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“You’re going to be a partner? That’s amazing!” Her smile is wide and genuine. And clueless.

“Well, yeah, we all are!” She stares at me blankly. Ezra chuckles under his breath. “Did you forget to fill her in on all the details, Ez?”

“I might have left a few details out. But not intentionally!” He says, holding his hands up when she stares at him. The slit in her skirt parts and her legs are exposed up to the thigh. She doesn’t even notice. Her eyes are shooting laser beams at Ezra, waiting for him to explain.

“Fuck, you’re hot when you’re angry. Ezra, piss her off some more,” I say, only half joking.

She chokes back a laugh and turns her icy stare on me. I wink cheekily and she raises an eyebrow, like she’s about to challenge me to some kind of duel. The hair on the back of my neck perks up in excitement, and I stare back at her, waiting. Then her eyes dart over to the floor, maybe three feet fromwhere I’m standing. My eyes follow her gaze, landing on a pair of black lace panties.

I look from the panties to her, then back to the panties, then directly at her still exposed legs. Beth leans back, her eyes locked on mine, daring me not to look as she parts her thighs slightly. Just when I go to take a step forward, she snaps her legs shut. She points a finger at both of us, and I notice that Ezra had fallen into her trap as well, which makes me laugh out loud. She’s got us both on a leash.

“Explain,” she demands, and my cock twitches. My mind sinks further into the gutter while Ezra goes into detail about how he’d like the gallery and the part of the business that would be her classroom to work.

There’s no shower here. They’ve been fucking all night. Why do I find the idea of her being sloppy after a night with my best friend to be hotter than hell? Is she still wet with his cum? Has it dried on her thighs, or did they clean up after?I hope they didn’t.

Yeah, I’m a kinky fuck. I want to do all manner of dirty, depraved things to this woman. But I’ve never in my life been so obsessed with someone that I craved them at their dirtiest, funkiest moments. I want to lick her ass crack after a workout, drown in her boob sweat, and lube up my dick in her sloppy pussy after she’s just fucked my best friend.

I groan as quietly as possible and try to tune back into the conversation.

“You just said that I’d be director, and employee, not that I have any sort of ownership.”

“Strictly speaking, your ownership responsibilities are specificto the business that happens upstairs, with whatever type of classes or events you’d like to hold. I told you, all of this up here is yours. You can name it what you want, decorate it how you want, schedule and do anything you want. The gallery will fund the venture for the foreseeable future, but I have zero doubt that it’ll be a lucrative endeavor and well worth every bit of investment.”

Beth chews on her bottom lip, her eyes downcast in deep thought. Worry lines etch across her forehead, stealing the sunshine of her sassy attitude from moments ago.

“What are you thinking, bláth fiáin?”

“I don’t know. What if you hand me all of this and I fail and disappoint you?”

“You couldn’t. Even if this part of the business fails—which Ireallydon’t think it will—but if it did, we’d still love you just as much. You could never disappoint us, Beth,” Ezra says gently. I don’t miss the L word he threw in there, and I don’t think Beth did either.

I chime in. “And you’ll be helping us run the gallery, too, so it’s not like you won’t be working your ass off. No one is handing you anything. This is one hundred percent a worthy investment.”

I don’t want her to think that she doesn’t bring just as much, if not more, than we do to the table. We have the money and some clout in the art world, but she has all the talent, she just hasn’t recognized it yet.

“You don’t have to sign anything today. Think about it as long as you need to, but we’d really like you to be in this with us,” Ezra says.

“You’re really sure about this?”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life,” he says, staring at her pointedly.

“Okay.”

“Okay?” She nods, and he beams, crossing over to kiss her.

As their kiss deepens, she moans and then opens her eyes to stare directly at me. Their mouths move more passionately against each other, but she doesn’t take her eyes off me. Then her knees drop open, her legs spreading and exposing her bare pussy to me.

I growl. “You naughty little minx.”

Ezra breaks the kiss to look down at her spread open thighs and then gives me a calculating look. I raise an eyebrow and he nods, almost imperceptibly.

“It seems our insatiable woman hasn’t gotten enough, brother,” I taunt.

“Hmmm,” he says, feigning a thoughtful moment. “Just what are we going to do about this…”

“Oh, I’ve got a good idea of what she needs. I think she needs to be turned into a pretzel and fucked with a cock at each end until she begs for mercy.”

“Is that right?” He asks her, tangling his hand in the back of her hair. “Do you want to swallow my cock while Cal fucks you into the table?” She shudders and squirms in his hold.

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