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Well, Molly said she needed to ask for what she needed. So she had.

Max’s eyes widened, then he smiled. The lines around his eyes deepened. Were there more there than there had been a few weeks ago? Maybe. They just made him look sexier.

“That so?” Max drawled, running his hands down her back and cupping her ass.

She nodded.

“I think our wife has needs we’re not meeting,” Max said to Logan although his gaze never left hers.

She felt Logan move up behind her, not touching her but close enough she could feel the heat of him against her back. He brushed his lips against the spot where her neck and shoulder met.

She shivered, arching back into him.

“We can’t have that,” Logan murmured. “It’s our duty as her husbands to see to all of her needs.”

Max cupped her face once more. “First, we have to make sure she’s done her homework. Did you write your self-affirmation down, love?”

She swallowed heavily as Logan nibbled his way up her neck then blew gently in her ear.

Fuck! She shivered as need swamped her.

Max tucked two fingers under her chin, raising her face up so she was forced to look into his dark gaze. “Savannah, did you do your homework or are you going over my knee before I have you under me?”

Oh, hell. Oh, hell. Part of her was tempted to lie.

“I did it.”

“And what did you write, darlin’?” Logan asked her before he bit down gently on the top of her ear.

“I . . . ah . . . Jesus, Logan, how can I think when you’re doing that to me!”

Max cupped h

er breasts, rubbing his thumbs across the hard nipples that pressed against her top. “What did you write, Savannah?” Max’s voice was pure demand.

“I wrote that I have good graphic design skills.”

Logan brushed his hands down her side. “I liked my idea better.”

“I can’t write that I’m good at giving you a blow job, Logan. Jesus, I can’t tell Molly that!”

Logan stilled. Then he snorted out a laugh. “I didn’t mean that one, darlin’.”

“Oh.” She blushed, and Max grinned at her.

“We wrote some for you as well as ourselves,” Max told her. “I wrote that you’re good at making me laugh. That you make me forget all my worries and stresses.”

Well, those were better than hers.

She turned her head to look at Logan. He kissed the top of her shoulder. “I wrote that you make me want to be a better person.

“Oh. Thank you. Both of you.”

“No need to thank us for telling you the truth.” Max drew her close once more. “Just remember, no matter what happens, you always come first for us. Not matter what we do or how we act, that never changes.”

He was staring at her intently. Almost as though he was trying to tell her something.

“Max, is everything okay?”


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