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“Fucker.”
Ethan tucked her back against his dick. “You can admit defeat.”
“No, there’s no defeat.” She turned her face until her cheek brushed along Ethan’s unusually scruffy face. She nipped at his jaw. “Do your worst.” She faced forward. “Both of you.”
“Well, this just got interesting.” Ethan slid his arm around her waist. “Very interesting.”
“I want her dripping.” Luc’s voice was firm. “In every way.”
She was so fucked in so many ways. Hopefully, a few naked ones by the end of this.
The first seven lunges were easy. Ethan’s fingers were firm on her waist and along her slit. But it wasn’t the kind of friction that would push her too far. At least not at first.
At first, it was just that fullness she always craved. And the increased burn of her thighs was distracting enough to pull a bit of the pleasure away.
However, watching all the things flex on Luc didn’t help. Aiming a little hate in his direction toned it down a touch. By the time she was into the last rep in the first set of ten, she was quivering for a whole different reason.
She wobbled a little on the bend down. Ethan’s fingers were so damn deep inside of her. So thick and God, it wasn’t quite enough to fill her up, but it reminded her what she was missing. And it also started to ramp up the ache.
“Is your hand soaked, Professor?”
Ethan hissed out a breath. “A fair bit.”
“Now bring her up into a full stand. She needs to rest between sets.” Luc lifted the dumbbells to make slow curls. “Now Ethan needs to prime you a touch more.”
“I don’t believe this was in the workout diary.”
Luc shifted the weights in his hands. “You changed the rules first.”
That she did. “Fine.”
“Legs apart. Stand straight. Chin up.” Luc barked orders as he slowly went through whatever circuit of exercises he deemed necessary.
Considering his biceps were swelling with each curl, she couldn’t exactly complain. She could stand there, no problem.
Well, not much of one. Because Ethan hadn’t been lying. She was soaked through her damn panties and possibly through the Lycra. And sweat was only a partial factor.
The air conditioning was blasting in Luc’s gym. It had been a prerequisite of them all living together. The penthouse apartment had every amenity they needed and then some.
“Professor, why don’t you flip up that sports bra our girl is wearing. It looks a little too tight. She needs breathing room.” Luc’s arm swung down to his side. “And I like the view.”
She narrowed her gaze at him, but really didn’t have room to talk since she’d made him strip.
Ethan’s hands came up to cup her breasts and she hissed out a breath as he slowly rolled up the reinforced cups. The cool air activated her damn nipples like a homing beacon.
When her breasts swung free, she refused to hunch forward. She’d always been overly endowed and was used to hiding her breasts under flowing layers. But since these two men had come into her life, she’d learned to be proud of her curves.
“Time to do a few shoulder shrugs before your next set.” Luc demonstrated with his weights by lifting his shoulders up and down, his arms at his sides.
Such a little movement.
That couldn’t be too bad, right?
“Ethan’s hands stay where they are. Each rep, he tugs on those luscious fucking nipples.”
She was a dead woman.
She lifted her chin. She’d intended on torturing Luc and now she was getting the business, dammit. But she couldn’t back down. Not now.
