Everyone finished their dinner.
That mattered to me. Clean plates always did.
I held Ella’s dessert back, letting the conversation continue without her. Dominion came up again—floor rotations, customer flow, minor annoyances—background noise while I watched her instead. The way she twirled a finger through her hair when she was nervous. How she leaned forward without realising, giving me a brief glimpse of soft breasts as she shifted in her chair.
“Ella,” I said, drawing out her name deliberately.“Come sit on my lap.”
Nick’s mouth tilted into a crooked half-smile. Rowan shot me a warning look, brief but sharp—but he didn’t stop it. Ultimately, she belonged to all of us.
Ella’s gaze darted around the table, frozen like a deer caught in headlights.
“Do as he says,” Rowan added calmly, eyes still on his plate as he sliced into his cake with the edge of his spoon.
Her chair scraped against the floor as she stood. She moved stiffly, walking around the table like each step had to be approved first. When she stopped beside me, I patted my leg.
“Well? Come on. Sit,” I snapped, hiding my smirk as she hurriedly lowered herself onto my thigh.
I curled my arm around her waist, firm enough to remind her where she was.
“I baked you a special cake,” I said evenly.“What do you say?”
She steadied herself with a hand on my shoulder as I gently rocked my leg beneath her.
“Thank you,” she murmured, her head still bowed.
Her breasts were at my eyeline now. I’d seen every angle of them from the footage over the last two days.
Soft, hefty, yet supple.
The perfect kind of tits to tease and torture.
“Say thank you, Alec.”
Her eyes flicked to Rowan again. When he offered nothing—no rescue, no instruction—she swallowed and spoke.
“Thank you, Alec.”
I fed her a spoonful of cake, enjoying her arse cheeks on my lap. The same arse that would take every last inch of me inside it tonight.
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“How much lube do you need?” Nick asked with a short chuckle as Rowan opened Ella’s door.
“You’ll thank me for loosening her up for you,” I replied as we moved into the room together.
Nick dragged the armchair closer to the bed and dropped into it with casual confidence. I set the large pump bottle on the mattress—deliberate, visible. A silent message.
Ella had pushed herself upright against the headboard, eyes wide as she took us in. She always slept on the left side of the bed. Habit. Control. Tonight, there would be no sides.
“Don’t look so shocked, Ella,” Rowan said calmly as he began unbuttoning his shirt.“Didn’t the bed give it away?”
I tugged my T-shirt over my head and left my sweatpants on. No need to overwhelm her yet. Timing mattered.
“This wasn’t the agreement,” she whispered.
Rowan tilted his head slightly.“Did I ever say you’d only be with me?”
She hesitated, then shook her head.
