White hot fire pooled low in my belly, and every part of me tensed as my body was seized with shockwaves of pleasure. Twice, three times, Ethan steadily uncoiled the knot in my core and, with Miles thrusting into my mouth, I finally found my release with a shattering climax that rippled through my entire body.
Miles sucked in a breath between his teeth and I eased up, releasing him with a smacking sound but only to trail my tongue along the underside of his cock while I played with his balls. The whole time, I quivered and jerked through the electrifying waves of ecstasy taking over me.
“Come on my chest,” I panted, arching my back to offer up my breasts for him.
His eyes grew wide, but there was no hesitation in it. Miles moved closer until I was jerking him off in just the right spot.
Ethan straightened, fingers fumbling with the buttons on his shirt. His pants were next. I groaned at the sight of him, needing to feel his skin against mine. Wondering if he was burning up as much as I was. Realizing that even though my pussy still pulsed, I was nowhere close to being satisfied.
With a forceful jerk of his hips, a choked-up groan tore out of Miles and I felt his dick twitch in my hands. I kept going, stroking him until he’d spilled every last drop.
“Jesus,” he murmured, out of breath. A light sheen of sweat shone on his face.
I made eye contact with him and slowly dragged a finger through his come. I watched as his mouth dropped open, the way his eyes tracked the movement, from my breast all the way to my mouth.
He shuddered again, not entirely limp yet.
“You’re amazing.”
Ethan’s hands were on my hips, gripping firmly. “Yes. Yes, she is.”
He swept me into his arms before I knew it was coming, and shuffled over to the wall with my legs hooked around his waist. Umbrella softboxes and camera rigs toppled, but neither of us gave a shit. How could we?
He slammed me up against the wall with enough force to knock a startled moan out of me. And then, without hesitation, he drove into me. My pussy stretched to accommodate him, walls fluttering with the remnants of my last climax and the anticipation of another. He wasn’t bigger than Miles by what I could tell, but his girth was surprising. He felt so. fucking. good.
While Ethan thrust into me again and again, his hot breath in my neck, low voice telling me how good I felt, I couldn’t help thinking about something Miles had said on the day I interviewed for this job:
“It’s often the things we least expect that end up surprising us in the most incredible ways.”
And this definitely qualified.
I clung to his shoulders, feeling his muscles flex and contract with the urgency of his movements. He was smooth and strong, everything I thought he’d feel like.
“Look at what you’ve done,” Miles said, tucking a wayward lock of hair behind my ear. His hand lingered on my jaw. “You’ve turned him into a real mess.”
Then he guided my mouth to Ethan’s, and we met in a bruising kiss that left me more breathless than before. Not hurried, just hungry. Ravenous. Both of us flailing for as much of the other that we could grasp.
“I got your message. What’s the emergen—?”
Miles spun round. Ethan froze. All three of us stared at Adrian, who wore the most wicked grin.
12
Maren
The air smelled like hay, caramel, and the faint tang of cider, all mixing with the crisp edge of late October. Strings of orange lights looped between stalls, catching on the edges of pumpkins so bright they almost glowed. The harvest market wasn’t exactly my idea of a must-see, but there was no arguing with Sadie once she heard the news from her teacher that there’d be a petting zoo.
I slowed my pace without really noticing it, letting myself take it in. For a few moments, I felt untethered, like being pulled into the warmth and color of it. A small, quiet escape from this whirlwind of a week. Ethan’s presence at my side made everything a little sharper, a little more charged. Not that I needed it to feel him.
Miles strolled a few paces ahead, hands in his coat pockets, scanning the crowd with that calculating, charming smile that made it impossible to stop watching. “You know,” he said over his shoulder, “I still think we could’ve salvaged our Saturday morning if we’d just gone to the pet store and gotten her a hamster.”
“I wonder who’d get stuck looking after the thing,” Ethan quipped. “Not to mention cleaning out the smelly cage.”
He’d been different since… Well, since our late-night rendezvous at Lumen HQ, as they call it. Lighter, somehow. Easier with a smile.
Then again, maybe I was just seeing myself reflected back, because I swear to God it felt like my feet were yet to touch solid ground.
I glanced at him now, blue-gray eyes glinting with a laugh. Something ridiculous Miles had said. My heart stuttered, and a flush crept up my neck and onto my face.
