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I turn to my best friend. “He saw her on our wedding night in her lingerie, and he never fucking mentioned it to me.”

Angel smirks, shrugging. “I wouldn’t have wanted to tell you that either. It’s kind of a death wish, don’t you think?”

“Shut the fuck up,” I mutter, still angry about Romeo. The second Elena isn’t around, I’m going to teach him a lesson.

“Why are you sitting in here alone?” Elena asks Angel, squeezing in between the two of us.

Fuck.

Angel and I share a knowing look over her head. We’ve always shared women for as long as I can remember, but not in the same way that the twins used to. Angel is dominant as fuck and loves giving orders. He loves wearing masks and playing games. Like me, he likes watching too.

Between the two of us, we have kept many women happy.

But Elena? She’s a whole different ball game.

This is my wife, not just a random club girl.

Still, my kinks haven’t just disappeared. The thought of Angel watching me fuck Elena has me hard as a rock.

But the thought of him touching her? It would be a shame to have to kill my best friend.

“It’s quiet in here,” Angel says, his dark eyes roaming over Elena. “And without Suit, it’s boring as hell. Does this mean he’s allowed back in here?”

“I never said he wasn’t,” Elena replies, playing with the hem of her short denim dress. “As long as he’s not touching another woman.”

“You know I wouldn’t do that,” I rasp, reaching over and placing my palm on her thigh. “You’re the only one I see, Elena.”

She clears her throat. “The club girls were always talking about the two of you.”

“What were they saying?” I ask, even though I hate the idea of her having to listen to anything that involved me being with other women.

“They said that you shared…” She trails off with a sigh as I start to kiss her throat.

“Hmm,” I hum, sucking on her soft skin. “Angel and I do like playing games. It makes it a lot more fun. I’d never share you, Elena. Angel will never get to taste your sweet pussy, but I’m sure he’d love to watch us together.”

Angel stands and moves to sit on the edge of the podium, directly in front of us.

“Do you want him to watch me fuck you?” I ask, and she glances up shyly at Angel. Her gaze drops to his crotch, where we can clearly see his cock straining.

“I can leave right now,” Angel says to her, his gaze not wavering.

“Stay,” she whispers.

“Say it louder, princess,” Angel orders.

Elena sucks in a sharp breath. “Stay, Angel. I want to see what all the fuss is about.”

I lift her to sit on my lap with her back to my chest, so she’s looking at Angel. My fingers slide inside her panties, and she’s already wet. I was so wrong to think Elena would never fit into my lifestyle. She’s perfect for me. Women are multifaceted, and I fucked up by trying to put her in a good-girl corner. She is a good girl, but she’s mine. And she’s only bad with me because she feels safe enough to be so.

“She’s already soaked,” I tell Angel, who rakes his teeth over his lower lip. “She likes your eyes on her.”

“Good,” he replies, undoing the button on his jeans. “Slide one finger inside her, Suit. And rub her little clit.”

Elena moans softly as I do what he orders.

“He’s good with his hands, isn’t he?” Angel continues, pulling his cock out and stroking it.

Elena gasps when her eyes land on it.