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“Bring her here, Seb,” he demanded.

Seb slipped from my body, his fingers working the condom free. Thank God they remembered the fucking condoms – I was definitely ovulating now. He stripped and guided me into the shower.

“Where do you want her?” he asked.

Ben searched my face. “Knees,” he replied and Seb slowly pressed me down until my knees met the wet tiles, he stood behind me, fingers running through my now dampening hair.

My tongue darted out and glanced over the flushed head of Ben’s cock. His pumping fist slowed to a stop, gripping the base as I took him into my mouth.

I delicately took him in hand and he let go, his fingers coming to trace the tight circle my lips formed around his girth, his eyes blown completely with his arousal.

I bobbed my head, sucking him while Seb’s hands caressed my hair, then tightened in it. He held me on Ben’s length, releasing to allow me to pull back, drawing in a breath I swirled my tongue over the sensitive tip then drew him deeper into my mouth again.

I blinked under the spray of the shower, continuing to watch Ben. Waiting to see his reaction, to see him come. I took him deeper, Seb’s hands guiding me. Swallowing around him I watched him twitch, mouth dropped, breathing raggedly.

Seb released me, coming to sit beside us on a tiled bench. “Touch yourself, Izzy.”

I mumbled an argument about rebound times around Ben but Seb simply laughed. “I’d like to watch you do it, but I’m happy to participate.”

Fuck.

My hands slid over the wet skin of my thigh, dipping between my legs and finding the arousal there. I glanced my fingers over my clit, it was swollen and needy, I pressed down and circled, the sensitivity clawing a ragged moan which was mirrored in Ben.

My fingers began sliding over the sensitive flesh, the need to come building in me faster than I imagined possible. I sucked Ben as deeply as I could, moaning against him, nowhere near able to take the full length of him, I vowed to try to manage it before we were torn apart.

Ben’s hand cupped my jaw and his hips started to work in time with my movements, I hollowed my cheeks and pulled away, gasping and feeling the moisture spilling from my mouth and down my body. Seb began to drop more filthy words than I was able to cope with, Ben’s cock throbbing in my mouth, a tingling started in my clit then shot through my limbs and I whimpered, the vibration setting Ben off, my body shaking violently as I swallowed down his release.

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

ISABELLE

“Why did you want to be a doctor?” I whispered, my head resting over Seb’s chest, rising with his gentle breathing, my fingertips grazing Ben’s where he still slept on Seb’s other side.

Seb was quiet while he thought. “Some time after I first met Ben I suppose.” He paused to think again. “Ben made me realise there are plenty of people out there who don’t get the support they deserve. It seemed so simple, so easy to give, and yet he was offered nothing. I knew I could help people to feel better.”

I smiled, of course he could. “Do you enjoy it as much as you hoped?”

My head jostled slightly as he huffed. “Sometimes.” He fell silent.

“Because?” I prompted. It wasn’t very Seb-like to be so cloak and dagger.

“Sometimes I get to help people. Sometimes there’s less helping than I would like. Plus being a local GP comes with other considerations. Everyone knows me, the visibility of being a good, upstanding gentleman in society. Well, sometimes I wonder if I shouldn’t have gone into a speciality, worked in a hospital, to keep me out of village drama and pearl clutching, you know?” he explained.

I wasn’t entirely sure I did know, but I could imagine. Small-town life couldn’t be too dissimilar to political life, what with everyone being in each other’s business.

“He means that he finds it frustrating being everyone’s doctor, and he hates that he’s the most eligible bachelor for miles. He can’t move for people trying to set him up with their granddaughters,” Ben offered sleepily, drawing my fingers between his and rubbing them gently.

“Oh,” I muttered. How did I feel about that? I mean I’d fallen for Seb almost immediately – the delay only caused by my trouble accepting his sincerity for what it was? Of course he was fawned over.

“Jealous, Killer?” Seb’s arm tightened around my back.

“No,” I lied. “Of course you’d be the man to catch. Both of you. Even Mr Personality I suppose.”

Ben chuckled and I gave in to the urge to clamber over Seb unceremoniously to wedge myself between the two. Placing my head directly back over Seb’s chest to hear the steady thud of his heartbeat, Ben turned inwards curling his body around mine. My heart sang at the closeness.

“That we are.” Seb’s fingers found my hair and began gently running through the strands.

“Seb is the most desirable, that’s why he runs away from town every chance he gets.” Ben slung his leg over my hip, I hoped because he was as desperate as I was to mould our bodies so close there wasn’t an atom of space separating us. I clutched his leg. He wasn’t getting this back. “Then Alex, the Cavendish heir. Me, not so much, I’m too different,” he emphasised the last word.