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I bend her over the counter. She laughs. I lift her skirt and spread her open. Her laughter disappears.

“That’s quite a view.”

“Enjoy it while you can.”

“I intend to.”

My tongue traces her from behind her ass and up her cunt, delicious, hands slap against the mirror.

“Fuck.”

“That’s usually what happens next.”

I lick her again. Slowly. Filthy. Taking my time while she watches in the glass. Rhys already brought her to orgasm. I taste the evidence. Jealousy and arousal mix until I grip her hips hard enough to leave marks.

“You let him have you first.”

“He caught me.”

“So did I.”

“You’ve barely started.”

Challenge accepted. I kneel and bury my mouth against her. Sloane moans. Her forehead touches the mirror while I devour every slick inch Rhys left sensitive. She pushes backward. I hold her still.

“No running now.”

“I thought you liked chasing me.”

“I like catching you more.”

My tongue circles her swollen clit. Two fingers slide inside her. She tightens immediately. I fuck her with them while my mouth moves faster. Sloane screams my name.

“Not loud enough.”

“Asshole.”

I slap her ass. She moans.

“Again.”

I give her three. Each crack echoes through the booth. Her body becomes wetter against my mouth. I rise. Sloane watches me in the mirror as I free my cock.

“You’re not fucking me yet.”

“Excuse me?”

“You haven’t earned your ribbon.”

I press against her entrance.

“I caught you.”

“Rhys made me come.”

“I’ll make you come harder.”

“Prove it.”