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cheek and smiled. “Me. Fantasizing about me.”
    “You
bet.” He leaned down and kissed her softly, turning just enough that his
hard-on brushed the back of her hand. He took her gasp of awareness into his
mouth and despite himself, moved against her again.
    “Hey,
look, found a baseball game,” Zach announced, cranking up the volume.
    Jill
nestled closer to Ethan. “I feel warmer just seeing the sunshine.”
    “I’ll
keep you warm,” Ethan said, aware of how possessive he sounded and not much
caring. He shifted so she was closer to the TV, and he curved his body around
her, resting his hand on her stomach. Her ass nestled against his erection and
she gave a sigh of satisfaction that told him she knew just what she was doing.
    “I’m
going to get under the covers,” she announced, thinking he could have all the
freedom he wanted to touch her under there, without Zach seeing.
    Zach
didn’t look away from the television and Ethan helped her slide under the
flimsy blanket and bedspread before he joined her. Once they were settled, he
slipped his hand under the hem of her sweatshirt and covered her breast, his
fingers plucking her taut nipple. Her breath stuttered, and she reached inside
the waistband of his sweatpants. Her long clever fingers wrapped around his
hard cock and she swirled her thumb over the head before sliding down the
length in a long, practiced stroke. He choked at the sensation. She squeezed
and stroked with surprising dexterity, considering the angle.
    Zach’s
gaze flicked in their direction and he rolled his eyes, but turned back to the
game. “I’m not going back out there just so the two of you can fuck.”
    “We’re
not asking you to,” Jill said, but removed her hand from Ethan’s cock.
    Ethan
almost groaned his frustration. Damn it, he usually had more control than this,
but on top of his desire for Jill, he was turned on by touching her with Zach
just a few feet away. Jesus, what a pervert.
    “No,
you’re just fumbling around under there like teenagers who think Daddy doesn’t
know what’s going on.” He turned onto his side on the bed. “Let me watch.”
    Ethan
felt a shudder of desire tremble through her body, and he tightened his grip on
her breast as another surge of lust rushed to his cock. On one hand, he wanted
to protect Jill, to keep her to himself. On the other hand, Jesus, he wanted to
be inside her. And they wouldn’t be getting rid of Zach any time soon.
    Chivalry
beat out libido. “I don’t think so.” Ethan withdrew his hand from under her
sweatshirt and rolled onto his back, unable to touch her without this
uncontrollable hunger. She shifted away with a frustrated sigh of her own.
    “I
won’t talk or touch or give pointers or anything. It would just be really hot
to watch.”
    “I’ve
seen myself have sex before,” Ethan said. “Not as hot as you’d think.”
    “Filmed
yourself?” Zach asked, with a grin.
    “When
my ex-wife and I were having trouble. We thought it would make it sexier.
Turned out the idea of seeing ourselves was sexier than actually seeing
ourselves. We didn’t have sex for a long time after that.”
    “I
find that hard to believe.” Zach sat up. “You look pretty athletic.”
    “But
not acrobatic. Not graceful in the least.”
    “Strong,
though,” Jill chimed in. “He had me up against the wall.”
    “I
never could master that with you.”
    A
flash of jealousy and something else shot through Ethan. Was it desire at the
picture Zach’s words conjured? His hard-on had taken control of his common
sense, if he was getting turned on by the image of his woman screwing her old
boyfriend.
    “So
what’s the craziest sex you’ve ever had?” Zach asked, oblivious to the
direction of Ethan’s thoughts.
    Jill
forced a laugh and tossed her head. “Making love to a co-worker in the middle
of a blizzard.”
    Zach
snorted. “You can do better than that.”
    She
narrowed her eyes at him, probably warning him against saying