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Carter shakes his head. “No need to talk to me about that. I have a job as a guest lecturer. I’m supposed to be there. If I just so happen to enjoy my girlfriend after class, so be it. It’s Brad who should be at work.”

“Why aren’t you focusing on your business again? You don’t have any reason to follow Katie around like a puppy. You’re a grown man,” Henry says to Brad.

Brad just shrugs. “Why don’t you tell me about how much you enjoy your job and how much you’d rather be around our perfect little slut?”

Henry leans back into the recliner as the guys go back and forth about work. Carter and Henry are very focused on a new case—one that they avoid sharing details about. Brad just listens in and occasionally puts in his two cents while taking every opportunity to touch me.

I guzzle the water he gives me, still thinking about how lucky I am to have two boyfriends so eager to please me that they can’t control themselves. Henry’s harder to pin down.

Brad and Carter want me constantly, so they have me constantly. But I don’t want Henry to feel left out.

“I’m surprised you’re home this early,” Brad says, ignoring Henry’s advice to go back to work.

“I had a meeting,” Henry says, taking a drink of beer. “About the divorce. We’re working to finalize everything.”

“It should be easy enough. She pushed for it,” Carter murmurs. “Isn’t it straightforward?”

“The only thing I want to keep is the house, and she doesn’t want it after knowing what you two were doing with Katie,” Henry says. “Can’t exactly blame her, I suppose.”

I shrink between my shoulders. I don’t regret being with them, any of them. But it doesn’t mean I enjoy reminders of my mother or how I separated her and Henry. He’s told me time and timeagain that they were on the rocks before he ever touched me, that it’s not my fault, but that lingering guilt isn’t budging.

Brad touches my lower back gently and Carter pats my thigh. “I wouldn’t change a thing, Katie.”

Brad doesn’t say anything, but it’s not him I’m worried about. Not really. It’s Henry. He’s paying for the divorce. He’s losing plenty of time and money and gaining stress.

I should want to talk to my mom, but I can’t bring myself to do it. I’m afraid something about Henry would slip out. Maybe she’d take me away from them, keep me out of reach. I know the four of us are twisted.

Plenty of people would call us disgusting if they knew everything, and maybe there’s something wrong with me because I like what they do to me.

I like them, and even my own mother wanting to disown me and call me crazy or any other insults isn’t enough to make me want to leave them. Well… if I’m being honest, that might not be the only reason I want to stay, but that’s a reason that doesn’t matter as much… at least not right now.

Brad clears his throat, his gaze darting between me and Henry.

“And that’s all. Just another meeting, comparatively short and simple,” Henry wraps up. “And if you don’t have anything better to do right now, Angel, then I think you belong on my lap. My sons have had enough of you today.”

Carter snorts. “Bullshit.”

Brad keeps his lips in a tight line as the tension rolls off him when I go over to Henry. He tugs me down on his lap and his lips are quick on mine. His kiss starts gentle, but each one is longer and more drawn out than the last until he nudges my head down and guides my hand to his erection.

“See how much I need your attention, Katie? I love having you when you’re asleep, but I crave your attention right now,” he says with a smug smile lifting his lips.

There’s no mistaking what Henry wants, and my stomach flutters with the way he stares at me.

I kiss down his neck, then slide off his lap to get on my knees between his legs. He helps me get his pants off, then cups my cheek, stroking my bottom lip.

“Are you still my good angel? So sweet and willing?” he asks before working his thumb into my mouth.

I nod as I suck his thumb. He works his pointer finger into my mouth too, gagging me on his fingers and making a pleased sound when I don’t stop sucking and licking his fingers. Henry strokes his cock with his other hand, then guides my head down until he spreads his fingers, forcing my mouth open wider, and thrusts into my throat.

He groans, low and deep, as he removes his fingers and lets me suck every inch of him that I can fit. He sighs. “That’s my angel.”

I bob up and down on him, keeping my hands on his knees, then moving them up to his thighs to brace myself as I choke myself on Henry’s thick cock. I really don’t know how he can fuck me while I’m asleep without waking me up. Not when he’s this big.

Swallowing him again and again, his pleased groans and praise wash over me. It doesn’t mean I can forget that Carter and Brad are right here watching. My face burns with my blush, but I peek up at Henry when he grabs the back of my head and forces me further down on his cock.

I whimper as he grinds into my throat.

“Suck, Katie. Suck my cock and make me come,” Henry orders.

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