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“I want you to remove each other’s clothes. Put on a show for me.” Even though his voice sounds unaffected, I know he is.

I see the way his eyes darken with passion as he watches us, and how he balls his hands into fists to prevent him from touching us. He’s holding onto his control—barely.

I’m pulled away from staring at Miles when Indie’s soft hands press against my hips, dragging me closer to her. When my gaze meets hers, I’m not surprised to see she looks almost drunk with passion, staring at me intently, as she slides her hand underneath my T-shirt, her nails grazing over my heated flesh.

Before I know it, I’m lifting my arms in the air so she can pull off my T-shirt. She lets out a content sigh when she places her hands on my chest, dragging her fingers over the hard ridges of my abs as she sways her hips to the sound of a silent song only she can hear.

I’m aware I’m supposed to be removing her clothes too, but I’m so caught up in the moment, letting this gorgeous woman do whatever she wants to me, I daren’t move in case it bursts our perfect bubble.

Swinging her hips, Indie circles my body, trailing her fingers over every inch of exposed skin, lighting me on fire with her featherlight touch.

When she reaches my back, her hands cup my arse, making me jolt unexpectedly when she squeezes, a laugh slipping from her lips at my surprise. When she makes it back around to my front, there’s a mischievous smile on her face, and I watch in anticipation as she rests a hand on my shoulder, while the other travels down my body.

I shiver as a ripple of excitement shoots down my spine when her fingers reach the waistband of my sweatpants. She then glides her hand around the inside, slipping it low enough on my hips that the top of my boxers become visible. Once she gets them over my hips, the sweats fall to the floor, collecting around my ankles.

I step out of my sweatpants and kick them to the side, and when I lift my gaze back to Indie, she’s staring at the tent in my tight black boxers, her eyes alight with anticipation. She reaches out to touch me, but this time I have enough control to pull back.

Instead, I grab hold of her wrist and spin her around, pulling her until her back is against my chest, my boxer-covered cock pressing against her stupidly short shorts.

“It’s time we even the playing field a little, Baby,” I whisper in her ear as she lets her head drop back, until it’s resting on my shoulder.

She arches her back, pressing her fucking gorgeous arse into my erection, goading me without even saying a word. A chuckle from in front of us reminds us we’re not the only ones in the room, and I can’t help looking smug when I see Miles watching us, enjoying the way Indie is challenging me.

I keep one hand on her stomach to hold her in place, whilst I reach up with my other and start palming her breasts through the thin cotton that’s barely covering her. As I run my thumb over her hard nipples, Indie lets out a soft whimper, her eyes fluttering closed as she arches into my hand.

“Such a needy little slut,” Miles groans, saying the words I’d been thinking.

Indie doesn’t acknowledge him, she just continues to rock against me, letting out soft moans when I touch her in just the right way.

Her whimpers become high-pitched and needy when I remove my hand from her nipple. I move quickly, grabbing hold of the hem of her vest before pulling it over her head, discarding it with the rest of our clothes.

Her tits are fucking perfect, and I wrap my hand around one, squeezing as I rub my thumb over her peaked nipple, drawing a delicious mewl from her lips. I make sure to swap between them, enhancing their sensitivity with each touch.

My hand around her waist glides lower at a maddeningly slow pace, and I lift my gaze to meet Miles’. He’s watching us intently, his own hand resting over the top of his tented sweats,no doubt squeezing every so often to ease some of the pulsing pressure that must be building in him.

Miles’ heated gaze spurs me on, and I drop my fingers beneath the waistband of her sleep shorts, inching closer to her core. My finger easily slides through her slit, and I have to bite my lip to stop any noise from slipping out when I feel how wet Indie is.

“Take them off, Pretty Boy. I want to see,” Miles states firmly, his gaze fixed on where my hand meets Indie’s pussy.

Before I can remove my hand, Indie grabs her waistband and pushes the shorts down as she wiggles her hips, helping the fabric over her curves, until they fall to the floor.

The way she moves her hips forces my fingers to slide further into her slit, rubbing gently against her clit as she stands back up straight, a guttural moan ripping from her throat.

“So fucking beautiful,” Miles says, his eyes darkening with lust as he stares at us.

“She’s dripping wet,” I tell him, lifting my soaked fingers from her pussy so he can see just how much she wants this.

Miles moans as he rolls his head backwards to rest on the back of the sofa. “Such an eager little slut, aren’t you, Gorgeous Girl?”

Indie nods her head quickly. “Yes, Sir. I’m a needy slut, just for you.”

Fuck!My cock twitches so much, I almost come from how fucking hot that sounded. Miles’ smirk grows, letting Indie see he’s pleased with her response.

Miles’ normally bright-blue eyes, that are now almost black, meet mine, and I hold his gaze despite the intensity. Even though he’s staring at me, his words are directed at Indie.

“I wonder if Jacob is a needy little slut, too. What do you think, Dee?”

His smirk grows as his eyebrows raise in challenge, and before I’ve even registered what he was asking, Indie reaches back and slides my boxers down over my hips, letting them fall to the floor. She then wraps her small hand around the base of my now very hard cock, squeezing tightly despite her fingers not quite being able to meet, thanks to my girth.