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Another kiss silenced anything I wanted to say and he rocked his hardness into me.

I was too sensitive for this. It’d been too long since I’d been touched. Too long since I’d come. If he didn’t stop, I was going to fall apart in this kitchen.

Strong arms snaked around my middle, abandoning my hips for a tighter hold on me. And again, Sincere ground against me, stimulating my clit through my shorts with the pressure of his thick dick.

Oh, fuck.

“Sincere, you’re gonna make me come. I can’t…”

“Why can’t you?” He asked, voice hoarse and full of wanting. “Why can’t you come for me, Goldy?”

“I don’t know,” I whimpered as his tongue left my mouth and trailed against my neck, leaving hot kisses against my throat.

He pushed against my sex, the rhythm of his movements doing exactly what I needed. I couldn’t see his dick, but I knew it was fucking perfect if it could make me feel like this through layers of clothes.

Sincere’s pace increased, pressing his erection into me over and over. Until my legs began to shake and I threw my head back as tremors began to ripple through me.

My clit pulsed and arousal leaked out of me to the point that I knew my shorts would have a wet spot. And yet…I didn’t care. I wanted this. I wanted this so bad my voice broke on a scream when my orgasm finally hit me and sent me into a shaking, stammering, panting mess of limbs.

I fell apart while Sincere held me in place against the counter, not caring to keep my voice down while sensations robbed me of my ability to do anything but come…and come…and come.

Sincere’s hips didn’t stop moving. He kept grinding against me through my orgasm and that made my second one hit me without warning.

My walls clamped around absolutely nothing, desperate for the fullness his hard length promised. When I finally calmed down, all I wanted was his mouth back on me, and he obliged me when I lifted my head, letting our tongues lazily move against each other.

His kiss was different now.

More urgent.

More possessive.

He was perfect. I wanted to tell him that, but then I’d have to break the kiss.

So many thoughts filtered through my head and the most dominant one was how much I wanted to tell him I accepted his offer. I would be theirs for the summer if it meant I got to experience even a fraction of that again.And he hadn’t even been inside of me.

Still dizzy from the aftershocks of my back-to-back orgasms, I gasped when Sincere sat me back on the barstool and took a step back.

“Fuck, I need to make you come every day if this is what you look like after.” He kissed my temple and shook his head. “Let me make you breakfast.”

It would have been soeasy to get wrapped up in Sincere and Enzo after breakfast, but I had to force myself away. I needed to think about what they asked me and I needed to do it away from their distracting energy.

Especially when Lorenzo came downstairs shortly after Sincere started cooking with a sinful smirk on his face. Like he knew what happened before his arrival. After he hugged Sincere from behind and dropped a kiss on his shoulder, he walked over to me, kissed the corner of my mouth and said, “Good morning, Goldy” in a throaty voice still thick with sleep. That had been enough to make me want to hop up on that counter and go for round two. This time with Sincere watching as his husband made me come. Would that turn him on? Would he watch if he knew it turnedmeon?

What would it be like to be shared by two men?

I’d read enough romance books and Reddit posts not to be scandalized by the idea, but reading it and living it were two different things.

Just the thought made heat pool at my center and I was thankful I’d put on panties today. I usually went commando unless I was on my period, but something about the way todaystarted told me I needed an extra barrier between me and my favorite sundress.

Shivers skittered over my skin and palpitations had me clutching my chest.

I needed to remember I was in public and anybody could walk by and see me squirming right now. Mortified by the idea alone, I fanned my face and stared out of the window at my van in the parking lot.

If you agree to this, I’d feel better if you lived with us.

Sincere wanted me to move in with them. And Lorenzo hadn’t objected.

Could I move in with a house full of men for ninety days?