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pushed his cock in shallow thrusts. She was full, completely full and more.
With her hands clutched around Joe’s head, her mouth met his in between gasped breaths. It felt so thoroughly debauched, and yet it was what she wanted, complete fullness, right in to the depths of her soul, and each movement the men made sent shock waves through her whole body, leaving it shuddering and weak.
Her body went completely limp, and she was carried by each wave of sensation. Her hair was damp against her neck and Joe leaned into her throat, kissing the salt from her skin. Then Joe was panting loudly, his eyes glazed and his head stretched back, neck muscles corded as he let loose. She began to come, her mouth opening to unleash her cry of joy as she spasmed. Warren clung to her back, his cock jerking as he came.
For several long moments the room seemed to spin, and then she felt Warren withdraw and ease her upright, so that she could finally unfurl and stretch out between them. “Oh, dear,” she gasped, eventually, when she collapsed onto the bed. “I think I’ve lost contact with my legs.”
“That good, huh?” Warren said, chuckling as he rolled her onto the bed beside him. His expression was filled with possessive affection, and maybe even a little awe.
“You won’t be laughing when you have to carry me to the bathroom.”
Languorous, satiated, every part of her alive. She kissed his palm, and when Joe went to the bathroom, she kissed Warren’s mouth, long and hard, searchingly.
“You’re so sexy,” he whispered, his voice hoarse.
Am I? she wondered. The erotic pleasures of the evening still swamped her senses and yet she watched him with curiosity. There was a small doubt deep inside her that could snowball—if she let it. Warren. Could she really live up to him? If he was a sexual adventurer, a true connoisseur of kink, would he be satisfied with an ongoing relationship with her, or would he move on? Did she have to guard her emotions here?
Weaving her fingers through his hair, she savored the feeling of it, and then ran her fingertips along the edge of his stark jaw, her thumb coming to rest on his soul patch. That thing inside her tightened deeper still and she wished it away, wanting only to savor this night, and not meet the doubts that came her way.
    Chapter Five
     
     
    When Warren awoke he heard the shower running, and the slightly off-key sound of Joe singing. Joe always sang in the shower, and it helped Warren place the occasion. He was in Norfolk, and that meant Anya was here.
He opened his eyes and found that she was already awake and watching him. She was right up against him, one arm around his neck, studying him. Joe had gone from behind her on the bed, where he had slept after they had chatted some and laughed about the nature of dangerous, forbidden sex, and drank more wine. Warren had barely been able to keep his eyes open, and he could tell that Joe was struggling, too, but Anya had needed to chat a while, to level them off.
Now it was the morning after.
When Anya smiled, Warren felt something give inside him. It was like a sense of relief. He had to face up to it—he was relieved to find her here in his arms, and that meant that he had got it bad. That wasn’t supposed to happen. In fact, this was supposed to fend it off.
“What time is it?”
“Six. Joe said he has to be back in London before noon.”
“Ah, yes.”
Anya watched him with a curious, almost objective look in her eyes. That made him uneasy. The singing stopped and a moment later Joe wandered into the bedroom, a too-small towel tied around his hips.
“You’re flashing,” Warren commented.
Joe grinned and shrugged. “Nothing you haven’t seen already, right.” He dropped the towel and reached for his clothing.
Warren sidled a look at Anya. She watched Joe pull gear out of his overnight bag and dress, a lazily naughty look in her eyes. Sensing his attention, she met Warren’s gaze and lifted one eyebrow.
“Hey, if you two ever want to do this again,” Joe