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Before I have the chance to say or do anything, Reaper pulls out of me. I fight back a whimper, already missing the feel of him.

Without skipping a beat, he points to the couch. “Get over there. On your hands and knees.”

Even though my stomach does a little flip-flop at his command, I do as I’m told and kneel on the couch, my palms pressing into the cushion. My body’s spent, and my limbs are trembling. Even more so when both men step closer.

All of this is terribly wrong, but I can’t stop myself. Not even when Ghost takes his position behind me and grabs my hips with both hands.

I moan when I feel the tip of his cock at my opening. A shiver zips through my body.

I stare at the man who’s haunted my nightmares—and my wet dreams—for the past couple of months straight in the eye as his friend slams into me.

My gasp is audible as he fills me up with his hard cock, and I dig my fingernails into the sofa.

Reaper makes a noise deep in his throat that sounds like a growl. His eyes blaze with heat and fury, but he doesn’t move, doesn’t shove his buddy away from me. He doesn’t grab my chin and push his cock between my lips like I expect him to either.

Instead he takes a step back as if he wants a better view of his friend rutting into me.

“She likes it rough,” he informs him. “And she has a lot more orgasms left in her.”

Oh my god . . .

“That so?” Ghost grabs my wrists and twists them onto my back, leaving me bound and helpless—and so fucking aroused I can’t think straight anymore.

New heat coils deep in my core, making me even wetter than before. Sucking in a breath, I let him thrust into me like I’m his personal fuck toy, all while he holds my arms behind my back.

Reaper’s gaze slides over my bouncing tits, my ass, and to the other man’s cock pounding into my pussy, then it snaps back to my face. His eyes seem even darker than before, ready to commit murder.

“Fuck,” Ghost groans, pulling out of me. “Sit on my lap, love. Let’s give him the show he deserves.”

My knees tremble as I change position, leaning my back against his chest, my whole body on full display for Reaper and anyone who might come through the office door. His friend grabs my hips, lifts me up for a second, then slams me down on his cock.

A scream erupts from my throat as he enters me at this new angle, and I almost orgasm on the spot.

Not giving me a moment’s rest, Ghost moves my body to fuck him as he pleases.

Suddenly, my hands are behind my back again, and all I can do is hold Reaper’s gaze while another man fucks me right in front of him.

His cock stands tall, glistening with his pre-cum and my own arousal, and I can’t stop myself from staring at it. I want it inside me. I want to suck him while his friend pounds into my pussy.

Just the thought of it makes a groan escape my throat.

I wet my lips in anticipation, begging him with my eyes even though no words leave my mouth.

He takes a step toward us, reaching for me.

Then a door shuts in the pub.

Making us all freeze.

CHAPTER SIX

“Who was that?” Reaper’s voice is dangerously low.

I stare at him in shock, my mind racing, desperate to come up with a coherent answer.

“John,” I finally say. “My boss. He . . . he must’ve forgotten something and come back to get it.” It’s a miracle I can even muster clear thoughts, let alone form sentences.

Maybe it’s the sudden rush of panic and adrenaline firing through my veins that clears my mind.