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“I’m not asking.” He dragged me over his lap to straddle him, and maybe I didn’t put up as much of a struggle as I should have. The rough denim of his jeans was torture against my hot pussy, and I felt very naked, small, and helpless. And horny.

He pulled the throw off of me, as though it offended him that I’d covered myself.

“That’s better. Unbutton my pants.”

The hard bar of his cock was off to one side, which was the only reason the head wasn’t poking above his waistband.

I contemplated the button, but curled my fingers into fists.

“Is my girl feeling shy?”

I squirmed in discomfort, absolutely not because I was trying to relieve the ache between my legs using the rough fabric of his jeans.

“I’m notyourgirl.”

His arched brow implied he thought otherwise. Maybe because I was naked and straddling his lap.

His smile was sexy and diabolical. Watching me, he unfastened his jeans and freed his erection. It was beautiful and hard and exactly what I needed.

“Do you know what to do with this?”

I gnawed at my bottom lip. “I shouldn’t do anything with it. I shouldn’t even be naked, let alone on your lap.”

“Give me your phone.”

I handed it to him. “He won’t answer you any faster than he’s answering me. He doesn’t ignore my messages.”

He pressed his sinfully hot cock against my belly and took a picture.

“What are you doing?” I snapped, trying to snatch my phone back.

He tapped on the screen and handed it back. As I was trying to figure out what he’d done with the picture he’d taken, he grabbed my ass and pulled me closer, holding me in a viselike grip with the silken length of his big, veined cock slotted between my labia, snug against my clit.

“Loïc!”

“Tarryn,” he half-growled, half-groaned, letting his head fall back against the sofa.

I squirmed, trying to get away, but I was slick with arousal, and it felt so good and so wrong.

“I sent that picture to your husband. I think he’s being a coward and leaving you to make this decision alone.” His fingers strayed, stroking over my back hole. I squeaked and wriggled away from them, which made me slide against his hard-on again. “Fuck me, Tarryn. You know it’s what he wants. It’s what all three of us want.”

Fuck.

Valor, where the fuck are you?

“At this point penetration is a technicality. He’s using us to torture each other.”

Valor should have called me back. There was no reason for him to be away from his phone for so long. He never left my messages unanswered for longer than maybe an hour, except when he was asleep and didn’t see them. It had been almost three hours now. What were the chances his phone had been stolen, or lost, or broken? I could call his office, but then I would look like a nosy wife who didn’t trust her husband.

Loïc’s hands weren’t idle, roaming over me, but he seemed determined to keep me on edge rather than getting me off.

I tried to rise, but he grabbed my ass harder, rubbing his cock against me, making me whine.

Valorshouldn’t have given me permission in the first place—not with a man like this.

I was loyal to my husband, but a woman could only resist so much temptation.

He wanted to share me with Loïc, for some reason, so…fine. I’d do it. Do him.

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