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I sent off two messages, one to the tattoo artist asking if he’s free to come give me a little inking. The second, is to Ophelia. If I’m letting people into my very high-walled castle then maybe I can let someone back into my deserted vagina, too, right?

CHAPTER 54

Athena

Author Note:In case your copy opened after the content advisory page, please be aware that this chapter contains ethical non monogamy (one/both of the main characters fool around with someone who isn’t the other main character – with consent and communication). If this is an ick of yours, please skip ahead if you need to.

More than a couple hours later, my skin is on fire, and I’m ready to move past the negotiation stage.

The girls tidied up the mess and left, just as Ophelia and Scott arrived. We’ve spent the last two hours going through our limits. Slade told Scott it wasn’t a suggestion; we needed to set our expectations out on the table between the three of us before any of us got naked.

I mean, it makes sense, it’s smart, and everyone needs to be on the same page when you’re bringing a new and additional person into an established relationship.

But all that talking, all those dirty words coming out of everyone’s mouths served as the world’s best foreplay.

My core throbs. I’m soaking. And more than once Scott shifted in his seat, and it wasn’t because he was tired, or his butt hurt. My darling boyfriend has a raging hard on. It’s the hottest thing I’ve experienced for a while.

No one’s touching anyone else, everyone’s fully clothed, and there’s alotof sex talk. I’m about thirty seconds away from sticking my hand down my pants.

I’ve missed this feeling. I’ve missed wanting to touch myself, feeling that burning desire to chase a release.

Ophelia feels it too. Her cheeks and chest are pink, and her ample tits rise and fall in heavy movements as she breathes. She wants it just as much as I do.

“Can I kiss her now?” She looks at Scott who looks like he might swallow his goddamn tongue.

“If we haven’t forgotten anything, and she wants you to, then yeah, sure.” He rubs the back of his neck. Pretty sure he’s afraid of blowing his load in his pants. Pretty sure that’s what I want him to do.

CHAPTER 55

Scott

Athena jumps up from her dining room chair and practically pulls Ophie to her feet by her hair. She lets out a gurgled noise as her head snaps back. The two women eye each other with such heated need, such desperate, unreserved desire that my already rock-hard dick somehow gets harder.

“Verbal consent,” Ophelia grins up at Athena. “Grabbing me by the hair and shoving your tongue in my mouth isn’t quite enough.” She jerks her chin at me. “We need it out loud.”

I’m sure she’s right. I’m sure there are kink rules I’m not following that I should be, but every drop of blood in my body is pooled in my cock as it strains against the zipper in my jeans.

I don’t care if Ophelia thinks I’m a two-pump chump, but I don’t want Athena to somehow feel guilty for the fact my balls are about to explode in my pants.

It’s been a while.

“De acuerdo.”

I’m not letting her get away with speaking in Spanish. “En inglés, amor.”

I feel the look she casts across the table at me in every cell in my entire body. She rachets up my core temperature another few degrees.

“Sí, Papi.” The word slips from her lips like melted butter, sending a jolt of impatience scrambling up my spine.

“I consent.” Athena draws out each and every syllable slowly, like she knows the more she delays, the more she’s driving me mad. As she speaks, she lowers her face to the smiling face of Ophelia’s.

But she doesn’t kiss her. She simply stares.

Part of me wants to intervene, to call the whole thing off. If my girl’s not ready, then this whole thing is a no-go. Will she tell me if she’s not really ready? Will she stop the situation if she’s uncomfortable?

She’d better.

I’m trusting her to.

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