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“I was cleaning up so I could take care of Jennifer,” he finally said, moving closer, a white box and a wet washcloth in his hands, “And now I feel like you’re planning something again.”

“I usually am,” Trick said, making Jen laugh.

Declan held out the box to Trick, who pulled out a wipe and picked up Jen’s hands, cleaning them while Declan climbed between her legs and placed the hot washcloth on her sex.

“I feel like I’m at the spa. Do you give facials?” As soon as she said it out loud, she regretted it. Both men laughing only made it worse. “I walked right into that, didn’t I?”

“How are you?” Declan sobered first. “Any second thoughts?”

She frowned, startled. “None. You?”

He started to move the heated cloth against her. Sensual strokes that she felt in her clit. “Only about my lecture tomorrow. I’m not sure I’m going to be able to discuss the all-male harems of the Umayyad Caliphs of Cordoba, or the concubines of the Chinese emperors, without using the two of you in a demonstration.”

Jen dug her fingers into Trick’s arms as Declan continued to stroke her sensitive skin with the washcloth. “Maybe I should take a sick day so I don’t distract you.”

“And ruin your perfect attendance, Miss Finn? Don’t you dare.”

“I think I’m clean now.” She pressed back, away from the touch, not willing to admit she was already turned on again. “Thank you.”

Declan tossed the washcloth on the floor and gripped her thighs firmly. “There’s only one way to be sure.”

He lowered his body to the bed and pressed his face between her legs, inhaling deeply.

“Oh God.”

Declan moaned and traced every inch he could reach with his tongue. He sucked her clit until he heard her gasp, then licked it before circling her entrance. She knew he’d found what he wanted.

“Wet again.” He hummed against her clit and she shivered. “We have that in common, I think. One taste of something we want doesn’t satisfy us—it consumes us. Makes us ravenous for more. And I want more of you, Jennifer. I’ve wanted it again since I had a taste during our last lesson.”

“Wish I’d seen that,” Trick muttered.

“Get ready for an instant replay.” Declan spread her thighs further apart and started to fuck her with his tongue.

“Ah. Oh, Declan. Trick…”

“I’m here. I’ve got you.” Trick held an arm around her chest, cupping her breast with one hand as he watched Declan aggressively take what he wanted. “Jesus, he loves it, Jen. He needs it. Give him more.”

Her body’s response to his command was immediate. The flood of arousal made Declan growl with pleasure, his tongue going deeper and his nose pressing her clit. She was already so sensitive she came after a few minutes, but Declan didn’t stop. Not after the second, stronger climax. Or the third. She was crying as waves of release overlapped and threatened to consume her as his fingers joined his tongue inside her when Trick’s ragged voice drifted over her shoulder. “Declan, give her a minute to catch her breath.”

He lifted Jen away from Trick and, finding two condoms in the nightstand, ripped one open and swiftly rolled it on his lover’s reinvigorated erection. “Declan?” Trick murmured, his cheeks flushed as Declan kissed him.

“I can’t wait anymore.” He protected himself and reached for Jen again. “Jennifer, can you take us? I need to have you. Both of you.”

“Yes,” she said with a throat hoarse from shouting. Her eyelids closed as she shuddered. “That’s what I want.”

There was a deep rumble in his chest as the storm in Declan’s gray eyes intensified. “Straddle him.”

She licked her bottom lip and nodded, “Yes, Professor.” She looked down into Trick’s hungry eyes and swung her leg over his lap. Her palms pressed into his muscled chest and dug her nails in just enough to make him smile. She lowered herself onto him, whimpering when she felt the coarse hair at the base of his cock scrape her bare mound.

“Jesus, Jen,” Trick swore. “I knew. I knew you would feel like this.”

“Lean forward,” Declan growled close behind her. His tone made her clench around a gasping Trick, both of them waiting for his next command.

“Kiss him.” His voice was laced with need. “I have to get inside you. Need to have you both. Now.”

Trick had been training her with the plug and his fingers but there was no comparison once she felt Declan. The blunt head of his cock pushed steadily into her. No hesitation in his movements as he thrust his length deep inside her. So full. God, he was thick and hard and—“Declan.”

“Baby.”

They were both inside her. The feeling was almost too much. Pressed between their heat and strength, filled by both of them. Yes.

Declan reached over her to kiss Trick hungrily. Then he raised back up and slid his hands into her hair, tugging until she tilted her head back. “Mine,” he groaned, taking her mouth as his hips started a rhythm Trick quickly matched. They intertwined their fingers at her hips, both men guiding her. Owning her.


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