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It puts us at a serious height disadvantage as he leans forward and tweaks my nose. "Sure do. Means you're being unbearably smug."

His tone is teasing, but I don't let it get to me anymore. It's never meant in any harm.

Instead, I lift a brow in a challenge of my own. "Think you can bear me anyway?"

"With pleasure."

With that, he puts his hands on my waist and lifts me up. I squeal happily, but the sound is cut off by the hot press of his mouth to mine. A second later, my spine hits the wall. My breath is punched out of me as he crushes me into the plaster, his big, strong body pressed up against every inch of mine.

Just like that, the lightness of our back and forth is gone. The air between us goes suddenly, shockingly hot. Electric desire shoot up my spine.

He plunges forward, fucking my mouth with his tongue and reaching between us to cup my pussy through my jeans. I moan, throbbing for it.

"Well, hello to you, too," I mumble against his mouth.

"Hi."

I slam my head back against the wall as he moves to attack my throat. Dammit, I'm going to have to wear another scarftomorrow. He's sucking hot bruises all up and down my neck, and who am I kidding? I should just invest in a whole crate of scarves, for how often I walk around covered in love bites from my possessive, sexy, enthusiastic men.

My eyes roll back in my head as he tongues at a particularly sensitive spot. My pussy drips, and my nipples pebble into achingly hard nubs. God, I want it.

Before these guys, I'd only had a handful of sexual partners. I went more than a year after Richard and I broke up.

Now I get fucked daily—sometimes several times a day, sometimes by more than one man at a time, and it's never enough.

Beside me, a throat clears. I flutter my eyes open against the onslaught of pleasure Jax is wringing form my body to find Cayden standing there, looking entirely too pleased with himself. Paying no attention to the fact that his best friend is rubbing me off with the heel of his hand between my thighs, he tilts his head to the side.

"Stuff go okay in town?"

"Yeah." I suppress a groan, bucking into Jax's touch. "Signed—signed all the stuff."

"Good. And the guys got everything they needed?"

"Think so. They're—" My voice cracks as Jax cups my breast through my clothes. "They're bringing it all in now. I think."

"Roger that," comes Adam's voice from the doorway.

"Fucking hell, Jax, we need to get you fixed?" Deandre asks. "Hump every damn thing in sight, I swear."

"Nah," Jax says, panting. "Just this one."

Another shiver of need hums through me. I've made my peace with the fact that them treating me like an object when they're fucking me turns me on—just like they've learned where the line is and how not to cross it when we're not in the middle of epic sexy-times.

Which I can say we definitely are right now.

"Can't say I blame you there," Deandre says, much closer than he was a minute before.

I turn my head to the side to find him right there. I reach out, curling my fingers in the fabric of his shirt and hauling him in. He kisses me, as deep and heavy as he did in the car, but with the potential for it to really go somewhere this time.

He must taste my desperation on my tongue. He separates from my lips for a moment to check in with me. "You in a mood, baby girl?"

"Yeah." I nod. I don't have any shame around him—or any of them, really. Not anymore. "Want it bad."

"From who?"

I glance around. Adam and Sergio are here now, too, and my pussy clenches, soaked and achy. A fire burns within. "All of you." I snap my gaze back to Deandre. Hunger fills his eyes, and I swallow hard. Oh, yeah, this is happening. "That okay, Daddy?"

"You asking your daddy for permission to get fucked by all his friends?"