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already tied up.”
    “Voice of experience, is it?” I retorted. “Well, ladies—and I use that word quite loosely—do with me as you will.” I showed my palms in mock surrender, gasping when a pair of lips found one nipple and silenced me with a gentle tug. Sarah, I judged. Her hair was slightly shorter than Georgia’s, and she’d been on that side of me, although disoriented as I was, I might have missed their swapping places while I thanked my lucky stars for having the life I did. “I still say it’s cruel and unusual punishment not letting me undress you both or even see you,” I began but halted at the swirl of a tongue tip around my navel. “ Fuck .”
    With two women in bed with me, it wasn’t long before I wore nothing but a smile, a blindfold, and a pair of handcuffs.
    “You can operate the quick release easily enough?” Georgia asked.
    “Hold on.” I twisted my wrists and did exactly that, but lay still, awaiting their next move.
    “Good. Just checking,” Georgia said, likely for Sarah’s benefit, and did the cuffs up again. “Now you’re completely at our mercy.”
    “Jesus, what a shitty birthday this is turning out to be.”
    “Don’t make me spank you.”
    “He might enjoy that,” Sarah murmured, laughing. “He looks the type.”
    “What do you mean by that? Just because I’m naked, blindfolded, and cuffed to the bed while two hot women do their—Hey, what—Georgia, what is she doing?”
    The mattress had shifted, and as Sarah had spoken and laughed, the sound had receded just a little.
    Please God, let her be getting naked. I don’t give a damn if I can’t help her with that or see it; just get one of these women naked so I can fuck them in the next ten seconds or I’ll—
    “ Jesus .” I lifted my hips off the bed when a hand—Georgia’s? Yes, Georgia’s—wrapped around the base of my cock and stroked so gently I almost couldn’t feel it. Then the flick of her wrist and…down. “I wish I could touch…”
    “You realize using the quick release constitutes use of the safe word? One click and all of this ends?”
    “Jesus, Georgia, if you carry on doing that, I’m gonna blow in three seconds flat. I won’t be capable of—”
    The mattress adjusted itself—Sarah, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Mind if I join you?”
    “Please do—” I began.
    “You forgot something,” Georgia told her, and I inclined my head as if that would enable me to read what the hell was going on outside that damn blindfold.
    Ah, no need to see . The bedside cabinet drawer slid open. Closed.
    Expert hands rolled the condom on, familiarity making Georgia sure of her actions. Sarah had no doubt performed the same action numerous times, but never on me. Despite what the three of us were about to get up to, the intimacy of such an act would surely make someone new tremble, and the hands on me were sure. Georgia’s.
    Intimacy . I could have laughed. Perhaps would have were I less aroused. You’re about to fuck two women, and you’re concerned with intimacy, Hutton?
    Palms lay flat against my hip bones, and I strained up to meet them, to force my skin against them. They followed my movement rather than opposing it, their touch remaining light. This gentleness hinted at tentativeness, which in turn silently whispered, this, then, is Sarah.
    Loose, long hair trailing over my abs gave a second’s warning, a prologue to soft lips closing over one of my nipples. I opened my mouth to gasp, whimper, say something, plead for more.
    When the mattress again shifted, I turned my head, unthinking. Blind, I followed the sound, soon distracted by Sarah’s lips tightening just enough to cause a frisson of pain. Just enough to make me like it. Georgia had something up her sleeve—probably divesting herself of sleeves and everything else she wore—but Sarah’s mouth, Jesus, it was hard to remember my own name, the way she flicked her tongue over—
    “Oh God.” It seemed like every one of my