Page 52 of The Truth of Our Secrets

“Let’s head up to my office.” I grab a couple of beers, a seltzer, and lead the way.

“Thanks again,” Emmet says. “The box is incredible.”

I shut the office door and shove a beer at him, pushing him until his back hits the wall next to the door.

“You’re a fan.” I dare him to disagree, and he grins back. “Like a superfan. I bet you could rattle off the stats of the starting line.” We’re chest to chest, but each of my hands hold a drink.

“Can you recite them?” His brown eyes tease, inviting me closer.

“Are you challenging me?” He’s so competitive it’s unsurprising he’s a good hockey player.

“You afraid you’ll lose, old man?” His chin juts out, but he bites his lip. Tempting me.

Taking a half step forward, my leg wedging in between his, my mouth ghosts over his ear as I whisper the stats of the offensive starting line. He shivers and his hard-on grows against my groin.

“Do you want to list the stats of the defensive starters, or should I move on to the second line?” I rotate my hips and his chest heaves.

“Ummm,” he stammers.

“Old man, my ass.” I laugh and step back. “What does it say about you if an old man does it for you?”

“You fucker.” Emmet holds his beer bottle up to salute me.

“Always a competition.” Madyson clicks her tongue and takes her seltzer.

“Aww, c’mere.” Emmet holds his arms wide, and she walks right into them.

My cock begs for an off-limits hookup. But since kissing is fine, I insert myself in their hug and pull them in for a kiss. We’re a mess of lips and tongues and burning desire.

My brain dives into Neanderthal territory and I want to bury myself in both of them. Mark them as mine.

One hand squeezes Madyson’s ass and the other Emmet’s.

“Fuck.” Emmet sighs.

“Yes, that.” Madyson moans.

“We can’t. We made a plan.” My argument sounds lame and unconvincing.

“I need this,” Madyson whines.

Emmet tries to pull away, but I won’t let him. I maneuver Madyson so she’s surrounded by us.

“Okay, so we’re not having sex between the three of us, but you guys aren’t taking a vow of celibacy, right?” Emmet’s pupils are wide in contrast to his calm voice.

“No.” Madyson sounds alarmed. “Do you expect that?”

“Fuck no.” Emmet kisses her and she relaxes. “But what if I watch?”

“You want to watch me fuck my wife?” I growl. This might be the perfect solution.

“So badly it might make me come.” He grabs the back of my neck and kisses me, smashing Madyson between us.

“Yes,” she moans, “please.”

Madyson whimpers, but Emmet’s face falls as I tear myself away.

“I have to lock the door. And you have to be quiet. There are still people in the building. We can’t get caught.” This is insane. Madyson and I have fooled around in my office, but we’ve never had sex.

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