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Opening my eyes, I look, and he has her pants down, finger-flicking her clit.

Just seeing that sends me over the edge. And Afton swallows it all.

Then he moves to Snow, licking and sucking her clit. She’s writhing and squirming. He enters a finger.

“Shane, put your finger in with mine,” Afton says, staring up at me, desire in his eyes, sex dripping from his voice.

“Oh, fuck,” she moans.

Stepping beside Afton, I run my finger through her wet slit, sliding in next to his. Snow tenses for less than a second, then releases a breathy groan mixed with a sigh of pleasure. Her mouth opens as she drops her head back, thrusting her hips forward.

“How does she feel?”

“Fucking good,” I mutter. “So wet for us.”

He takes Snow’s clit in his mouth and licks as we stroke her inner walls.

“I’m coming,” she whispers, her body vibrating.

Her orgasm grips us like a vise, her muscles squeezing around our fingers, pulsating, drenching our hands, along with his tongue.

“How does she taste?” he asks as he leans in and kisses me.

Oh, fuck.

“That was hot.” London says from the doorway.

We dress quickly.

“You’re not mad?” Snow asks, rushing to adjust herself. She seems worried.

“Nope. I loved watching,” he says before grabbing his mug of coffee and walking out.

I clear my throat. “I think we should get Harvey and get going.”

“Um . . .” Snow starts.

“I’m sure we’ll do that again.” I kiss her, letting her taste herself on my lips.

Afton just smiles.


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