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“I’m… oh… close…”

“That’s it.” Adrian bends over his wife and kisses me, never stopping the onslaught on my nipples. His tongue slips between my lips, and moves in the same rhythm as his wife’s.Someone bumps the button for the copier and it hums to life, pages printing out one after another. The warm hum of the machine and the thought of what we’re doing being documented like that sends me right over the edge. Fireworks go off inside my body, my muscles tense. I scream their names, shaking and cursing.

They’ve ruined me.

Chapter 7

Adrian

The moment Tillie relaxes, Alex spins around and takes out my cock, a hand around the base and her mouth around the tip. It only takes two fucking strokes and one long suck before I’m shooting down my wife’s throat like a horny teen with no experience and zero control.

My gaze meets Tillie’s as I come. When I gasp her name, her eyes widen and she tries to wiggle backwards, but I’ve still got my hands on her hips. She’s not going anywhere.

Alex was right. She’s the one. But she seems a little skittish, and that has me worried. I don’t think she’s bothered by our appearance or the fact that humans have considered us monsters throughout most of their history—in fact, I’m inclined to think she likes that. Whichis surprising. We’ve only ever had people react negatively to our true appearance.

Then again, we’ve never been open about what we are right from the start of a relationship before.

Whatever’s got Tillie scooting away is something more than just fear of our differences. There was something in the way she worried about my relationship with Alex that makes me think this dynamic triggers something in her past. I just don’t know what.

I want to dig into it and learn everything about her, but she’s so blissed out right now, I don’t want to ruin that. Opting to wait, I look down at my beautiful wife. She laps up the last of my release, then smiles up at me. I’ll never get tired of seeing her like this, on her knees, lips swollen, eyes shining.

“I knew you’d like her.” She tucks my spent cock back in my pants and zips me up. “Can we keep her?”

“You know that’s up to her, right?” I answer with a slight laugh.

Tillie’s cheeks turn an adorable pink. She squirms, pointing to her shirt on the floor. “I should… um…”

Alex stands up between us and gives Tillie a brief kiss on the lips. “Let us clean you up.”

I step back, then reach around to the sideof the copy machine and pick up the three pages of colored copies. “Mind if I keep these?”

Tillie fidgets like she’s embarrassed, but nods.

“Good.” I trace the outline of her ass on the page. The perfect keepsake from our first time with our soon-to-be mate. I fold the papers and put them in my back pocket.

From the other room, a bell rings.

“Oh, shit!” Tillie pushes against Alex, and this time we let her, both taking a step back.

“What time is it?” She scrambles to stand up, but stumbles, making me smirk. She’s adorable. And completely worn out after our escapades.

“Here.” I pick up her shirt. “Arms up.”

She obeys beautifully, and I slip the fabric over her, tugging it down to cover her full breasts. I don’t bother putting her bra back on her.

“Tillie?” Someone calls from the other room.

“Be right out!” Tillie yells. “Stay there! I’ll just be a minute. I need…” She makes a frustrated noise as she searches the floor. “Where’s my underwear?”

Alex’s smirk makes me think she probably pocketed them. I don’t call her out though,because I like the idea of having something of Tillie’s with us.

“You don’t need them, sweetheart.” I hold out her jeans.

“I was supposed to be showing Olivia and Arnold Jr the new wedding invitations this afternoon.” Tillie puts her hands on my shoulders for support and lets me help her into her pants, one luscious leg at a time. I try not to get distracted by the brush of her smooth skin against my knuckles.

“She made an appointment,” Tilly continues to ramble. “And instead of being ready for it, I’m… shit! I don’t even know where the invitations are. I still haven’t found them.”

“We’ll help you look,” I say, hoping some of my calm will steady her.