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“Let’s move her to the table,” Ashby says, his voice uncharacteristically thick.

“Good idea,” Briggs agrees, his hand and mouth pulling away from my breast.

“Better access,” Torin says, following suit.

The next moment, I’m being lifted up, carried across to the table, and laid on the cold shiny surface. I’m completely naked because somewhere in between my skirt has disappeared.

“That’s better,” Ashby says, purposefully positioning my butt at the table’s edge and parting my still sticky thighs before stepping between them.

I look up at him. His face is flushed, his glasses gone, his lips parted. He doesn’t say a word, yet when our eyes meet, I instantly understand exactly what he wants. What all of them want.

They want to watch me shed every scrap of composure I have left and find out how much further I can fall apart in their hands.

It’s thrilling.

“Look at me, Laurel.”

I turn my head at the command.

Torin’s standing beside me, level with my head, the blue of his eyes shadowed with lust. His jeans are open, his cock stiffening in his hand as he slowly strokes it. The sight makes my mouth water.

“You know what I want,” he says hoarsely, his other hand gripping my hair, pulling me closer to the edge. He brushes the already moist tip against the seam of my lips. “Open up like a good girl.”

I instantly obey. I've wanted to taste him since the first time I saw him on that plane.

I start with Torin’s swollen head, drawing my tongue over it before taking him deep into my mouth.

The startled sound he makes is so raw that Briggs actually pauses long enough to appreciate it. His mouth remains occupied elsewhere, his hands still guiding me in his lap, but the grin that flashes across his face is pure satisfaction.

Torin is hot and heavy on my tongue, but what truly sends my thoughts scattering is how thoroughly they’ve stripped away every layer of restraint I usually cling to. I don't feel like a complete person anymore. I feel reduced to appetite, to need, to the relentless desire to keep all of them close at once.

Briggs's hands and mouth are everywhere, one minute he’s squeezing my breasts together tightly and devouring them like a starving man, then tightening his hold on my hips as he shifts me into position for Ashby.

He takes a measured breath.

Then he reaches for me and runs one finger down my cleft with careful precision, as though he's signing his name across sweat slick skin.

Torin is shaking.

His body braces against the edge of the desk while I suck him, and the sight alone sends a thrill through me. He tastes bright, almost bitter, and it only makes me want more. I want him deeper in my throat. I want to see exactly how far I can push him before he comes apart entirely. When I hollow my cheeks, a moan tears out of him, and the vibration of it travels straight through me.

He's already slick with pre-come, thick and beautiful and completely transparent about how badly he wants this.

Every time I take him deeper, his fingers tighten in my hair. He keeps my head exactly where he wants it, giving me enough freedom to set the pace while making it clear he's still holding on. The combination goes straight to my head.

I love it. I love being handled this way. I love being caught at the center of all three of them while each touch feeds into the next.

Ashby's lowers his mouth between my legs. The feel of his tongue dividing on my swollen folds is so exquisite, I arch my back. The scrape of his teeth against my skin forces a muffled cry from me around the thickness of Torin's cock.

Then Briggs takes my hand.

He guides it down and settles his cock into my palm.

The familiar heat and weight of him hit me immediately. He's already slick with anticipation. His hand stays wrapped around mine, almost as though he's preparing me for whatever comes next. “No rush, darling,” he tells me.

Even as Torin fills my mouth, I stroke Briggs hard length, my thumb circling the head. He swears under his breath, which only stokes my excitement.

Ashby pauses his exploration of me and looks at me spread out before him, working Briggs’ cock with my hand and sucking on Torin as he fills my mouth. “You take us so well, Laurel. Look at you, so fucking greedy. You’re going to make us all lose control,” Ashby says, his thumb lazily circling my clit, making me writhe against him and let out stifled moans around Torin’s cock.