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fingers tightened on his shoulders then slowly, so, so slowly, she lowered herself down his length.
    He closed his eyes, glorying in the heat of her tight cunt gloving him. So wet. So fiery hot. Neither of them moved for a moment, save for the quivering muscles in her channel as it hugged him.
    She was the perfect woman for them—a little shy but a little shocking; sweet but naughty. She was a diametrical contradiction. She’d keep them on their toes, that’s for sure—if he could convince her to stay with them. Patrick seemed content for a weekend. Sim wasn’t.
    He knew he could fuck her forever. His breath stalled as she moved over him. Sweet heaven on earth! He wouldn’t survive her. He tipped his head onto the bench behind him and closed his eyes as he focused all his attention on her cunt enveloping his cock. The friction as they moved together. The need boiling in his balls…
    His hands flexed on her waist, holding her still, he shoved upward into her.
    “Yes!” she gasped as his pubis ground against her clit. Leaning forward, she kissed him. His tongue thrust against hers, claiming her mouth as his cock claimed her body. Already sweat bloomed across their skin as their exertions mixed with the sultry heat of the sauna. She felt so perfect undulating against him, her belly muscles flexing with her movements and her breasts crushed to his chest.
    She whimpered into his mouth, and he knew Patrick had joined them. The backs of Patrick’s hand brushed Sim’s chest as Patrick worked his hands between them and kneaded her pert mounds. Was he purposely grazing Sim’s nipples?
    Pulling from his mouth, Verity tipped her head back against Patrick. She moaned as he tugged at her nipples. Sim wanted to moan, too. As he opened his eyes, the sight of his two lovers was breathtaking.
    Verity arched into Patrick’s hands, responding audibly to his attention to the rosy peaks. Each tug caused a resultant clamp around Sim’s cock. Sim hazarded a glance into Patrick’s stormy eyes. He knew. The man knew what he was doing, how he was causing her to clench on Sim.
    Sim pretended as if he didn’t know—damn, Verity felt so good around him. So tight. So wet.
    His hands slid from her hips to her ass, adjusting her angle and digging into her feminine cheeks. He spread her, exposing the tiny opening there. It was the only way he’d felt Patrick’s cock and women loved it.
    Abandoning, one of her breasts, Patrick reached for Verity’s ass. Sim supposed from her hoarse cry that Patrick was caressing her there. Verity rode Sim harder, clenching, milking his cock as sensations assailed her. His climax loomed, and he fought it, wanting to last and wanting more of the delicious torment the pair unwittingly dealt him.
    Still, with a howl, he emptied inside Verity. He reached for her, kissing this blessed woman harshly and claiming her. She was the link. She was special, and he vowed to treat her as such from this moment on. He didn’t want to end this, no matter what Patrick decided.
    Verity melted against him, and Sim cradled her tightly against his sweat-drenched chest. They were all perspiring.
    “Too hot,” he muttered, feeling a little as if tiny ants were crawling all over him and not wanting any of them to pass out from the sauna. Post-release, Verity seemed positively limp. Her dark hair clung to her flushed face, where moisture beaded on her upper lip and forehead.
    Patrick swept her damp bangs from her forehead and kissed her temple. “Want to go on the porch to cool off?”
    Verity nodded. “Not too much,” she murmured. “I want you, too. I want the whole thing. The whole ménage experience. Both of you touching me at once. All weekend.”
    “You’ll get it,” he promised.
    Sim caught Patrick’s gaze over her shoulder. “Definitely.”
    If it was the only way to be close to Patrick, he’d take it.
     
    Patrick lifted Verity from Sim’s impressive, semi-erect cock. Hiking her against his chest, he carried her