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I start to move.

Ronan lets me for maybe fifteen seconds.

Then his hand tightens around my hair.

“Stop.”

I stop.

His cock rests heavy on my tongue.

I wait.

Above us, Cami moans.

I can't see her.

That's almost worse. Better. I don’t fucking know.

I can hear Griffin.

Micah.

The table shifting.

Ronan's voice comes from directly above me. “Cameron.”

Her moan breaks. “Yes?”

“Color.”

“Green.”

“Good.” Then to one of them: “Slower. Make it last.”

Micah's answer is rough. “Okay.”

Ronan looks down at me. “Continue.”

Fuck.

I do.

My entire world becomes Ronan's cock and the sounds happening above me.

I can't see it.

Which means my brain fills in everything.

Cami spread on our table.

Griffin holding her.

Micah moving beside him.

Ronan sitting above me like a fucking king while I service him under the table.

I almost come untouched.