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intensified that deep ache of impending release, but not yet. Not until he came.
    And that wasn’t far off. Watching him this way, I could barely breathe. His moans and tremors and the way he swore in between whispering my name, and the way the cords stood out on his neck and his lips pulled into a grimace that was somewhere between pain and pleasure, it all conspired to drive me absolutely insane. Nothing in the world turned me on like watching Isaac fall apart, especially when his breath caught like that and his whole body tensed like that, and…God, he was the hottest man I’d ever fucking seen.
    He cursed. His eyes flew open. One shudder, two, three, and when that first jet of semen to hit his abs, I went right over the edge. I kept going, kept fucking him, kept driving myself into him until it all became too much. Then I slumped over him, my arms shaking beneath me as we both came down.
    I kissed the side of his neck and whispered, “I love you.”
    “I love you too.” Isaac kissed my shoulder. “I think we just negated that shower you took, though.”
    I laughed and pushed myself up so I could see him. “Just means I’ll have to take another one.” Winking, I added, “Maybe with some company this time.”
    He smiled. “Like I’d turn down that invitation.”
    Moments later, we were in the shower, standing under the water together and kissing lazily. The hot water running over my skin, normally so relaxing, reminded me of my earlier shower, when I’d stood in this very spot with both the water and the weight of the world on my shoulders.
    Isaac put his arms around my waist. “You okay?”
    I sighed. “Just thinking. About our…situation.”
    He chewed his lip and dropped his gaze. “Yeah, me too.”
    “How do you think Carmen’s doing with everything?”
    “Don’t know,” he said. “She didn’t say much. I think she’s still in shock, but she also insists she’s doing okay.”
    I absently caught a drop of sweat or water rolling down his temple with my finger. “Sounds like classic Carmen.”
    “I’m worried about her, though,” he said. “She’s putting on the strong face like she always does, which means sooner or later, she’s going to fall apart.”
    “I know. But you know her. If she doesn’t want to talk about something, she won’t until someone drags it out of her.” I kissed his forehead. “You’re the professional, so I nominate you.”
    “Gee, thanks,” he muttered.
    “Seriously, though,” I said. “If anyone can get someone to talk, it’s you.”
    “And if anyone can resist my Vulcan marriage counselor mind-meld tactics, it’s Carmen.”
    “That’s true.”
    He sighed. “All this kind of makes my worries about the threesome seem petty, you know?”
    I ran my fingers through his hair. “That it would make things weird between all of us, you mean?”
    “Well, that…”
    I cocked my head. “Something else?”
    A hint of color bloomed across Isaac’s cheekbones, and he avoided my eyes. “It’s really kind of unimportant in the grand scheme of things now, I think.”
    “Humor me.”
    He hesitated. “Well, one of the things that I hadn’t really anticipated with a threesome was that it was my first time with a woman, and I…” He paused, biting his lip. Then he met my eyes. “Obviously I’m comfortable with you, but trying to find my way around a woman, I guess, it was a little…”
    “Intimidating with an audience?”
    Sighing, he nodded. “I know, it sounds—”
    “Isaac,” I whispered, trailing my fingers down the side of his neck. “Of course something like that would be intimidating. It would be for anyone.” I leaned in and kissed him lightly. “And if we decide to go down that road again, whether it’s with Carmen or anyone else, maybe we can figure out a way for it to be less nerve-racking for you.”
    He smiled halfheartedly. “Thanks. Though I don’t think that’ll be an issue for a while.”
    “No.” My stomach coiled into knots