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“Jayden,” she mewls, grinding her stomach into my groin.
My cock throbs at the friction. The delicious heat of her body permeates to my core. I swear I’m losing my mind when Eli’s tongue dips into my mouth—tentative at first. Slow. Seeking.
Like his mouth and her body are in sync. In cahoots to fucking obliterate me with his taste and her feel.
My head swims with Finley’s nips to my chest as Eli’s tongue licks over mine—swirling, exploring…
Fuck.
The drumming of my pulse echoes in my ears. Nothing’s ever felt so good. So perfect as the two of them loving on me.
Eli trails his lips from my mouth to my jaw, depositing the same yearning kisses he laid on our girl’s shoulder and nape. His hand tightens on my hip as Fin’s head falls back to his shoulder. Her legs part, slotting her hot pussy over my thigh.
“Fin,” Eli groans over her jaw as she undulates over me, her ass grinding into his groin while she cranes her mouth to his.
She’s so fucking sexy, seeking what she needs from him. When she licks his lip, he answers with a guttural growl. A sound so raw and hungry it rakes through me, lighting up every pore with an electric buzz while he devours her pleas for more.
We’re so fucking close. So damn hot.
I am mesmerized by them together—his mouth caressing her facewith languid, open-mouthed kisses, breathless whispers, bedraggled whimpers. I’ve never seen anything so perfect in my life.
I know this is it.
I’m done.
Finished.
Ruined for anyone else.
They are my Roman Empire, and there is no way I can ever be without them again.
CHAPTER 19
FINLEY
What is happening?
My brain keeps trying to catch up, but the downward trajectory of Elijah’s hand is blowing the last fuse I have left after our kiss. The pounding of my heart bruises my chest from the inside out as he draws me backward with him. The top of my ass grinds into his hard length with every step.
When he perches on the edge of the table, settling me between his knees, I can feel the tremor in his legs. The air between us hums with every slow, deliberate stroke of his fingers that sends waves of heat through me.
“Eli…” I’m drowning in the rhythm of his shallow breaths as I tip my head back on his shoulder.
When I open my eyes, Jayden’s watching. He looks wild; color blooms high on his cheeks, and his lips are swollen from our kiss. There’s a sharpness in his eyes that catches the faint light and makes my pulse stumble.
As I lick my lips, I can still taste him—sweet liquorice, bitter lime—and the echo of Elijah’s tongue swirling with mine.
“Don’t stop, please. Please, Elijah,” I plead when his strong, rough hand flattens to my belly, sweeping up beneath my cropped sweater to the underside of my breasts.
The smallest hitch crosses his breathing, a near-invisible hesitation before Jayden steps in close, heat rolling off him as each of his hands molds to mine and Elijah’s faces.
“Fuck… JJ…” Elijah chokes past the shell of my ear.
Jayden leans closer, his teeth nip a burning trail to Elijah’s cheek along my jaw.
“Sweetheart…” the whisper trails off into a slew of peppered kisses, and Elijah’s tight groan, “Jayden… I… JJ…”
Their voices blur into a low current beneath my rampant pulse—Jayden coaxing, Elijah murmuring something I can’t catch. Then Jayden’s hands skim down to my hips, his knuckles grazing Elijah’s thighs where they bracket me.
