“You’re already touching me. I should be making you stop.”

“But you don’t want to.” He pressed his forehead to her shoulder. “Give me permission to please you, Bailey. Let me give you what you need.”

This wasn’t happening. It shouldn’t be happening. She read about things like this but she didn’t do them. Only a fictional character could get away with spending a whole night having sex dreams about one man and then let his boyfriend make out with her the very next day.

But how long had it been since someone had asked? Since she’d wanted to say yes this badly?

“Yes.” Did she think it or whisper it out loud? It was the only possible response, even though she knew she’d regret it later.

His grunt sounded like praise as he unbuttoned her jean shorts, immediately delving into her bikini bottoms with a hiss of male satisfaction. “You knew you should say no, but you said yes anyway. I approve. And you’re already wet for me. Or were you thinking of Cam instead? Both of us together? You can tell me. I don’t mind sharing.”

You dreamed of both of them together.

She hadn’t known it at the time, but now she was almost positive Davide was the one Cam had been with in her fantasy. That realization should have been the bucket of cold water she needed to stop this, because how was that possible? But at this point she didn’t think anything could stop it. She needed to be touched. Needed this man to keep touching her.

He smiled against her shoulder as if he heard her thoughts, his fingers exploring, rubbing, caressing her with a skill she’d never experienced.

“I want you to think of both of us,” he admitted softly. “We were thinking of you last night. If you’re good, I’ll tell you just how much you and those Wonder Woman boxers tempted Cam.”

The idea of the two men discussing her while they were together... She rocked her hips between Davide’s fingers and his cock, unable to stop herself. “I’m good. Tell me.”

Davide cupped her sex in his palm and squeezed, making her knees buckle. “Have you really been good, Bailey? After that show you put on for him with your jeans? The way you told him about this Celeste woman to make him jealous?”

She pressed her forehead against the metal rung of the ladder, biting her lip to keep from moaning out loud. Was that why Celeste wasn’t on the roof this morning? “Did he tell you everything? How could he be jealous?” He has you.

“Cam is complicated.” The ragged laughter against her back made her breasts bounce. “We both are. Are you brave enough to find out how complicated?”

Her hand dropped to cover his, adding pressure and silently begging for more. “You don’t feel that complicated to me.”

“Bold Bailey. No, I’m not. Not about this.” Davide groaned into her hair, and one thick finger circled before barely slipping inside her. Teasing her. “But then I’m not in charge of a company and all the people in it. I also refuse to deny myself the way he does.”

“I doubt you let him deny you anything.” She thought about the way they were in her dream last night. How focused Cam was on pleasing him. “He’d do anything for you.”

“Right again.” He sounded surprised. “It doesn’t bother you at all, does it? That I’m with Cam? That we’re together?”

“Why would it? What bothers me is that I was calling you Buffly twenty minutes ago because I didn’t know your name, and now I’m letting you…” She bit her lip as his fingers caught her clit. “What else did he say?”

He swore under his breath. “What are you doing to us, Bailey? Where did you come from? Grip the ladder with both hands now, and don’t scream.”

She obeyed instantly, and just in time—her back arched and her mouth opened in soundless pleasure as his finger thrust fully inside her for the first time. Oh my God.

“Feel how tight you are. How sweet.”

It had been so long. The stretch of his thick finger was almost painful, but if he stopped now she’d kill him.

He whispered another curse and twisted his wrist, picking up his pace. “He fucked me last night, Bailey. Is that what you wanted to hear? Rode me so hard I was begging. We played a game, imagining you were there with us. Each time I spoke your name his cock came back to life, so I did it as often as I could until I couldn’t take it anymore. The last time I teased him, asking if he was planning to share you. What he did to me then…” He shuddered against her. “When it was over, neither one of us could move.”

The visual was so clear in her mind. So graphic. And they’d imagined her watching, just like in her dream. She’d rather be with them than watch them, though. Cam and Davide surrounding her and taking her together.

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