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Doesn’t matter. I don’t want to think of Calvin while I’m kissing Gage, so I squash the thought. It’s easier to do when Gage kisses down my chin and my throat, pulling my sweater out of his way to kiss my shoulder, and I’m melting into his hold like I’m under a spell.

Hisspell.

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GAGE

Her mouth is allI can taste, her warm breath mixing with mine, her soft lips urging me closer. My brain blanks out for a moment, consumed by the heat of her kiss—Anya kisses me with a sort of trembling need that sends a possessive growl up my throat. My hands find her waist and pull her against me, pressing her back to the motel room’s wall. She lets out a tiny gasp, and I feel the sound vibrate through my own chest.

This has to end.

It’s too soon for this. She just agreed to consider exploring with us—she hasn’t even had a full day to process. But another voice, the one pulsing lower in my body, insists that time is fleeting, that every second counts. I groan softly, torn between caution and hunger. I know I should stop.

But I can’t.

When she yields to me, her chest rising and falling quickly, it steals the breath right out of my lungs. I deepen the kiss, running a broad palm up her side, feeling her respond with a shiver. Thetaste of her lips is sweet, the most addictive kind of candy.Fuck, I want to devour her.

Suddenly, the door to the suite’s living area swings open. We spring apart, breathless, as Theo steps in, phone in hand and a teasing smile on his face. “So that’s why you hurried back inside,” he remarks coolly, letting the door click shut behind him. “Must’ve been a very…urgent matter.”

I pull in a steadying breath, trying to will my racing heart to slow. Anya’s cheeks are aflame, her hair mussed from my hands. She looks over at Theo, eyes wide, mortified that we got caught making out like teenagers. “I—um—” she starts, but he simply raises a brow.

“And here I thought the only reason you left me out on that walkway was my spanking,” Theo continues. His gaze flicks briefly over to me. “But it appears Gage was quite the incentive too.”

Anya flushes deeper, sputtering. “Did you have to say it like that? Right in front of him?”

Theo sets his phone on the small table, leaning against the back of a wobbly chair. “We don’t keep secrets, remember?” he says gently. “We agreed we’d share everything. If you were under the impression we’d conceal anything, I apologize. But that’s not how this arrangement works.”

I angle my body toward her, still pinning her lightly against the wall. “So you got a spanking from Theo, hmm?” I murmur, reaching up to cup her chin. “And you left him on the walkway to come kiss me?”

“Not exactly…” She tries to hide her face, but I gently nudge her to look at me.

A spark of arousal flickers in my chest at the thought of spanking her backside. I feel a stab of something almost like envy, but a wave of excitement instantly follows it. “So,” I say, letting my hand drift down her shoulder, “you like spankings, do you?”

She gives a shaky laugh, shifting under my intense gaze. “Maybe. I’m not—I mean, yes,” she admits in a rush. “It was…um, interesting.”

Theo folds his arms, watching us with an assessing look. “Interesting enough for you to want a second demonstration?”

She glances between us, obviously torn. But the desire in her eyes is palpable. She nods without speaking, biting her lip. Heat arcs through me.

I want to see her reaction. I want to make her make that little gasp again.

I press a palm to her lower back and guide her away from the wall, toward the small kitchenette table. “Bend over,” I tell her, my voice low. “Hands flat, legs apart. Just enough so I can get a good angle.”

She hesitates for a breath, then places her palms on the table. Her wavy hair slips over one shoulder, hiding part of her face. She glances up at me, cheeks flushed, body trembling with anticipation. The sight stokes a powerful ache in my chest—and lower.

She’s wearing black leggings that hug her curves, emphasizing the plush roundness of her backside. My pulse pounds as I plant one hand on her lower back, feeling her press into my touch. Slowly, I lift my other hand, letting it hover for a moment so she anticipates the impact. Then, with a fluid motion, I bring my palm down.

It’s not a hard blow—just enough to send a jolt of sensation through her. She gasps, the table rattling as she grips the edge. My hand tingles from the contact, and arousal flares in me.

Once is not enough.

I spank her again, feeling the slight jiggle beneath the cling of her leggings. Her breath escapes in a whimper, half shock, half pleasure. “Keep your hands right there,” I say softly. “Don’t move unless you want me to stop.”

She doesn’t move. Hell, she holds her breath. Her legs shift, and she arches her back, presenting herself more fully. The subtle invitation sparks a growl in my throat, and I lay another swat over the same spot. This time, she muffles a groan, pushing her hips back. My own body tightens in response.

Theo steps closer, resting a hand on the back of a chair. He’s observing every detail, a faintly pleased look in his eyes. “Not too hard,” he cautions quietly, though there’s no real reproach in his tone. He knows I’ll be careful.

I nod, smoothing my palm over the curve of her behind, feeling the residual warmth from the spanks. She’s breathing fast, body clearly electrified by the experience. My fingers curl over the top of her thigh, near her hip,just enoughto let her feel how close my grip is to certain areas of her body. Her entire frame shudders, and a moan slips from her mouth.