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“Seriously, Chy.” Aaron’s hand fell to her shoulder and he gave it a squeeze. “I’d just wait it out.”

“Be your normal charming self.” Chandler tipped her a wink. “Oh, but also, try to keep from getting the other girls in trouble in the meantime. That’ll probably help.”

Her mouth fell open. “I do not—”

But when both men broke into laughter, her own mouth twisted into a reluctant smile.

“Okay, fine.”

“Well, it’s almost dinnertime,” Chandler pointed out, gazing out at the landscape. “What should we do until then?”

“Um…” Chyanne’s cheeks suddenly flushed pink. “Do you think… maybe…”

“What is it?” he asked.

“I was just thinking…” She gazed at the ceiling as she said, “Maybe we could get this butt plug out?”

Both of them burst out laughing again, and though she tried to pretend she was miffed, in the end she couldn’t resist joining in too.

“C’mon! It’s really starting to hurt!”

“Okay.” Chandler was the first to answer and he gently caressed the seat of her jeans. “We can do that.”

Grinning up at him, Chyanne’s smile turned mischievous. “Race you!” she announced, right before she took off. It was only moments before Chandler and Aaron joined in swift pursuit.

* * *

Aaron

Chyanne was still asleep, her face transformed while she slumbered.

Aaron had never been the sentimental kind, but damn, he loved being with her, even when being with her meant watching her while she slept. He was on her left, and since the room she’d been assigned had a king-size bed, it was more than enough for all three of them.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Chandler sit up.

It seemed like Chyanne was the only one still sleeping. Then again, she’d had a pretty long day yesterday, and not only that, but both men were used to rising early. Aaron usually woke early enough to hit the weights and have time to take a shower before he received his assignment for the day.

This morning, however, it was a different kind of workout that he was craving.

If he was reading Chandler’s expression correctly, he was thinking the same thing.

To test his theory—as well as satisfy his own appetite—he began to tug Chyanne’s cami up. She was stunning. He’d noted it a dozen times at least, but just the sight of her perfect, creamy skin was enough to get his engines raring. He lowered his mouth to taste her and as his tongue swiped across her soft skin, he felt his balls tighten. But that wasn’t enough—not by a long shot.

He tugged her top up further, dimly aware of Chandler kissing her side. But he quickly put those observations out of his mind. He didn’t care about anything in this moment other than Chyanne, and making her feel good.

Every female body he’d ever had the pleasure of touching was beautiful and unique in its own way. But only Chyanne’s had the power to make his heart pound faster just by looking at it. It made him want her even more, made him want to delve inside her every delicious, inviting hole, as though if he could discover the secret of her beauty, of her power, then he’d be cured.

But as his lips grazed up her abdomen, he wondered if he even wanted to be cured.

She moaned, and the breathy little sound shot straight to his cock.

In fact, by the time he’d licked and kissed his way up to her breast—he took his time licking and suckling every delicious bare inch before getting to her pebbled nipple—she was gasping and writhing so much he was pretty sure she was awake.

Or having one hell of a dream! He grinned to himself as he suckled and grazed her hardened nipple with his teeth.

Do girls have wet dreams? Hmm, speaking of wet…

While his mouth pleasured her breast, his fingers slid down and spread her thighs. Yep, she was wet all right. So much so that all it took was that small movement from her for him to smell it.