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  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.

  I have no idea how long we fuck her. It seems like forever. Each thrust of my cock inside her pushes the butt plug into her ass, and her moans turn into little grunts. Her pussy swells around my cock, and it takes everything I have to wait until she comes, her body convulsing and her pussy squeezing my cock so tightly I can't help but let go inside her.

  I pull her tightly against me, holding her thighs around me as I come in a white-hot explosion. Then Noah groans loudly, his hand still gripping her hair tightly as he pumps into her mouth. She's moaning and swallowing and I can't fucking believe I'm inside her, her pussy muscles milking me of everything, as I watch Noah come in her mouth.

  Everything about it feels incredibly wrong. Grace was right to freak out and run when she did. Even I know this is a disaster waiting to happen. We can't just keep fucking the President's daughter. Someone will find out – and that would ruin all of us. I'm supposed to play it clean… and this is exactly the opposite of playing it clean.

  This is playing it really fucking dirty.

  But then I look at Grace, her head tilted back against the surface of the desk, hair mussed and eyes smudged with mascara. She probably thinks she looks like a train wreck – Grace is nothing if not totally put-together – except she doesn't. I just stand there for a second practically gaping at her because I want to memorize what she looks like right now.

  I want this picture permanently etched in my brain – Grace on her back on the desk, flushed and breathless after Noah and I ravished her.

  Grace's hand goes to her hair and then to her lips, and she breaks eye contact, looking suddenly self-conscious. "I… don't know why I keep doing this," she says, her voice soft.

  I grin, playing it more casual and confident than I really am. "Yeah, you do, sugar. Because for the first time in your life, you're having toe-curling sex and you don't want to stop."

  She lets out a loud exhale. "I don't want to stop, but I think about someone finding out, or –"

  "Less thinking, more fucking," Noah growls. "Can we all agree on that?"

  "I told you that if I got you in bed, I wasn't letting you out for a week," I remind her.

  "Double that time frame, since there's two of us," Noah says, his lips turned up at the corners. "I hope you didn't have plans for two weeks."

  Grace's eyebrows go up. "We have to leave here tomorrow."

  "Well, it's a good thing we're very friendly neighbors."

  30

  Noah

  Later, in my bed, Grace sits naked with her knees pulled protectively up to her chest and her back against the pillows. For a few minutes, Aiden and I sit there on either side of her and none of us say a damn thing.

  It's really fucking awkward. The things we've done with her are some of the filthiest and intimate I've ever done. We've come in her and on her, and now we're all sitting here silent.

  Fuck it. I might be all right with hanging out here at the ranch and stewing silently, but that's when I'm alone, not when I'm with Grace. I slide my arm around her shoulder, pulling her against me, and as she stretches out her legs, Aiden reaches for them.

  I exhale as she settles into me, her legs overlapping Aiden's. That's more like it.

  Then Aiden breaks the silence. "What's that lock on the closet for?"

  Grace giggles.

  "Dead bodies," I say.

  "Oh, God, it's all your yarn, isn't it? All of your knitting bullshit?"

  "Fuck off."

  Grace slaps me lightly on the chest. "You told me it was a big secret, that no one knew about it."

  "I thought no one knew about it," I grumble.

  "I just want to know how you've been knitting stuff for years, and I'm your best friend and I've never even gotten a damn scarf," Aiden complains.

  "I'd like to put in another request for an ugly Christmas sweater," Grace suggests.

  "When you retire, this could be your second career. Knits by Noah Ashby. Ashby Knits. Nah, the name needs more testosterone. Can you do anything other than scarves?"

  "Like knit men's sweaters?" asks Grace.

  "That's not more manly," Aiden protests. "Cock sweaters. Now, that would be more manly."

  I groan. "Cock sweaters?"

  Grace's hand goes to her mouth and she giggles again. "Or little penis hats?"

  "Like Christmas stockings," Aiden says. "For your dick."

  "Both of you are assholes," I growl, but I don't really mean it, especially not when Grace's shoulders are shaking against me as she laughs.

  God, I fucking love her laugh. It sounds so different from the way she is normally, so serious and focused. It feels so damn good to have her in my bed that I want her to stay in bed with us for as long as we can keep her.

  "Socks for cocks?" Grace asks.

  Aiden slaps her leg lightly. "You're a fucking genius. That's brilliant. They'd be like dickwarmers. Dick cozies. I wonder if anyone has a patent on those."

  Grace snorts. "I think it's highly unlikely."

  "You snorted again," I point out, half to change the subject and half because it's adorable. Damn it, I can't believe I'm thinking of anything as adorable. I can't believe I'm thinking the word “adorable”.

  "Did not."

  "Uh, yeah, you did," Aiden concurs.

  "I don't snort when I laugh,"