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Quinn’s blue gaze is darker now, her chest rising and falling as she continues to tease her own skin, never undoing her bra.

“Prove it,” Noah says.

Quinn and I both snap our attention to him, but Quinn doesn’t look surprised by the suggestion.

“Are you challenging me to fuck your wife?”

“I want you to show me how it’s done.”

My breathing picks up, and I stare at the couple to see if they’re serious. I had dreamed we’d fuck at some point, but I wasn’t sure if it was all a fantasy or if it would actually happen.

“If you want to,” Quinn adds. “We don’t want to make anything uncomfortable for you.”

“Oh.” I swallow the heat building in my throat. “I want to.”

“Then you have our consent,” Noah says.

A million thoughts run through my mind at once, and for a brief second, I wonder if this is going to be a horrible idea.

I do want to fuck Quinn. I want to fuck Noah, too. But being inside them this way will change things. We haven’t even spoken about how much things have changed already and what will happen when the retreat ends. At the end of the day, they’re married, and I’m…

I’m a nomad who helps couples like them reignite their love.

A hand on my cheek brings me back to reality. Noah brushes his thumb under my eye and smiles the kind of smile that makes my knees weak. It’s the smile I used to think about even when I didn’t want to.

“We want you, Beck.” He leans in, lips hovering just above mine. “We’ve wanted you this whole time.”

Noah’s mouth brushes my lips, the kiss so light it’s barely there, but it’s enough. His words and touch quiet every doubt, turning up the pull between the three of us until it drowns out everything else. Any sense of logic slips away, replaced by something stronger and undeniable.

As far as I’m concerned, there’s no other choice in this moment but them. I want them just as much as they want me.

The rest…I’ll figure out later.

I grab the back of Noah’s head in a tight grip, his smile turning sly as I squeeze his nape and stare deeply into his hungry hazel eyes.

“You want me to show you how a real man should fuck his wife?”

“Yes, Beck.”

I release him and get up off the bed.

“Beck—”

“Patience.” I cut him off, grinning at Quinn before turning away. With their eyes burning into my back, I make my way to the fireplace mantel and grab what I want. After a short stop in the bathroom to wash the item, I grab a new bottle of lube—they stock each bungalow for every retreat—and a condom.

I approach Noah and Quinn on the bed and drop the condom on the blanket.

“I’m on the pill,” Quinn says.

I meet her gaze directly, the heat in my body rising at the idea of being bare inside her hot cunt. “You’re both good with no protection?”

“Yes” they say together like they’d planned it.

“We’ve only been together, and we’re tested regularly,” Noah says.

“I tested before the retreat, so I’m good,” I say.

“That’s settled then.” Quinn exhales.