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both wanted him to give her. Olivia thought she’d showed admirable restraint by not clamping her thighs tighter and pushing over him.
    “Now please?” she said softly against his lips.
    He smiled slightly and rocked forward.
    His shaft and head felt hotly buttered, the enchanted bath oil enhancing the effect of her arousal. Olivia’s breath caught in her throat with pleasure, afraid to exhale and break the spell. Despite Ty’s scolding, James hadn’t given up on helping. She was three quarters filled when his hips pushed hers up. Bliss at being filled all the way made her spine wriggle. Her thighs were already hugging Ty’s.
    James’s legs joined hers - stronger, hairier - and she knew Ty couldn’t help liking that. James was the other piece of what Ty’s puzzle craved.
    “Bastard,” Ty muttered, certainly not to her. “I’m mad at you.”
    “Now, now,” Olivia said. “You know I like it best when you’re good to each other.”
    Ty gave her a hooded look.
    “Please?” she said sweetly.
    “Pretty please?” James added.

    Ty snorted, then craned around her to kiss her first husband. Inside her pussy, a pulse quickened. Whether it was Ty’s or hers hardly mattered. The kiss lasted long enough to draw a sound of hunger from James’s throat.
    When Ty pulled back and returned to her, he looked smug. Deciding she
    deserved her own tit for tat, Olivia dragged one hand down his front. Four fingertips crossed his navel and combed through his pubic pelt, their journey ending at the seam that hugged the base of his erection. His penetration hadn’t left a lot of space between them, but Olivia doubted she’d need it. She wedged the pad of her thumb on his root, then pushed the seam down and rubbed.
    Ty sucked a breath, a flush rising sharply into his face. She wasn’t baring much new skin, but the section of his penis that she massaged was almost always protected. The way his length leaped inside her said this was pleasurable to him.
    That he also had to fight an instinct to pull away spun his personal erotic dial to high . Fear and lust, pain and pleasure were the contrasts Ty’s kinks were made of.
    He grunted and pushed deeper as she continued her kneading.
    “We all have our vulnerable spots,” she pointed out breathlessly.
    He was smart enough to know she meant more than sexually.
    He kissed her - deep, slow, hard - the bad boy and the caring mate melding.
    He began surging in and out, not fast but like he had to make love to her. She didn’t stop playing with his seam, and his throttled groans praised her boldness.
    Wanting to push his limits, she stretched her second thumb onto him.
    “God,” he gasped and thrust more strongly.
    “Jack him off,” she said, though his new movements felt so good it was hard to speak. “Rub James off under me.”
    As the men fought to get their arms into new positions, their impatient noises were an aphrodisiac for her ears. Ty’s hand cupped James’s near-to-bursting cock hard against her ass. Even more welcome, James’s fingertips found a home on her clitoris.
    This time, when he gave her exactly what she liked, Ty was too occupied to protest.
    It probably didn’t hurt that she came in six seconds.
    “God,” he groaned, the three of them heaving together. “Fuck. Do that again.”
    He could have meant her just as easily as James.
    Because they were both happy to comply, the steaming water churned around them, threatening to douse the nearer candles. Olivia’s second climax was a snap.
    Her third would take more effort, though she didn’t want it less on that account.
    She growled with longing as she racked her nails not-so-lightly down Ty’s back.
    “Oh yeah,” he growled back, darker and deeper. “You are going over again for me.”
    Not just for him, and not only because of him. When Ty lengthened his
    strokes, he truly needed James’s assistance to brace and control her. Her cries came with abandon, her nerves jumping crazily everywhere the men