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Holy. Fucking. Shit.
That had been intense. The most powerful connection I’d ever felt with a woman. And we’d done it on the old couch in the back of the shop. Watching Sam have her pussy opened up for the first time, and knowing it was me who was doing it, was something I’d never forget. The way her eyes widened in surprise. The way she’d bit her lip in concentration and focus. And when she lost that focus and basic instinct took over.
She was… incredible.
When I’d sat in that uncomfortable desk chair and watched Mac have her, too, to see her get pleasure not just from me but my best friend as well… fuck me.
I was so damn pleased. Thrilled. This was what some guys had spoken of. How it was different, better, with the right woman. Mark wouldn’t understand, but I didn’t give a fuck.
It was everything.
And I wanted more. Again.
Mac lifted himself off Sam and went to dispose of the condom. She didn’t move, sated and clearly content naked and unaware of the picture she made. Her legs were parted, her pussy was visible. The hair there was groomed and pale, the pink lips swollen and flushed. I could see how wet she was.
My cock was hard again, eager for more. Once wasn’t going to be enough. Not today, not in this hour.
“Time to fuck in a bed,” I said.
“Your apartment,” Mac added. “I want to see all those toys you talked about.”
Her eyes popped open, and she sat up so fast I thought she’d topple over from a head rush.
“No,” she said quickly. While she was gorgeous naked, her tits all perfect and right there for more play—fuck, I could play with them for hours and never get bored—she was back to the prickly, hyperfocused Sam.
“We want to see the competition,” I joked.
She shook her head, pushed her glasses up and bent down to grab her panties.
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Using my heels, I moved the chair across the concrete floor to get in front of her. “What’s up, Sam?”
She looked to me, lifted her leg and stepped into her panties. “Nothing.”
Mac laughed. “There is no nothing with you. There’s always something. Spill it.”
She shook her head, attempted to put her other foot through her panties and almost fell over. I set my hand on her arm.
“Sam,” I said, drawing out her name.
She tugged up her panties, which was a shame, then stilled.
“Why don’t you want us at your apartment?”
“I… I—”
I tugged her onto my lap, wrapped my arms around her. Fuck, she felt so good, her skin so soft and perfect. I wished I could keep her bare all the time. “You’re going to tell us. Now.”
I wasn’t letting her up until she did. Her entire demeanor had changed, as if a switch had been flipped.
She took a deep breath, which pushed her tits into my forearm.
“I don’t want to go there. Someone was in my apartment.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” Mac asked, running a hand through his hair. He moved to the couch, dropped onto it.