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With Dayne’s gaze no longer locked with his, Heath blew out a ragged breath and risked another glance over his shoulder at the woman leaning against the sawhorse.

Color flooded Cara’s cheeks as she focused on them. He doubted it was from embarrassment this time. Her rock-hard nipples and her ragged breathing were evidence of just the opposite.

No, this was turning her on.

Seeing her reaction made him even more determined tomake time for her this week. Whether Dayne was a part of it or not.

Dayne squeezing and tugging Heath’s balls brought his attention back to him. But he was quickly distracted by a hand sliding along his exposed ass and slipping between his cheeks.

Was he...

He was.

Dayne began to tease and stroke his hole, encouraging him to relax. However, what his lips and tongue were doing made complete relaxation impossible. Not if he didn’t want to shoot his load down the man’s throat in the next thirty seconds.

One finger wedged its way inside. Then another.

Make that about ten seconds.

Without lube, two fingers were about his limit. Luckily, Dayne didn’t try to push it any further. Instead, he used those long digits to find his prostate and stroke it.

“Oh,fuuuuck,” escaped from Heath. “That’s it. Like that. Damn.”

Again, no surprise this man knew what he was doing. He owned a damn sex resort,for fuck’s sake. He probably hooked up with all kinds of people and did all kinds of things.

But the triple threat of Dayne tugging on his balls, stimulating his prostate, and sucking him like a?—

He didn’t even get to finish his thought before bracing for his own orgasm. “I’m going to?—”

Yep, he was toast. He couldn’t even finish the warning.

With a groan and Heath’s fingers gripping Dayne’s hair hard enough to pull his scalp, he shoved his hips forward and came.

Since Dayne had to have recognized the signs, him not pulling free in time had to be done on purpose. LettingHeath come down his throat was hot as hell. At least for him. He wondered about Cara’s opinion on what she just witnessed. Hopefully, it turned her on.

As soon as Dayne released Heath’s cock, he wiped the back of his wrist over his lips and sat back on his heels. A second later, his Cheshire cat smile was blinding.

Heath was starting to believe the resort’s CFO had an arrogant streak.

With an offered hand, Heath helped haul Dayne back to his feet and mumbled, “Thanks,” as he yanked up his jeans and secured them.

Dayne acknowledged him with a tip of his head, but looked past him to Cara. “Did that turn you on?”

Heath glanced over because he was also very interested in her answer.

With her bottom lip pressed between her teeth, she nodded. “I wasn’t sure if it would, but…” She blew out a breath between pursed lips. “I was not expecting how it would affect me.”

Heath asked, “Do you want us to help you with that?”

“You don’t have to go out of your way to?—”

“You’re not the only one suffering right now,” Heath told her.

Her green eyes flicked to Dayne, then down to the erection straining against his jeans.

“I don’t want to be the selfish one here,” Heath told her, then smiled. “I’m willing to give back.”

“How?” she asked. “Are you going to give Dayne head next?”