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Adding the final word certainly didn’t make it sound like less of a command, but Sadie didn’t give a damn. She was into this side of Joel’s personality.

“Jesus, bro,” Oakley muttered. “You gotta scale back on that macho shit. It’s starting to work on me.”

Sadie giggled when she spotted Oakley’s very apparent erection poking through his dress pants. Joel didn’t seem quite as amused.

Oakley Fox was very open about his sexuality—his bi-sexuality. He didn’t discriminate when it came to lovers. Boys or girls, he liked them all the same.

“Oakley.” For the first time since they’d entered her apartment, Joel seemed to waver in his resolve.

Hell no.

She grasped his hand and dragged him to her bedroom before he could reconsider. She still had a lot of champagne flowing through her veins, heating up her girlie bits. She wasn’t finished. Not by a long shot.

When they entered the room, Joel wasted no time taking things to a completely new level. He gripped the bottom of her dress and tugged it over her head in one fell swoop. The dress had a low back, so she’d gone braless. She wasn’t packing enough on top for that to be a problem. She wasn’t exactly-flat chested, but she was no stranger to padded bras either.

Neither man appeared to be disappointed.

“Shit, Sadie,” Oakley murmured reverently. He stepped closer, compelled to run his finger along the edges of the watercolor hummingbird tat that rested over her right breast. “That’s incredible.”

She lifted her shoulder, pleased. Not all the guys she went out with liked her tattoos. “I go to this guy in New Orleans. I figure if it’s going to be there forever, I want it to be perfect. Carper is the best. He’s done all my art.” She turned to show them the hibiscus on her left shoulder. They’d already seen the Celtic knot on her wrist, the fleur de lis on her ankle and the infinity symbol on her foot. Like her apartment, her tats were eclectic. If she saw something she liked, something that spoke to her, she got it.

Later, she’d give them a peek at the butterfly on her ass. Maybe she’d even confess to what it was covering up.

“I’ve always liked this,” Joel lightly touched her belly button ring. Sometimes she wore crop tops just to show off a new ring or whenever she felt like annoying her dad. While he didn’t mind the piercings or the tats, he hated when she wore clothes that were too revealing. Typical father response.

“Had enough of the tour?” she teased once they’d looked their fill.

Oakley laughed, his fingers stroking the side of her silk panties. “Sort of leaving out the best part, aren’t you?”

She gave him a flirty grin. “You think you’re up for the rest?”

He groaned and grabbed her hand, tugging her to the bed. He sat on the edge of the mattress, making it easy for her to straddle his thighs. She crawled on, facing him, kissing him and pressing her pussy against his hard cock, still trapped in his pants.

Oakley gripped her ass tightly, pulling her against him tighter. Neither of them seemed capable of getting enough.

She hadn’t forgotten Joel was in the room, though she’d lost track of him. He remained somewhere behind her. She could feel his gaze on them, watching them. What the hell was he thinking of this?

She’d never considered herself a threesome girl, but she could definitely see the appeal. Like Oakley, she wasn’t fussed with limits much. She’d done some hot-and-heavy making out and fondling with a girl back in high school and really enjoyed it. Sadie was a little too fond of being fucked with real dicks to go there permanently, but that wasn’t to say she would turn down the experience again if it presented itself.

However, Joel was as straight as Oakley was wiggly. Sadie was sort of amazed he was here, taking part in this.

“God,” Oakley groaned. “Gotta fuck you, Sade.”

She reached for the button on his pants, but never made it to her destination. Joel suddenly made his presence known. He grasped both of her wrists and pulled them behind her back, holding them there, his large hands her shackles.

Her pussy clenched hungrily. Oh hell yeah. She may not have fantasized about a ménage, but bondage was another thing entirely. Unfortunately, she’d never dated anyone she trusted enough to tie her up.

Joel tightened his grip, causing her back to arch slightly, her breasts forced farther out. “What’s your hurry?”

Using his hold on her hands, he pulled her off Oakley’s lap. “Pull down the covers, Oak.” Then—much to her dismay—Joel released her hands. Her annoyance was short-lived when he tugged off his tie, unbuttoned his shirt and stripped it off.

Oakley responded to Joel’s demand, but Sadie could see what the dominant side of his friend was doing to him. Poor Oakley was as turned on as she was and fighting like the devil to hide it.

Once the bedspread was lowered, Oakley took off his own tie and shirt, climbed onto the mattress and scooted over to make room for her and Joel. Oakley was waiting for her as she and Joel lay down. He resumed their kiss, his hands caressing every part of her body he could reach, stroking her breasts, her waist, her hips.

Joel claimed the place behind her, his covered cock nudging against her ass. She pushed against it, seeking stimulation, hoping to encourage him to fuck her. Instead, he gripped her hips and rubbed his erection against her harder. She resented the feeling of his light cotton pants. She wanted flesh on flesh. Needed it.

Her head was swimming in a sea of alcohol and arousal. It was one hell of a buzz.