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Tag grins. Normally we hate when girls point this out, but it’s different with Kendall. She’s not acting like it’s some magical title. She says it like it’s something to be proud of.

“Yeah, I’ve been CEO for two years now,” he says. “Before then, I was the president, when our former CEO decided out of the blue to retire. He was only fifty, but he’d made his fortune and wanted to spend time with his wife and grandkids. Now he runs a mini-golf course on Long Island. I knew he couldn’t stop working completely, but that job is a lot lower-stress than being CEO, that’s for sure. Anyway, the board decided I was the right man to take his place, and here I am now.”

“That’s amazing. You seem to be doing a great job. I looked into your business a bit.”

“You checked up on us?”

She blushes.

“Of course, I did. But you don’t learn the personal stuff from internet articles.”

“Very true,” Tag says. “You’re up, Tanner.”

I wipe my face with my napkin.

“To be honest, my story is pretty boring. I was always really good at math. I kept at it, and eventually I got into banking.”

“What exactly do you do as a banker? I’m not sure I get it.”

“Mostly investing. Stock portfolios. That kind of thing. My company also acquires businesses as well.”

“And you’re a CEO too?”

“All three of us are.”

Finally, Trace explains how he started his own tech company instead of taking over someone else’s.

I pick up the tab before Kendall has a chance to try. She’s insisted on paying since she’s our tour guide, but we never let her. It would be rude, and besides, outnumber her.

“Come back to the hotel with us,” I say when we leave the restaurant. Kendall’s eyes sparkle, and she nods.

The walk to the hotel is filled with conversation. Kendall asks us about our families, and we tell her everything she wants to know. She tells us that she grew up with just her dad after her mom walked out, and that they’re still really close. Her dad lives in Florida now, but they text every day, and they have a standing phone call at five on Fridays. They haven’t missed one in the last two years.

I lead the way to the elevator and press the button to our floor. As soon as we’re inside our room, we pounce on Kendall.

She’s receptive to our kisses and touches. In no time, our clothes are on the floor.

“Let’s go to my room,” I rumble. The couch is great, but it’s not the most comfortable place to make love to a woman. Kendall follows me, with Tag and Trace right behind her.

As soon as we reach my bed, I turn and grab Kendall by the hips, tossing her onto my comforter. Unable to help myself, I practically ravage her, kissing my way up her stomach and chest until I reach her delectable pout. Meanwhile, my fingers find her center already dripping wet and ready for me, so I plunge my hard cock deep inside. Watching her eat that burger was foreplay enough.

I thrust into her hard, moving the entire bed. Trace and Tag watch from the side, waiting their turn.

“Yes, fuck me!” Kendall screams. She scratches her nails down my back, trying to pull me in further.

“You’re so damn tight, baby. You feel so good around my pole.”

It doesn’t take long for me to explode inside of her. I kiss her again and pull my softening shaft from her folds. Without hesitation, Tag is on the bed and takes his turn with Kendall. Trace follows right after, pounding her until she’s a limp, sweaty mess.

We all lay in my bed when we’re done, taking turns kissing Kendall as we catch our breath.

It was the perfect ending to a great day and I can’t wait for more.

23

Trace

Ican’t believe we’re leaving on Sunday.