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Despite the fact that he’s not inside me, the orgasm is solid and very satisfying, like it was a long time coming. I’m exhilarated and alive.

Wyatt’s hands continue to hold my hips as I recover, and then my self-awareness races back in. I just came while he watched. I took my pleasure without a thought for his. In my mind, I’m covering my face, sliding off his lap, and running out of the room, but I’m too old for behavior like that. I’m embarrassed though, until I let myself look at Wyatt’s face and see that it’s filled with joy and admiration.

He arches a dark brow and licks his lips. “That was hot.”

I can’t imagine seeing myself the way he does, but his words do a pretty good job of cutting through my regret.

Lips press to the back of my neck before Cam whispers in my ear. “So damn hot.”

“I can’t believe I did that,” I tell them.

“Mmm … I’m so glad you did.” Wyatt leans in, about to kiss me, then swerves his head at the last moment. “Almost forgot. No kissing.”

This makes me laugh, dissolving almost all of my self-consciousness.

“Don’t forget. No kissing on the lips,” Cam scolds as he lays a line of kisses up my back. His hands come around to cup my breasts again. “Think you have another one in you?” he asks.

“Another one?”

“I want to make you come.”

“Oh. Um …I’ve never come more than once.”

“Mmm … good,” he says, kissing my shoulder. “You never had teppanyaki or played an escape room before, either. It’s a night of firsts.”

CHAPTER27

CAM

Stella looks at me like she’s not sure if I’m serious.

I arch a brow in response.Challenge accepted.

By the way she got off on Wyatt’s lap, I don't think it’s going to be difficult at all.

I tap her shoulder. “Turn around.” I help her slide backward and stand up, then tug at one of her belt loops. “Okay if I take these off?”

Her eyes go big, and for a moment, I’m afraid I’ve pushed too far. “I’m not trying to have sex with you. It’s too soon for that. I just want to make you feel really good.”

“It’s been a long time since I …” Her words trail off as her eyes flicker toward the floor.

“Then this will be perfect. Nothing you need to do but enjoy yourself.”

“What are you planning to do?” Her question is quiet as a whisper.

I cup her chin so she’ll look at me. “Since I can’t kiss you here—” I brush my thumb over her bottom lip. “I’m going to kiss you here.” I trace a line from her hip toward her center, not quite touching her there … yet.

She’s quiet for a moment, then barely audible when she says, “No one’s ever done that.”

“Oh, Stella.” Maybe she’s inexperienced, or maybe she’s been with selfish dicks. Maybe both things are true. “I’ll make it so good for you. I promise.”

When she nods, I take off her pants, exposing silky pink underwear. “So pretty,” I say, as I kiss each of her soft thighs.

She’s covering the lower part of her stomach with her hand, and I hope it’s just a random thing, but in case it’s not, I kiss her there. “Your curves are so gorgeous. I love how soft your skin is.” I press my lips all along her middle, on her belly, her hips, her thighs. “I’m honored that you’re letting me see your beautiful body.”

My words seem to relax her, but there’s still tension in her legs.

I’ve heard that women can be self-conscious about having men so close to this part of their body. ”You don’t understand how sexy you are, how good you look, how good you smell.”