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He locks my lips into a soft, sensual kiss that throws me into a vortex of need, moving his fingers gently and circling my clit before filling me up.

I moan silently, arching against him and opening my legs.

“You don’t mind him watching us, yeah?” he asks against my lips, driving two fingers into me, my skirt rolled up my while he’s waiting for an answer.

The thought that he’s asking me that almost makes me come.

I’m so deep in this right now that there are no other options, and Carter is a go.

He can watch us.

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Mason kisses me again,and I fall back, opening the view for Carter.

I’m no longer shifted toward Mason.

I’m leaning back with him twisted toward me, his fingers moving in and out of me, my eyes almost blurry as I’d rather stare at the windows than look anyone in the eye right now.

I feel guilty… and ashamed.

I also feel like a million bucks.

Sex has never been this good.

Sex has never been such an adventure.

I wish I could push back some of these feelings, but they spiral up as my pleasure spikes.

“Good girl,” Mason says, watching my lips part and my chest rock as ragged breaths flow from my mouth.

“I’ll pull your tits out now,” he says.

The only reason he’s talking is to clarify the next steps to all parties involved.His friend included.

I don’t think I have the strength to utter an answer.

Before lowering my neckline, he pushes my skirt up.

The stretchy fabric creases below my navel while I feel like my chest is about to explode.

Just as swiftly, he runs his fingers inside my top and lowers my neckline so he can scoop my boobs out.

“Isn’t she beautiful?” he asks, his voice heavy with lust, his free hand cupping my breasts.

Closing my eyes, I block out my surroundings, eager to experience every bit of this without a trace of guilt.

“She definitely is,” Carter says, his voice a mix of late mornings’ rasp and early evenings’ delectable smoothness. “I was so jealous when I waited for you to finish fucking at the club.”

His words ring sincere, and I almost open my eyes and look at him, but I’m still not ready to face him.

“Can you push your ass up, baby, so I can roll your skirt up.

I do that, perfectly aware that I’m naked for both of them, and just as wet between my legs.

“She surely likes it,” Carter says, a smile coloring his voice.