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  Noah's hands slide up my body and cup my breasts. He slips off my bra and tosses it to the side as Aiden pulls my hair back and leans over, kissing me hard on the lips. His teeth drag across my tongue and catch my lip, and I arch into Noah's touch. Screw talking. Or rules. "Fuck me," I whisper.

  "Soon," Aiden promises.

  "Shouldn't we… what?" Noah asks, his voice thick.

  "Mmm… I forget," I murmur as Noah's fingers slip inside the front of my panties and find my clit. Aiden moves to stand at our side. I turn toward him, opening to take him in as Noah strokes me. I taste Aiden on my tongue, reminding me instantly of the night before. My body remembers him too, and arousal floods through me as I take his cock deeper into my mouth.

  "Let me see how wet you are," Noah growls.

  With my hand stroking Aiden's length, I pull myself up to my knees, revealing a dark spot where I sat on Noah's lap. Noah reaches between my legs, touching his fingers to my pussy and then pulling them away. A gossamer strand of my wetness clings to his fingers, and he opens his mouth and touches his fingers to his tongue.

  “She is so fucking wet," Aiden groans, moving behind me and sliding his fingers between my legs. He finds my entrance quickly, slipping his fingers inside me. A wave of arousal nearly blows me over, and when I lurch forward, Noah's mouth is on my breast immediately.

  Noah swirls his tongue around my nipple until I'm so dizzy with anticipation and desire that I can't see straight. I want his clothes off. I want the fabric barrier between me and him to be removed. I want to feel him.

  I want to feel both of them.

  When I open my mouth, the word "please" comes out. It sounds nothing like me – it's needy and desperate, filled with longing.

  But instead of giving me what I want, Aiden slips his fingers out from between my legs. I let out a whimper, silently cursing my lust for these men. "I almost forgot… I did find you flowers," he says. "As our apology."

  I'm so breathless that I'm nearly panting, and my thoughts are so muddled, I don't think I hear him right. Flowers? I don’t care about flowers. I want you to fuck me. "Flowers? Now? Um, okay. Yes. Flowers."

  "Not now, Aiden," Noah growls, pulling his shirt over his head. I run my hands across his broad chest, watching his pecs jump at my touch. He reaches for the waistband of his jeans. I stand to help him pull them off as Aiden struts over to the shopping bag he brought with him earlier.

  "You'll like these flowers," Aiden assures me, reaching inside the bag and pulling out another bag, this one black velvet. From that bag, he pulls out a floral-patterned object.

  Noah coughs. "You were going to use that to make things less uncomfortable?"

  Aiden grins, obviously pleased with himself. "I couldn't find flowers, but this has flowers on it. And we needed one if we were going to…"

  "Is that a… vibrator?" I ask.

  Aiden chuckles. "No, sugar." My face reddens and I feel embarrassed and naïve, but Aiden's expression softens. He takes my hand and pulls me against him, tilting my chin up and bringing his lips down on mine. He kisses me softly and tenderly before pulling away. "Do you trust us?"

  I raise my eyebrows. "Hell, no."

  Noah laughs, his palm on my ass. "She's not stupid."

  Aiden glares at Noah. "Okay, do you trust that we wouldn't do anything to hurt you?"

  The expression on his face is so earnest. Is he only talking about sex?

  "Yes," I answer.

  Aiden leans close to me, his breath on my ear as he reaches between my legs, brushing his fingers against my clit, then slipping them inside me again. I relax into his masterful touch, barely flinching when I feel Noah spread my ass cheeks, a finger pressing against my asshole. "You want to fuck both of us, don't you, sugar?" Aiden whispers.

  More than anything. Against every rational part of me that continues to scream, "Don't do it! This is a bad idea!"

  "Yes," I breathe instead. My palm is on Aiden's chest, my fingertips pressing against his hard muscles as they twitch and flex.

  "Both of us at once," Noah says, his voice low.

  My heart stops. "Yes."

  "Well, that's what the butt plug is for," Aiden whispers. "To get you ready for both of us."

  I breathe in sharply through my teeth. I'm not sure if I'm more scared or turned on by the thought of both of them being inside me at the same time. "I've… definitely never done anything like that before," I whisper.

  "We're not in a rush," Noah reassures me. "You decide when you want both of us. Right, Aiden?"

  Aiden strokes me with his fingers, his eyes locked on mine. "We definitely want to take our time."

  29

  Aiden

  Noah and I take our time with Grace. I pick her up and carry her to Noah's desk, her legs wrapped around my waist and my lips planted firmly on hers. We lay her out on the surface, her legs splayed out and her perfect body fully on display for us.

  Then both of us devour her. Our mouths are on her lips, her neck, her shoulders, her breasts, her thighs… and her perfect pink pussy. We take turns licking her, fingering her, bringing her to the edge of orgasm over and over, but always pulling away. We tease her until she's panting and desperate, all frustrated groans and sighs and completely undone, the opposite of perfectly put-together Grace.

  I want to see her like this every day – totally unraveled, moaning and pleading, her cheeks flushed with desire and need.

  We don't let her touch either of us, not once, even though it would be so easy to tell her to wrap her lush lips around our cocks and suck us dry. Instead, we focus entirely on her until she's begging over and over for release.

  "Please," she says again, her voice a cross between a whisper and a whine. Noah looks up from where he is, bent with her breast in his mouth.

  "I don't know, Aiden," he says. "What do you think?"

  "I think," I start, my voice trailing off as I run my tongue up her wet slit, "that Grace should tell us exactly what she wants."

  "Yes," she breathes, as I pull her clit into my mouth. Her hips arch, and she squeezes my head between her thighs, but I pull away, causing her to moan loudly in frustration.

  "Is this what you want?" Noah asks, guiding his cock toward her lips. She opens her mouth, but he pauses just above her tongue.

  "Tell us exactly," I demand, pausing to tear open a condom and roll it onto my hard cock.

  Her eyes flicker over me as I apply lube to the butt plug and show it to her. "Yes," she whispers.

  "Yes, what?" I ask.

  "Yes to everything."

  Yes to everything.

  But that's not enough for Noah, who growls his response. "Tell me just how much you want to wrap your lips around my cock," he says, as I push the butt plug right to her entrance and pause there.

  "I want your cock in my mouth," Grace moans. "I want to swallow you while Aiden fucks me."

  "And you want this?" I ask, pressing the lubed-up plug against her hole and pushing to slide it slowly inside.

  "Yes." She tenses initially, then relaxes, groaning as it settles inside her. Noah grabs her hair and guides her mouth to his cock. She's lying on her back on the desk, her head turned so that Noah can fuck her mouth, and her ass nearly off the end of the desk so that I can fuck her.

  And I'm definitely going to fuck her.

  Now, there's no more foreplay, no teasing strokes or gentleness. My hands under her thighs and pulling them against me for leverage, I slide easily into her wet cunt. "Oh, fuck, you're tight," I groan, my breath catching as her tightness envelops me.

  "Her pussy is fucking perfect," Noah agrees, fisting her hair as he pumps his cock inside her mouth.

  Noah and I quickly fall into a rhythm, one at each end of Grace, her body jostling back and forth as we fuck her. She makes little muted moaning sounds that get quicker as our rhythm builds in speed. Noah is right; her pussy is fucking perfect. It's warm and tight and so damn wet, I can't get enough. I want to feel her bare on me, with no barrier between us.