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“Clean?” she challenges.

“Good call.” He steps right in front of her. Leaning down, he kisses her neck. “I haven’t had you in the shower yet.”

Her breath hitches.

“What do you say we get you out of these dirty clothes so I can get inside you?” He keeps sucking on her neck, trailing kisses down to her shoulder, not caring that she’s covered in paint.

She moans, glancing at me.

I’m hard. Just from those little sounds. Just from that look.

“Shower. Now,” Brendan growls, taking a few steps that way, forcing her to back up with him.

Her eyes stay locked with mine. “You, too.” It’s sweet and sultry, those two words filled with so much longing.

I glance down at myself. There are a few specks of paint on my hands and a couple smears on my shirt from holding her earlier. Nothing that can’t be cleaned up from changing and washing my hands in the sink.

As if reading my thoughts, she runs her fingers through her paintbrush bristles, then reaches out. She smears paint down my cheek, then takes my hand. “Come with us.”

There’s that look in her eyes. That desire and need.

Fuck. I barely set the hammer down before her lips crash with mine. She drops her brush. One hand wraps around my neck, her other, around Brendan. He picks her up while she’s still kissing me. Her legs wrap around his waist, little moans escaping her lips and into my mouth as she grinds her hips against his.

In a tangled mess, we rush into his room, then into his bathroom. My heart races. I’m so hard I might come in my pants. We take turns kissing her as our clothes come off. It’s all a blur as we claw at each other. Our hands and lips are all over her. She kisses us both, tearing at our clothes.

Fuck, this woman. I step out of my jeans and boxers, pinning her to the wall as Brendan starts the shower. She presses her bare body against mine, moaning and arching her back as I run my hands up her sides.

Before I can pick her up and ease into her warmth, Brendan is there. “How bad do you want us, Little Girl?”

She moans.

He chuckles.






Chapter 24

Asra

Two men. Both of them.

My heart beats erratically in my chest. All my thoughts remain concentrated on those two men.

Breckin runs his tongue along my bottom lip, then kisses me softly, his body pressed against mine, anchoring me to the cold, black, tiled wall. Meanwhile, Brendan trails his hands up my arm, his lips kissing the same path his fingers take, all the way up to my shoulders. It’s intoxicating. Moisture drips down my inner thighs as they both rub against me.

Two men, and they both want me.

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