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His friend didn’t seem to catch her joke. Instead, he added, “The way your bra pushes them up like that. I could bury my face between those and live there forever.”

“I wouldn’t mind.” Her voice was husky, flirty, sexy.

Joel couldn’t hold back. He stepped directly behind her and ran the front placket of his jeans across her ass, and then he knelt. He caught the sweet scent of her arousal, his mouth watering for a taste. He ran his tongue along her slit.

She gasped and jerked. “Ohmigod.”

Joel lifted his gaze, catching Oakley’s. His friend was standing stock-still, watching him. While the look was hot, Joel needed to put some space between them. This was pushing them too close together.

Oakley must have read the uncertainty in his face, because he glanced down and ran his hand through Sadie’s dark-red hair. Sadie wasted no time reaching out. She unfastened Oakley’s jeans and tugged out his cock.

Joel forced himself to look away, to focus on Sadie. On making her come. On making tonight so fucking good for her, she’d never want to let them go.

Them.

Him.

Fuck.

This train was going to hit a final station…somewhere down the line. It was inevitable.

Joel forced himself to return to the present.

Enjoy the moment.

He pressed his tongue into her opening, soaking up her groan of desire. Joel pushed in and out, trying to ignore it when Sadie’s cries became muffled. He recognized the sounds. She was sucking Oakley’s dick.

Joel closed his eyes, pressing her clit with his tongue. He felt her go up on her toes as even more arousal gushed from her. She was so wet. So ready to be fucked.

“God, Sadie.” Oakley’s deep, guttural cry was more than Joel could take.

Joel stood, though he kept his eyes averted. He focused on Sadie’s gorgeous ass, the gentle rocking motion of her body on the table as she worked to bring Oakley to climax with her mouth. He unzipped his pants and reached into his back pocket for his wallet. He pulled out his cock and covered it with a condom. Through it all, he was careful not to look up, refusing to watch Sadie suck on Oakley. He was terrified of what—of how—that sight might make him feel.

Joel placed the head of his cock at her opening. All self-restraint abandoned him as he slowly slid inside and she let out a quiet cry of relief. He understood the feeling. She was hot and tight and perfect.

Then he couldn’t resist it any longer. He wanted to see, needed to see, Sadie’s mouth on Oakley.

“Jesus,” he murmured, pressing in to the hilt, his cock growing thicker when Sadie released Oakley’s cock with a pop.

She still held his friend in her hand as she turned to look at Joel over her shoulder. All he could see was Sadie’s pretty, flushed face and Oakley’s hard dick. He couldn’t move, couldn’t take his eyes away from them.

He had no idea what Sadie saw in his face, but he prayed it wasn’t the panic that was currently coursing through him.

There was no way he could do this again. No way.

Everything was getting mixed up in his head. He wanted Sadie. He would always want Sadie.

So why did it feel like he wanted Oakley too?

“Come here,” Sadie whispered.

Joel wanted to say no. Leaning over her would bring him too fucking close. But it didn’t matter. Sadie asked for something and he couldn’t refuse.

He leaned over her body, his elbows resting next to hers as his chest covered her back. He had at least half a foot on her, so the position allowed him to turn his head, to place a soft kiss on her cheek.

She smiled. “Stay there.”

Sadie was pretty good at issuing commands herself. Joel remained motionless, spellbound as she turned her face back to Oakley, her lips parting to take him inside once more.