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Thrusting forward, I bottom out and slam against her ass. She cries out a word that I can’t make out, and I don’t let up. I continue driving into her sweet pussy as it clamps around me like a vise. I can’t stop. I want to be deeper inside her even though there’s nowhere else for me to go. I pound her so hard that my balls slap against her clit. She’s going to have bruises on her thighs from the way I’m fucking her over this desk, but I can’t be bothered to care. I’m going to fucking lose myself in her and there’ll be no going back. There’s already no escaping how I feel about her.
“West,” she cries, and it only makes me fuck her harder. The sturdy oak desk creaks. Papers scatter to the floor. My empty coffee mug tips over. She claws at the wood, her back bowed and her hot cunt rippling around me. So close to ecstasy. To oblivion. To me. She screams my name, and her orgasm vibrates through her. I grab her hips, holding her still, and give her every-fucking-thing I’ve got, driving into her harder and faster as I chase the high that comes from the sweet relief of being buried inside her. Of losing myself in everything that is her. She is fucking perfect.
“Jesus fu-uck, Lily!” The force of my climax steals the breath from my lungs. My legs are fucking trembling when I pull out of her, and despite how hard I just was on her, she still whimpers at the loss of me. I stagger back a few steps, and my gaze is drawn to Xander, then to her pussy, which overflows with my cum as well as hers. “Clean her up.”
He shuffles forward on his knees, but right before he gets his mouth on her, I thread my fingers in his hair and tug his head back until he’s staring into my eyes. “And then it’s your turn, brat.”
ChapterTwenty-Nine
LILY
An appreciative whistle greets me when I enter the kitchen. “Wow, you look hot, shorty.”
Cheeks heating at his praise, I grab my purse from the counter.
Zeke glares at me, his jaw working as he crosses the room. “I’m not sure I’m going to let you leave the penthouse alone in those jeans, buttercup.”
I glance down at my outfit. Skinny jeans and a sparkly tank top. “What? Why?”
He skims a hand over my backside and growls. “Because I can see every fucking curve of your ass.” He squeezes hard, making me gasp. “Are you even wearing panties?”
Before I can answer, he pops open the button of my jeans and shoves his hand inside. “Zeke!” I protest, but my body instinctively leans into him.
His fingertips brush the soft cotton material, and he arches one eyebrow.
“It’s a G-string. And do you mind?” I pull his hand out and refasten my jeans.
Dipping his head, he trails his teeth down my neck as another dangerous growl rumbles in his throat. “Yes, I do mind, buttercup. I don’t want anyone looking at what’s mine. And when you try to go out with your perfect fucking ass on display like that, it makes me want to lock you in your room and remind you who you belong to.”
A gasp sticks in my throat. His possessiveness is kind of hot, if totally unnecessary. I’m theirs and he knows it. It’s been two months since ourarrangementbegan, and I’m completely head over heels for all three of them. Despite knowing how much it’s going to hurt when this comes to an end, I let myself fall in love with them a little more each day. How could I not when they’re so caring and smart and funny? Not to mention insanely hot and attentive and they have magical mouths and hands and…
I tip my head back, allowing Zeke better access to my neck. His heavy grunt reminds me that I haven’t responded to his threat to lock me in my room. “You think I could forget who I belong to, even for a second?”
“Her ass isn’t exactly on display, Zeke,” West says. Walking up behind me, he grabs my hips and pushes himself up against my back. “But I agree, it is fucking perfect.”
Wedged in the middle of their two hard bodies, I squirm as wetness and warmth pool between my thighs. “I need to catch the uptown subway.”
West looks at me like I’m an idiot. “I don’t fucking think so. Our driver will take you.”
“But I like the subway.”
“No fucking way, buttercup.”
Looking for support, I glance across the room at Xander. “You take the car or you don’t go,” he says with a shrug.
Admitting defeat, I sigh. The problem isn’t the car, it’s actually a far more comfortable way to travel, but what if I get too used to it? It isn’t my car. This isn’t my real life—not forever, anyway. “You’re all way too overprotective. The subway is perfectly safe.”
Zeke bands his arms around my waist and pulls my body against his. “Are you still arguing about this?”
“No, I’ll take the car.”
“And this too.” West holds his black Amex card in front of my face.
I snort out a laugh. “I know I’m a poor struggling wannabe writer, but I can afford to buy myself a few beers, I promise.”
West presses a soft kiss beneath my ear. “Take the fucking card, princess.”
“I can’t.” I shake my head. “You already give me free room and board.”
