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I press my face to Cipher’s chest as I laugh.

His hands find my waist, and though there’s some uncertainty there, as I look up at him, he glances down at me and smiles. “I’m ready.”

I nod and lift myself up. “If you change your mind, please tell me.”

“I will.”

Wrapping my hand around his cock, I line myself up, and as I sink down, Cipher’s head falls back. “Oh fuck, that feels good.”

I set a slow pace, rolling my hips in a gentle rhythm that makes his breath catch and his hands tighten on my waist. Our eyes stay locked. “Still okay?” I murmur.

“Yes,” he says, though it comes out uneven. “Very.”

I cup his face in my hands, and he exhales slowly.

From behind us, Noa makes a noise that doesn’t sound great. “Cave, whatever you are doing, Do. Not. Stop! I am begging you. Oh god, yes, exactly that. Fuck!”

Cipher closes his eyes.

“Ignore them, it’s just us,” I tell him.

“I’m trying,” he replies as he slides his hands from my waist to my hips. “You’re very . . .”

“Very what?”

His cheeks go a brighter shade of red. “Wet.”

I smile and lean forward, kissing the corner of his mouth. He turns into it and kisses me back. Cipher is the first to pull back, then he rests his head against mine. “Can you keep looking at me like this?”

I nod. “If that’s what you need.”

I keep my movements slow and easy, while we keep our eyes locked on each other. His breathing changes and his grip tightens with each movement.

“Valli,” he moans.

From behind us, Noa’s voice rises again. “I don’t understand what is happening to my body right now. Cipher, buddy, you are a lucky man. Oh, fuck . . . Cave, I’m going to . . . How is this even possible? You’re not even touching my cock.”

Noa yells out his pleasure as Cipher drops his forehead to my shoulder. I feel him smile against my skin before he pulls himself back to look at me. “He is so loud.”

I snort. “He really is.”

“I don’t mind. I’m glad I got to experience this with you. Thank you.”

I love the way he’s looking at me. Cipher looks at broken things and gauges if they are worth fixing. He sees all the broken pieces but doesn’t see them as unfixable. To him, they make sense.

His hips shift up to meet mine, and his breath goes ragged. “Valli.”

“I’ve got you,” I whisper.

His hands pull me down firmly as he thrusts, and his head falls back, then his eyes close. I watch his face as he rides the waves of his release, and when he opens his eyes, he pulls me tight into his chest and presses a kiss to the top of my head.

“Sorry if you didn’t.”

“It’s okay. There is plenty of time for that. Was it okay for you?”

He looks at me as if my question is strange. “It was more than okay.”

Behind us there is the sound of Noa sliding off the post and hitting the ground in a heap.