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She moved restlessly, closing her thighs and opening them to find some sort of relief.
“Sparky, drape her knees over your thighs. I don’t want to miss a thing.”
She bowed off of him.
“That’s my pussy too. Remember that when he’s touching you.”
She nodded. “Yours,” she mumbled. “Both of yours.”
One of Randy’s hands wandered to her belly and down to her slit.
“I didn’t say you could touch her pussy yet.”
Randy’s fingers curled into a fist, but he returned to her heavy breasts.
Tris paused at the exit. “How do they feel?”
“You know damn well how they feel. Soft as heaven. A perfect handful.”
“Look down, man. She’s so wet—all because of us.”
Randy’s gaze stalled on her breasts as he manipulated each tip. The rose deepened to a raspberry as Juliet’s hips gyrated with each tug.
“Please.” Juliet’s back arched. “I’m going crazy.”
“Then you’re in trouble, babe. Because I’m just getting started.” Tristan slapped the bar of the heavy exit door and crossed the parking lot to his Jag. He unlocked it and eased in, his dick on goddamn fire. As soon as he sat down, he popped the top button and his zipper for some room.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Giving Chef junior a little breathing room.”
She swallowed and opened heavy eyes. “Let me see.”
Tristan’s hand tightened on his steering wheel. This wasn’t about him. It was her, he wanted to see her break. To get a secondhand high off watching her fly.
“If you won’t let him touch me, at least let me see your…” She hissed out a breath and Randy tugged harder.
“That’s it, Sparky. Leave a mark.” Tristan shifted in his car. “Taste her neck. Drag in that dark plum scent of her until your damn head spins. It’s almost as delicious as her pussy.”
Randy groaned, but his mouth went to work on her neck. He grazed his teeth up the elegant column of her neck and nipped her earlobe.
“Suck. I want to see a mark. Show it to me.”
Her breath came through the car as he turned it on, his bluetooth instantly engaged. Probably not a good idea. How the hell was he going to drive all the way home with that surrounding him?
Tristan set his phone in the holder next to his steering wheel. Juliet shuddered, and every little catch came through as clearly as if she were in front of him.
Randy finally pulled back.
“Let me see,” Tristan said. His voice was all bass, thick with reaction already. And he hadn’t even seen him taste her, take her, fuck her yet.
Juliet turned her head.
“Closer,” Tristan said.
She leaned forward until her chin and neck filled the screen. The skin was already bruising nicely. Little pockets of purple on her golden skin. She rocked forward again and again.
“No.”
