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arousal. He opened his mouth on a silent cry and arched his back as Adam pulled him on to his dick.
    Joined, they were so much more than two men locked together. Sinews and muscles pulled and danced. Breaths became gasps, then cries of fury. They didn’t scratch at one another. They tore like demons. Bucked and cleaved. Strained and claimed.
    And Becca… Becca held on to her sanity by a thread. Her fingers furiously mashed her clit until she was seeing angels. Coming wasn’t quiet. She let out one strangled gasp after another. They’d heard her, both of them. Two heads turned towards the wardrobe, waiting for her to appear while they kept on fucking. She guessed the fact that they didn’t immediately leap apart told her what she’d suspected from the start—that they’d known that she was there. This had been a performance.
    Performance or otherwise, they rode it right to the end, until they were wrung out and damp with sweat and semen. Elliot lay with his seed in a puddle upon his stomach, having come with Adam’s fist wrapped around his cock.

Chapter Four
     
     
     
    Becca sagged into the corner of the wardrobe, limbs no longer strong enough to hold her. She didn’t see them disentangle, only heard their groans. It was Adam who opened the door. He hunched down right in front of her. “Becca,” he held out a hand.
    She offered hers on instinct, only to try to jerk it back before he took it. Her fingers were still shiny with her dew and tainted with the pungent smell of her arousal. His had been all over her lover’s arse.
    Adam caught her by the wrist and sucked those two fingers deep into his mouth. “Was it everything you wanted?” He asked when he released her.
    Becca shot a wary glance over to Elliot on the bed. He was sprawled widthways across it, his chin resting on his palms, his elbows propped against the very edge. “Don’t bait her, Adam. She’s never asked me for anything like this before. Give her some time to adjust.”
    “I’m not baiting anyone, just enquiring if it was enough.” He looked down at her. His lips were plump from kissing and he smiled with a warmth that came from his eyes. “Did I do myself proud? I’d hate to think I disappointed you when you were so kind as to loan me my old playmate.”
    “Were you lovers?” she asked. She suspected Adam’s response would be a lot more straightforward than Elliot’s.
    He shrugged. “What does that mean?”
    “In a relationship?”
    He shrugged again, which drew attention to how broad and solid his shoulders were and how wrong she’d been about straightforward answers. “We fucked. It passed time. It made us happy. We didn’t date. Is that what you wanted to know?”
    Becca gave him an abrupt nod.
    He offered her a hand to help her up out of the wardrobe. This time she accepted more graciously.
    The ironing board wedged in beside the mini safe rattled as she stood. Only once she was standing, and he had her hand pressed to his lips as though giving her some sort of salute, did she realise he’d not finished playing with her yet. “Do you want to fuck, Mrs Caine?” Just like that, as if he could smell her continued arousal and that she wasn’t satisfied yet.
    Becca’s free hand immediately came to her waist, where the buttons of her fly were still undone. “Who? You?” she blurted.
    Adam laughed in a way that made a purr of his mirth. “If you like.” His brows twitched upwards into a suggestive arch. “Though I was actually thinking you might want some time with your husband.” He grinned. “I’m not knocking it if you don’t want me to slope off. I don’t mind watching or climbing up there so you can have us both.”
    “Bec, he’s being mean. Don’t toy with her, Adam.”
    “Who’s toying?”
    She could barely make sense of their words. This was meant to be about her watching them. It wasn’t supposed to become anything more involving. Leastways, it wasn’t supposed to involve her, but, with six foot of