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As if on their own accord, my hips rock up and down. “More, Wyatt. I need more.”

He lets out a soft curse, one that’s the polar opposite of Maverick’s gruff one, and adds more lube and a second finger. It hurts so good. Especially when Brantley works his fingers between us and draws tight circles around my clit.

There are so many things going on, so many sensations, I’m lost. I’m so freaking gone with pleasure, with need, all I can do is feel.

And when Wyatt eases his lubed dick in my ass, I’m a mess. I can’t see, I can’t breathe, I can’t…Fuck. A strangled cry works its way out of my throat. I whimper. Moan. Cry out. Whimper some more. I can’t stop.

He moves deeper and deeper, adding more lube.

My nails rake down Brantley’s chest, and he grabs my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. His green eyes are so dark they’re almost black. His jaw is clenched, sweat beads at his temples, and he’s barely hanging on.

And when Wyatt seats himself all the way inside me, we all let out a collective groan, even Maverick. I never felt this full, this stretched. It’s unlike anything I could have imagined.

“Fuck, baby girl. You take us so well. You were fucking made for us.” Wyatt reaches around and rolls my nipples between his fingers.

“So good.” That’s all I manage to say. I’m not even sure I know my own name at this point. Only theirs.

Wyatt pulls back, and Brantley thrusts forward, the two of them working together to drive me closer and closer to another orgasm. My muscles tighten, and my legs quiver. I chant their names over and over again. I’m so close. So damn close.

Brantley pinches my clit. Wyatt tugs on my nipples. They’re fucking me with long, hard strokes, and I’m pretty sure my entire body is shaking. One more pinch of the clit is all it takes to hurl me over the edge.

I clamp down on their cocks as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me. There’s a gushing sensation, and I’m pretty sure I squirted all over Brantley’s cock. He only quickens his pace, thrusting into me with wild abandon, his hips slapping against mine before he comes with a roar. Wyatt and Maverick are next, calling out my name, and the entire world shuts off.

Or maybe I blacked out.

None of us move, not for several minutes. I’m not sure I can. Not when I’m sandwiched between them, their hands moving up and down my back.

With a deep breath, I collapse against Brantley’s chest. “That was better than the porn.”

He laughs, running his fingers through my hair. “That was better than anything.”

“Must be nice to have participated.” Maverick chimes in, turning on my shower. “I had to come all over myself instead of inside our girl.”

Our girl.

For the first time in forever, I have a place I belong. With them, I have a home.

Chapter Forty-Four

To: [email protected]

CC: [email protected], [email protected]

From: [email protected]

Subject: Noise Complaint

I’ve gotten a request to fix the broken copy machine. Apparently, when Mr. Fitz was using the machine last Friday afternoon, it made a slamming sound and emitted a scream. What the fuck am I supposed to do here? I can’t exactly approve a work order for the fucking copier when it’s perfectly fine. Nor can I tell him the noises he heard was his boss railing his secretary on his desk. Any ideas?

Not sure why you’re not handling this as you caused the issue to begin with.

You’re a dick,

Maverick Wallace

Managing Partner, Ellis, Ellis, and Wallace LLP

To: [email protected]

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