Ash smirked. “I don’t know… It could be hot to watch you?—”
Jordan held up a hand. “It could be hot to watch? You wanna jam a rod down my dick on the chance that itcould be hot?”
Most of the Sadists in the room found that funny.
“Of course not,” Ash laughed. Then he pointed to Greer. “He would do it.”
Greer smirked. “Just say the word.”
“I’m not saying the word! Sir!” Jordan stalked back to Nathan and me and actually hid behind us.
I shook my head in amusement. “Did you forget our order, sweetheart?”
“Change of plans,” he mumbled. “Daddy will get it for us.”
Change of plans.
Something told me plans changed a lot out here. Particularly for newbies who thought they knew exactly what they wanted, and then they met a whole bunch of people who showed that life could look a million different ways.
Not that long ago, Jordan and I had just barely dared to fantasize about possibly meeting up with Ash for some dirty fun behind closed doors. And now…here we were, with him and his husband, all their friends, after an event where we’d fucked in front of voyeurs and gotten off to each other’s excitement. Every damn moan had fueled me.
And this was only the beginning.
EPILOGUE
A week later
Ash Riley
“Shut up, I’m almost there.” I clenched my jaw and gripped his hips tighter, and I started fucking him faster.
It would be just my luck today if someone walked into my office, even though it was supposed to be dead on the weekends. But after my morning, who fucking knew.
James covered his mouth with his hand to muffle his groans, and I glanced down. Fuck me, fuck me. Almost. So close.
This was all Nathan’s fault. He was the one who’d walked around with just a towel wrapped around his hips all morning. Apparently, it was his “thing” at the new house. To take a shower in the morning and then have his coffee out on the patio in the morning sun. And after that, he’d obviously lost track of time, and getting dressed had fallen further down the list of priorities as the kids had woken up with their demands and high-maintenance behavior.
Was there any time for Ash? Nope. My to-do list was too long. Goddammit.
I let out a groan as the pressure pushed me right to the edge. A few more seconds, and then I could screw my head on right and tackle the rest of the errands.
To James’s credit, he was a good fuckhole. He clenched down on me and met every thrust.
Finally.
I sucked in a breath and slammed into him as the climax crashed down on me.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I groaned.
“Can I come, boss?” he panted.
I didn’t answer, busy feeling the sexual frustration leave my body. At long last.
A big breath gusted out of me, and I ground deeper into his ass.
“Please, boss.”
I chuckled, out of breath. “Absolutely fuckin’ not.”
