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She widened her legs as far as she could.
“That’s my girl.” His finger pushed into her pussy, thrusting deep.
She let out a small cry, arching back as he pumped it in and out of her pussy.
“What a good baby you’re being. That’s it. Get nice and wet for me.”
Fuck.
His finger drew out and she immediately missed it, wanting it back inside her. She was panting heavily as she looked up. Then she stilled.
He was sucking on his finger, his eyes closed. “Fuck. Me. Delicious.”
Then she moved her gaze to Grady. And saw something unexpected. But not unwanted. There was hunger on Grady’s face. Pure, undiluted need.
But she didn’t think it was because he wanted to be the one tasting her arousal.
Or not entirely.
She thought he was imagining himself licking it from Steele’s finger.
Definitely not the first time she’d wondered whether Grady was into Steele.
She just wasn’t sure if Damon knew or not. Or even if he was into men.
Was she . . . was she coming between them? But then again, they’d been best friends for a long time and it didn’t appear that Grady had ever made a move. She knew they liked to share. But did they ever touch each other?
“Want to taste?” Steele asked Grady.
“Yeah, but I want to eat from the source. After.”
What . . . what did he mean? That he wanted to, uh, eat her?
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
She wanted that so badly that she swore she nearly came there and then.
“I think our baby likes that idea,” Steele said, dropping his hand to rub her bottom again. “I forgot to ask if there is any position that hurts your back? Are you all right like this?”
“Um, I think it would only be a problem if I was in the same position for a while, I think.”
“If there is ever anything that hurts your back, you tell us,” Grady said sternly. “I’ll add that to the rules.”
“I will.”
“That’s our good baby. Right, the count is twenty. Say your safeword if you need to.”
36
Grady swore he was close to coming in his pants just from watching Damon spank Effie’s naughty bottom. He reached down to adjust himself.
Steele caught the movement and sent him a knowing look as he paused to rub the warmth into her skin.
“How are you doing, Spitfire?” Steele asked.
“It hurts,” she said pitifully.
Worry filled Steele’s face and he paused. “It’s too much?”
