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muscles tensed, forcing out those breathy two words when her body moved over mine. The cuffs clinked against the slats of the headboard, chain tightening. With her hands on my shoulders, she rocked back and forward, holding her pussy against the head of my cock. “Sarah.”
    “Oh.” She giggled. “He remembered my name.” Obviously speaking to Georgia then. Georgia, who’d said nothing for so long I’d lost the sense of where in the room she was. “Maybe I should—”
    “What you should do is let me in so I could—”
    “I don’t think you’re in a position to tell Sarah what she should do, Reece.” Georgia spoke from the far corner of the room. Observing. And undressing too, I prayed.
    “It’s my birthday, is it not?”
    “True.” She was the type of person to cock her head then, make herself look thoughtful. “Well, it’s up to you, Sarah.” And a shrug as well. I’d put money on it. “Make him ask nicely, at least.”
    “Good idea,” Sarah whispered. Something for me. Not showing off. Not playing to the gallery. Not teasing me with a conversation in which I was a bit player. The whisper against my collarbone was just for me. “I think you should at least say—”
    “ Please .” I pushed my hips up against her, and she laughed again, a mere breath.
    The back of her hand trailed down my chest, over my abs, and when she touched my cock, I could have sworn my eyes watered. Christ, I needed this. It wasn’t like it had been an age since I’d gotten laid—Georgia was always ready—but this. This I’d been looking forward to. And I couldn’t have imagined how warm Sarah was when she guided me into her, wet though I’d barely touched her. You’ve been looking forward to this too, haven’t you ? How tight. More so the deeper I went—the deeper she allowed me to go.
    “Oh. Yes .” I didn’t care who saw my smile. I didn’t care if Georgia thought I was getting too cocky about this and decided to punish me. The so-good-it-hurt friction as Sarah rolled her hips without rising off me made all risk of “don’t get above yourself, Reece” punishment worth it.
    Floorboards creaked to my right, and Sarah stopped. I held my breath, praying for her not to move away. Just stay just stay just stay, don’t—
    “Reece.” Georgia sat on the edge of the bed and whispered, close enough for me to feel her words as cool breath on my jaw. “Perhaps the blindfold was a trifle unfair.” Her voice grew distant as she backed away, down the bed. The movement of the mattress reverberated through everyone’s bodies, and Sarah, gripping my hips in both hands, shifted. Tightened a little inside. Her staying exactly where she was reassured me; nothing too untoward was about to happen, but I didn’t have a fucking clue and wanted to see…feel…do something.
    “Yes, Geo, I realize that—”
    “ And ,” she went on, stressing the first word as code for don’t interrupt me again , “it is your birthday after all. So I think…” Her hand slid along the side of my face, pushed the blindfold up and off.
    I blinked against the lamplight a few times before making a stupid, futile attempt to take in and accept the sight of two women. Naked. In my bed. Me, in one of those women. Reece, you lucky bastard. You could die tomorrow and—
    “…it wouldn’t do any harm to let you see Sarah.”
    “Oh yes.” Thick with lust, the words growled out from the back of my throat. “Yes yes yes.”
    “But you still can’t touch her. Either of us.”
    “Well.” I shrugged in a twisted sort of way, lying with my hands above my head. Again the chain clinked against the slats. “Anytime you feel like—holy shit .” My eyes widened when Georgia cupped Sarah’s breast, and the look that passed between them sent my blood pressure rocketing.
    “One one thousand, two one thousand, three one thousand, don’t do this to me, you two.” I stared up at the ceiling. Don’t come, don’t come, don’t come.
    “No?”