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“Please,” I moaned.

With a throaty groan he pushed into me, inch by inch until he was so deep I thought I might scream.

We moved together, fast, frantic, every thrust sending me further into delirious pleasure. His mouth on mine was hot, wet, seeking. He moaned around my tongue as he lifted himself out of me, the tip of his cock teasing my soaking entrance before slamming back down inside.

I couldn’t hold back. The sounds that escaped me were animalistic.

All I could see was him. All I wanted was him.

I never wanted it to stop. I couldn’t help myself, my hips tilted up to meet him wildly, my legs wrapping around his back as though I could pull him even closer than he already was.

God, it felt so good.

“Noah, yes, please—”

His mouth found my nipple, sucking greedily on the sensitive flesh, feeding the fire that pulsed through my entire body. The pace of his thrusts increased.

The front door opened. Slammed really.

We both froze. Noah’s body went rigid inside me, his head turning to look back out the bedroom door.

Footsteps in the living room. Heavy ones. The sound of them increased as they made their way down the hallway.

Noah rolled off me in one motion, grabbing the sheet to cover us, his face draining of color, his chest heaving.

I stared at the door, unsure of who could be here.

In the blink of an eye, Silas appeared, standing at the doorframe.

I knew I had to be dreaming.

He didn’t move or speak. He just surveyed the room—Noah naked and flushed beside me, my legs still trembling and bare under flimsy cover, the bed sheets a tangled mess beneath us. The trail of our clothes we had shredded along the way.

Something about the glare in his eyes, which had started dead and flat, flipped. Like a light switch turning on.

He laughed. A reaction that I certainly did not expect.

“Oh, Noah.” Silas dragged the words out like he was savoring their flavor. “This. Is. Rich.”

“Silas—” Noah began.

“No,” Silas held up a hand, still chuckling to himself. “You—you’re going to have to shut up for a second.”

The thunder rolled outside, almost on cue.

I stayed on the bed, motionless, stuck between embarrassment and fury. Something about the way Noah had said his name, how the Silas rolled off his tongue, like he regretted being here with me, didn’t sit right.

I also didn’t quite like Silas telling my man to shut up.

“Why don’t you shut the fuck up,” I growled. “You’re the one intruding.”

Noah’s head snapped back to look at me, shock overtaking his features, mouth hanging open as though I had physically slapped him. Silas, too, gaped at me, eyes widening just enough for me to know that my comment took him off guard.

Good. I hope he enjoyed the view.

He sauntered in the room, circling us like a shark does when there was blood in the water. He plopped himself down into the chair next to the bed and crossed his legs over the other.

“Let me get this straight. You bring her here, fuck her here, in the building I own.” Silas looked up to the sky as if he were praying. “Is this really my fucking life right now?”