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He was so fucking past the edge he was on another goddamn plane.

He curled his fingers around Juliet’s wrist and pulled her off the elevator and into his loft.

She licked her lips. “Did you like our little—” She yelped as Tristan crouched in front of her without another word. He was prepared to push aside her panties, but she wasn’t wearing them.

Her slit was soaked.

Tristan pushed up her panties and swiped his tongue up through the wetness she’d created with the help of Randy. Now it was his turn to get a taste. To make her scream. To relieve some of the tension riding him like a fucking demon.

The first hit of her taste on his tongue released a burst of adrenaline he didn’t have full control of. “Hold her,” Tristan said hoarsely.

Rand’s eyes widened as Tristan hooked her knee over his shoulder. She was in heels and the dig of the stiletto in his shoulder was a sweet pain that centered him again. He was wild for her. Too wild.

Rand slid an arm around her shoulders to stabilize her, but it still wasn’t enough.

Tristan needed her wrapped around him.

He should have just dragged her inside, gotten her on a bed, on a floor, on a fucking chair. Anything with a bit of stationary help, but there was no stopping him right now. He wrapped her other leg around his head and hoisted her up.

Randy let her go and whispered, “Holy fuck.”

Tristan twisted and slammed her into the hallway wall. Her legs clamped around his ears and the world became her soft plum scent and darkness. He followed all the instincts and knowledge he had of her body. He slipped a finger along her rosette as she bucked against his face.

She shouted his name.

He heard it around the drowning. He was losing himself in her. The taste of her consumed him as he drank her down. The natural slickness of her coated her thighs and around his knuckle as he widened her. His tongue slid down to her tight pucker then back up to her pussy.

He wanted it all tonight.

She was going to give them everything tonight.

Her thighs shook around his ears as the rafters of the loft swallowed her screams.

Tristan braced himself against the wall, his cock screaming to get inside her.

He held a hand out to Rand. He knew he’d be there. Randy never let him down.

Randy slid his hand over her knee to her thigh as Tristan lowered her to her feet. Her chest was heaving and her dark eyes were nearly black. Rand kept her upright, his mouth at her neck, his hand cupping her breast as she slowly came back to them.

She hiccuped out a sigh with a half-laugh chaser. She smiled down at Tristan as she tucked a lock of blue and blond hair behind his ear. “I’m thinking you liked our present.”

Tristan licked his lips before kissing her inner thigh. “Considering I can still taste you on my lips, I think it’s a safe yes.” He stood up, his cock peeking from his button fly.

Her eyes widened as she looked down. “Oh, it’s been days since I’ve seen you.”

Tristan groaned when she circled his cock. “He’s missed you.”

Randy dragged her shirt open and pushed up the lacy tank. He sucked her nipple into his mouth.

“How am I supposed to concentrate when you do that?” she asked Rand.

Randy let her nipple go with a pop. “That’s the whole point.”

Tristan teased his fingers over her slit as they both pinned her against the wall. “We own you tonight.”

Randy’s eyes were hooded with lust. He cupped her breast, his other hand curled around her back to keep her from banging into the wall too hard. Ever the gentleman, that was Randy. Someday he’d trust that Jules liked a few love bruises.

Jules hissed out a breath. Her lush mouth fell open as Tristan dipped his middle two fingers into her pussy and brushed his pinky along her rosette. “I want everything.” She lifted a hand to Randy’s cheek before lifting her mouth to his. She swiped her tongue along his lower lip. “You inside me.”

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