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He charges toward me, golden eyes blazing. As he passes the couch, he snatches a blanket from the back of it. I expect him to toss it over my body. To cover me up and insist I can’t possibly know what I want.

But when he reaches the end of the table, he doesn’t look pious at all. That isn’t shame that’s making his eyes blaze.

It’s desire, hot and hungry, and it freezes the breath in my lungs.

Holy shit.

“Spread your legs wider,” Trent commands, dropping the blanket on the floor at the foot of the table. “Before I fuck you, I want to taste what’s tempted me all this time.”

I gasp as he falls to his knees, his broad shoulders pressing me open. This is no clumsy virgin. Not the young boy who fumbledmy bra in the back of his car after my junior year homecoming. This version of Trent is commanding and certain.

This Trent knows what he’s doing.

He presses his mouth to the satiny patch that’s hiding my sex. “Oh my God.” I gasp as his breath stirs my arousal. He’s kissing me there—there—through my panties.

It’s further than we’ve ever gone before.

“Jesus,” he breathes, nuzzling my sex through the satin. He brushes his lips over that tight little bud, eyes lifting to mine as he gauges my response.

“Holy fuck.” My response is to bow up beneath him, craving more of this contact, even as part of me wonders how he’s so good at this. Who he learned to touch this way.

I’m clawing the table, writhing under the warmth of his breath, as small bursts of jealousy flare in my chest.

But envy gets pushed to the side by the pleasure of how good this feels. My brain plays a filmstrip of Trent dragging his nose up the seam of another girl’s sex through the sopping-wet lace of her panties. It’s crazy how much I love it. Not just this feeling, but the pictures that play in my brain.

Is this one of my kinks?

Logan’s hands glide up my arms. “That’s it,” he murmurs, stroking his way to the top of my breasts. “Lay back and enjoy.”

I am, andmy God—this feels exquisite. Trent already knows how to stir me to simmering without even touching my pussy directly.

But this time, the man has a license to take things beyond that. We’re not stopping this time, and both of us know it. The space around us crackles with static, with the dim electric hum of what’s about to happen.

He tears off my panties, tossing them over his shoulder as he dives in and slides his hot tongue through my seam. I arch off the table and whimper.

“Oh my God.” I’m spiraling, soaring, sailing into orbit. “That feels good.”

“Ankles wrapped behind my neck, Sara.” He sounds bossy and rough, and I love it. “Do it now.”

I obey his command, which splays my thighs wide and opens my sex to his mouth. With a growl of approval, he nuzzles back into me, lapping my folds like an animal.

“Oh!” That feels…holy shit.“Trent,” I gasp, digging my heels into the bunched muscles of his shoulders. “Don’t stop.”

Where Logan was gentle and sweet at the start, Trent consumes me like he’s starving. Like he’s hungered for this his whole life. Maybe he has, and I love how he’s claiming what’s his. His tongue plunders into my core as Logan’s big hands ease my top down under my breasts. I can’t see his face, but I know that he’s watching as he peels back the lace of my bra cups.

“That’s it,” Logan murmurs, kneading my breasts in his palms. “You like how he’s eating that sweet little pussy?”

“Oh, God.” The thrill of his touch and those sweet, filthy words push me right to the edge. I wasn’t prepared to climax so quickly, but the forbidden taboo of what’s happening keeps pushing me closer and closer.

“Jesus, Sara.” Trent meets my eyes, his tongue gently flicking that sensitive bundle of nerves. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

“Trent.” I’m gasping, writhing, arching off the table as he teases me closer and closer.

Logan’s stroking my nipples with his thumbs, nuzzling my neck as he watches Trent work. “She tastes amazing, doesn’t she?”

Trent doesn’t answer with words. Just drives his tongue into me, fucking me mindless with his mouth. I’m aching for fingers to penetrate me. To hit that sweet spot that I’ve only just learned sends me straight to the moon.

I whimper and bow up again, begging him with my body to give me what I need. What I’ve needed for years.

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