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Hendrick leans in. “Now? We fuck her. But first, I’m opening some wine.” He looks back. “Cat?”
I turn. MG’s there, leaning against the wall, her nipples still hard, and I fucking love she doesn’t give a shit about being naked. It suits her.
The panties are on, but seriously, they’re decoration and titillation over anything else.
“I’ll have wine, but…” She swings her gaze between us. “No more edging.”
“No one’s promising that,” I say with a grin as he hands her a glass. The ass doesn’t get me one. He doesn’t get one himself, so I pour my own, still holding the honey. “That’s boring.”
“You two come, I come.”
“That’s not a rule,” Hendrick says, pushing her hair back to kiss her shoulder. “And you’re fucking hot when you get pissed off and frustrated. Maybe you’re made to sit right at the edge of your orgasm.”
“Hendrick, I’ve got handcuffs, and I’m not afraid to use them.”
“Those cuffs are mine,” he says.
I shoot him a look. Full of fucking surprises, apparently.
“Maybe I stole them, Hendrick.” Then, she looks at me. “I’ll cuff you, too, asshole.”
I come over to her and take her hand, palming it on my hard dick. I still have the honey and her gaze goes to it. “Fun and games, MG.”
“Living room?” Hendrick asks.
She squeezes me and then moves her hand to his cock. “I thought there was dessert.”
“There is,” he says, “you.”
As he tugs her toward the living room, I pause. Hendrick glances over his shoulder. “Jac?”
I wave them on. “I’ll be there in a minute.”
The moment they leave, I pull out my phone. I wait until a rumble of laughter hits me from the living room before I press the call button.
He answers on the second ring.
“Kincaid? It’s Miller…”
NINETEEN
MAGDALENA
“You know, I can smell you in my dreams,” Hendrick murmurs against my ear as he slow dances to me. “Jasmine, ginger, orange blossom. Fresh, erotic, spicy clean. And yet you’re a dirty, nasty thing.”
I wrap my arms around his neck, loving the smoothness of his cheek, his veneer of solid commonsense, of buttoned up. He so isn’t. He’s depraved, and when he unleashes that dark, violent, and filthy side, he’s deliciously good at it.
He can bring me to my knees and make me come with a look good.
But he’s dependable.
And Jac… I’m beginning to think the differences are surface. Jac’s wilder and rougher and doesn’t think about boundaries. Hendrick likes to think about them. He likes to push. They play a similar game on different levels. And I’m here for it.
“You are dark eroticism under a wickedly cut conservative suit.” I pause, his hands are on my ass, but he’s not doing anything, and that in itself is turning me on, building the anticipation until I’m almost trembling. “What’s this really all about?”
“I sure as fuck don’t want to lose you and neither does Jac, so I thought…” He sighs. “Cat, I know you. When things get in the way of this magnetic pull, it’s like the world shifts. Becomes not right. You want Jac. I want you. You also want me. He wants you. Giving you what you want makes sense.”
“But—”
