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Fuck, she tastes sweet.

I keep working her, my tongue and lips moving deftly. My entire focus is on her pleasure. The anticipation is almost unbearable. The need to see her come drives me on.

My jaw becomes stiff, and my tongue starts to tingle, but I keep going.

The first ripple of an orgasm shudders through her. Savannah screams my name, and she comes—hard and fast—and her body convulses with pleasure, squirting liquid over my face and on the bed.

I ease the pressure but keep licking as she releases in a heady stream of sweet liquid.

Satisfied, I grin. I did that. I brought her to this place of pure, unadulterated pleasure. Her arms have failed, and her upper body is flat on the mattress. If not for my hold on her thighs, her legs might have given out, too. I help her ease down to the bed. The sight of her, sprawled out and panting, is incredibly satisfying. I lean down to press a kiss to her sweat-slicked skin and savor the taste of her.

Chapter24

Savannah

I wake feeling deliciously sore in all the right places.

Muscles I didn’t even know I had are making their presence known, but I wouldn’t trade this ache for anything.

The weight of two strong, warm bodies presses in from either side, keeping me cocooned in their heat. My heart does this ridiculous small flutter when I realizethey’re still here.As if they don’t want to let go of me, they are still tangled up with me.

I remember last night—they are serious about this relationship, want to marry me. I smile into the pillow, and my body is heavy with satisfaction. And I said yes.

Damn, last night was… something else.

It isn’t just the pleasure. It is the way they take their time, the way they work together,the way they know exactly how to push me over the edge again and again and again…

I shift, and a deep, satisfied soreness pulses between my thighs.Yeah. Definitely again and again.

But nature calls, and I’m gonna have to wiggle out of this cuddle pile if I don’t want to embarrass myself.

It takes some effort, but I manage to slip from between them, their combined heat lingering on my skin. Todd stirs, mumbling something unintelligible before settling back into the pillows. Colton barely moves, his heavy arm draped over the blanket where my waist used to be.

I tiptoe to the bathroom, closing the door softly before turning on the light.

The mirror confirms what I already feel. My skin is flushed, marked in places where ropes and hands held me down. The indents on my body are faint, slight impressions of where the bindings once were. I run my fingers over them, and a shiver runs down my spine at the memory.

They tooktotalcontrol. And Ilovedit.

A slow, wicked grin spreads across my face.

I should thank them properly.

And also, maybe… get a little payback.

Something fun.

Somethingdevious.

I sneak back into the room, biting my lip to keep from giggling. They’re bothsorelaxed, sprawled out in the sheets, oblivious to what’s coming.

I sneak into the closet, intending to steal the ropes. When I open the bag, moving so slow the sound of the zipper is barely audible, I decide on the cuffs instead. Taking two pairs, I return to the bed and slip under the blanket, on Colton's side.

He’s utterly still in that heavy, deep sleep only men who’ve thoroughly wrecked a woman can seem to manage. He doesn’t stir when I slip the cuffs around his wrists. After a bit of fumbling in the dark, I manage to clip them together.

Todd is next.

Playful, devious Todd.

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