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around the room, as restless as Tucker had ever seen him.
    “Kiss her,” Christian whispered from his left.
    Claire turned her head to take in Christian. Something warm lived in her eyes for Tucker’s best friend. Tucker had seen it before in women—she’d been exposed in brand new ways, and therefore had gained a connection with Christian.
    Easing his fingers down her side, Tucker leaned in and kissed her. She parted her lips instantly, and he drove his tongue deep. Chasing her warm, wet tongue around her mouth, he lost himself to the sensations in his body—heaviness of want and the puddle that was his heart.
    Claire rocked upward, her hips perfectly cradling his. He ground his erection into the V of her legs. Grasping her upper thigh, he bunched the cloth of her uniform dress, drawing it up to expose more of her legs.
    Inching higher and higher, he then slipped his fingers between their bodies and found the wet lace covering her pussy. Christian groaned at the same moment she did.
    Tucker’s grin spread over Claire’s lips. She hitched her legs up to provide better access.
    “Christ, I can smell her need.” Christian raked his fingers through his hair. He paced toward the bed and leaned against the side, watching.
    Tucker pushed back onto his knees and pressed Claire’s thighs upward to expose her juicy center. A choked noise sounded in Christian’s throat.
    “Have you touched her yet, Chris?”
    Claire shook her head and Christian followed.
    Tucker swung his gaze to Claire’s. Dark, glittering pools of want met his. “Will you let Christian learn you as I have?”
    “Yes,” she said breathlessly. A pink flush stole over her cheeks.
    Tucker’s smile widened. With quick flicks, he popped the buttons of her dress, exposing the flesh beneath bit by bit. The sweet curves of her breasts swelled from her lacy bra cups.
    Using one finger, he traced the top of one then the other. She arched her back off the bed.
    “Peel this dress off her, Christian.”
    With jerky movements, Christian eased the fabric from her shoulders. Scooping his hands under her, he pressed the dress down her spine until Tucker was able to strip it over her hips.
    Claire’s belly dipped with her harsh breathing. Tucker zeroed in on the tiny depression of her navel, just big enough to fit the tip of his pinky. Or his tongue.
    He dove for it. She gasped, coming off the bed. But he and Christian restrained her. While Tucker circled her belly button with his tongue, dragging over it with deliberate slowness, Christian stroked her breasts.
    Licking a path downward, Tucker reached her hot, wet pussy. The mound rose up like a tender peach, the folds barely concealed by damp lace. He snagged the elastic with his finger and roughly yanked her panties down. She pointed her toes as he pulled them off, writhing beneath Christian’s nimble fingers.
    Dark heat consumed Tucker’s insides. His cock battered the front of his jeans, demanding exit. But he wanted to hold on a bit longer and give Claire the full threesome experience. Somehow, this encounter meant so much more than the others, and he wanted it to be perfect.
    Christian twisted her nipples, learning how hard she could take it. When he pinched too hard, she cried out, and he backed off, strumming the buds like a lover stroked the strings of a beloved instrument.
    Claire raked her fingers over Tucker’s shoulders when he covered her pussy in one big, open-mouthed kiss.
    The salty-sweet flavors burst on his tongue. A groan tore from him as he lapped at the juices he’d made her spill. Before the night was over, he planned to make her wetter, hotter. When she left his bed, she’d never forget him or Christian.
    Claire lifted a hand from Tucker’s shoulder, and Christian caught it, holding it prisoner.
    The first contact of souls.
    A rush of desire made Tucker speed his tongue action. He dipped the tip into her channel and flicked as far as he could reach. Then with short, upward licks, he