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Zayden watches with heated eyes, and I position the pillow between my legs, rolling my hips forward. I’m so sensitive that I immediately moan, fingernails pressing into the mattress as I ride the soft material.

“You’re close already, aren’t you?” Zayden asks. I nod silently, eyes squeezed closed, grinding my hips forward. “What were you dreaming about?”

I can’t say it. Not again. Not while it feels this good. It’d be wrong, wouldn’t it? To say my husband’s brothers’ names as I come, even if my husband is coaxing it out of me?

When I next open my eyes, Zayden is approaching. He crouches by the side of the bed so we’re at eye level.

“You’re so desperate to come,” he says, his voice low. “But I won’t let you until you tell me who you were dreaming about.”

I whine into the mattress. “Zayden⁠—”

“Say their names.”

Fuck. Just the fact he knows who it is already has me closer. My skin heats, sweat peppering my throat and back as I ride the pillow faster.

“I can’t,” I whimper.

“Say. Their. Names.”

My eyes roll back, pleasure building between my legs, my mind sinking into the ecstasy. The dream replays in my head—Xavier’s hold on me, Yale’s filthy words, how badly I wanted more. “Yale and Xavier.”

My orgasm crests, and I gasp into the bedding, my toes clenched, body quivering as pleasure almost splits me in two.

“Tell me you want more.” Zayden’s voice is liquid heat, desire, power, control woven through five delicious words.

I open my mouth and gasp, “More.”

He lifts me into his arms and carries me away from the bed. My legs are unsteady as he sets me back down, pressing my palms against the wall and kicking my feet apart. He doesn’t even take off my panties, just shoves them aside, positioning his cock at my entrance. Before he can drive himself into me, I push back. I envelop him, his thickness stretching me, filling me in ways I never thought possible until I met him.

“That’s right, back that pussy onto my cock because you’re too desperate to wait,” Zayden says, flexing his fingers on my hips. I imagine him watching where our bodies meet, the graphic image of me sliding onto his length forever burned into my memory.

It’s then that I realize we’re right by the open bedroom door.

Through the doorway, I can see down the stairs and into the foyer. Xavier and Yale’s conversation floats up to us, and I tense.

“Zayden, they might hear us,” I whisper desperately.

My husband runs his hand up my spine and wraps my hair around his fist. “I know. They might even walk in.” A soft moan falls from my lips, and I drop my head forward. “Imagine.” He slams into me, and my eyes widen at the impact. “They walk in.” Thrust. “Seeing you like this.” Thrust. “Hearing you beg.” He speeds up, fucking me hard and fast, his grip tight in my hair. “That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

I claw the wall to try and stay steady, and with each slam I’m pushed onto my tiptoes. “Yes.”

“You want them to see you like this.”

“Yes.”

“You want them to do this to you. You want my brothers to fuck your holes while I watch you writhe in pleasure, begging for more.”

The words don’t tip me over the edge. They throw me.

My orgasm slams into me as hard as Zayden’s cock, and I bite my palm to stifle my moans. My vision blurs as he tightens his hold on my hair and groans as he comes, too. My pussy squeezes his girth, milking everything from him, and I squeak out a laugh as my legs buckle. He wraps his arm around my middle to keep me upright, bracing his other hand against the wall.

My chest is shaking with laughter, and he’s burying his own laugh in my hair.

“That good?” he murmurs.

I nod breathlessly. “Yes. Very, very good.” I exhale deeply, resting my head back against his chest. “My knees are jelly.”

He slides out of me, and I moan as warm cum spills free. I squeeze my thighs together, and Zayden kisses my neck. “Let me see your face.” He turns me, cupping my jaw with one hand as his gaze sweeps across my features, but his smile quickly fades. “The bruises are worse.”