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torment.
Nearing the edge, he turned his mouth into Pearce’s. Time enough for extended
play later. Right now he needed a goddamn orgasm.
    It rushed up, roared through his veins. He jerked as the
first spurts erupted and slid all over Pearce’s shaft. His partner gave a
guttural cry and began to come. Mitch pumped them harder, faster, milking them
both for every last drop.
    As they came down, Pearce reached down and massaged the
thick cream into their abs and thighs. When he ran his wet fingers around
Mitch’s sac, his cock jumped to attention once more.
    “Come home with me,” he said in a harsh rasp.
    Pearce met his gaze and the fervor in his hazel eyes cooled
a bit. “Ellie…”
    “You said she wanted you to have this.” Mitch found the
tender flesh between Pearce’s balls and anus and thought he’d have to peel his
new lover off the ceiling as he convulsed. A rumble of a laugh vibrated Mitch’s
chest.
    “She did, but… Mitch, I don’t have to tell you we need to
keep this quiet.”
    Mitch shifted away to look at him. A tiny snake of unease
wove through him. Was Pearce ashamed? Mitch was out as a bisexual, and he
didn’t care who the hell knew. Maybe he needs time.
    “Okay,” Mitch agreed. “We can be quiet at my place. Or at
yours.”
    Pearce stared at him for a heartbeat. “I need some time with
Ellie first, and to get a grip on what’s happening.”
    “All right, I appreciate that. It’s not as if this happens
to me every day either. I haven’t been with anyone in a long time. And never
with someone I’ve wanted so badly.”
    Pearce’s hazel eyes sparked with that expression of absolute
lust again. Heat clawed at Mitch’s insides. Was he going to be able to survive
this inferno until Pearce and Ellie decided what to do? At the moment he felt
as though he’d be burned to ash.
    * * * * *
    Ellie’s pacing did nothing to alleviate her need. Her inner
thighs were drenched with evidence of her desire and her nipples were two tight
buds chafing her button-down work shirt. All day she’d battled with her wants
until she’d finally succumbed. In the women’s restroom, she’d plunged her
fingers into her soaking sex and fingered herself to completion. Minutes later,
Pearce had phoned to tell her he was meeting Mitch at the gym, which only
rocketed Ellie back up the steep slope of need once more.
    She tossed another glance at the clock on the kitchen wall.
Dinner was in the oven, a frozen meal she’d pulled out to warm up, but she had
little interest in anything besides the flavor of a male.
    Hair prickling on her body, she imagined Mitch in bed with
her and Pearce, between them. How would it feel to be touched by someone brand
new after all this time? To taste him? Fuck—to see those hot men with each
other?
    Her pussy clenched and a fresh flood of moisture wet her
panties further.
    “That’s it.” She reached under her skirt and tugged down her
hose and panties together. Just as she stepped out of them, she heard the front
door open. Heart thundering, she kicked the wad of fabric into the corner of
the kitchen and spun to face her husband as he came in.
    From ten paces away, their gazes met.
    A fierce expression creased his face. Then he was stomping
toward her faster than she could blink, scooping her up around the hips and
storming down the hall to their bedroom. Fleetingly she thought of their dinner
in the oven, but her cares fled as she caught the scent of another man on her
husband.
    “Pearce—”
    “I’ve gotta have you. Now.”
    Dark warmth sidled through her core and smoldered low in her
belly. Whatever he’d been doing had maddened him with as much passion as it did
her.
    He kicked open their bedroom door, sending it careening into
the wall with a bang . In a few steps, he’d reached the bed and was
stretching her out on it, peeling away her skirt with one hand while deftly
popping her shirt buttons with the other. The bulge in his jeans pressed her
almost painfully.
    “Fuck,