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could see straight through the doors and knew she was there. Maybe they did. Maybe this to and fro protest routine was purely for show. “You didn’t entice me up here for a coffee. I think we both know you’re after something more physical than a quaint chat.” Adam delivered another lip-smacking kiss.
    From anyone else that sort of show would have made Becca cringe, but from him it was knicker-meltingly hot. Do it again. Do it again quickly, became her silent refrain. There was something intrinsically wicked in the way Adam kissed, perhaps because he came close enough to suggest fulfilment, but never quite delivered on the promise. The tip of his tongue traced the shell of her lover’s ear, an act that sent a tickle of warmth through her body as though it were her ear he was violating. It seemed to do much the same for Elliot.
    “We so can’t do this, man,” he protested, even as his lips opened, searching for a kiss.
    “What can’t we do?” Adam nipped along the line of Elliot’s jaw. “Do you mean this?” He pushed his leg between Elliot’s parted thighs. “We can’t do this? That’s a shame because I guess it means we can’t do this, either.” He slid his hand between their bodies to where their hips were pressed together, and encompassed Elliot’s cock. She’d seen him work his wrist before. Recalled the pinch he’d made with his index finger and thumb that had heated things up so fast. The press of their bodies didn’t afford her that detail now, but her imagination filled in the blank.
    “Tell me—is she any good at sucking cock? I know how much you love getting off like that.” Adam’s constant references to her were a little disquieting. It made her wonder if he was curious or deliberately baiting her. Maybe he really did know that she was watching. In some ways it would’ve made it simpler if he did. There was no cause to agonise about acting without consent. He would have been able to walk away if he didn’t want her eyeballing him.
    Lord, he really was something to behold. She scrutinised every inch of him as he nuzzled down the front of Elliot’s shirt. Adam was tall, but he was more fey warrior than broad. That sheet of black hair perfectly offset his angular features and made the blue of his eyes all the more striking. His ears held numerous piercings that he’d obviously removed the day before, while a tattoo of a devil with a truly impressive cock-stand graced his upper arm. He was the perfect antithesis of Elliot, who was always clean-cut and perfectly turned out in his corporate wear, even on days like today when there was no need to dress overly smart.
    Adam fell on to his knees, where he made short work of her husband’s belt and fastenings, then tugged the whole caboodle of trousers and shorts down in one swift tug.
    Elliot’s cock stood every bit as taut and proud as it had done the night before when she’d rubbed up and down his length with the lips of her slit. Adam wrapped his palm around the base before making a slow circle of the tip with his tongue. The action drained away the last of Elliot’s supposed resistance. He slumped against the wall, so that he stood in profile to the wardrobe. One hand rested on the top of Adam’s head, gently guiding him into place as he opened his mouth and began a steady twist and suck routine.
    Becca watched, mesmerised. Her attention was as much on Adam as it was on Elliot and his mounting groans. Together they were one of the hottest—no, the hottest thing she’d ever seen.
    It started with a wiggle, just rubbing her legs together so that her pussy lips provided a bit of friction to her needy clit. Then, before long, she was pushing her hand inside her pants and relieving that ache with the brush of her fingertips. Her body welcomed the strokes, while her gaze remained fastened upon the men. The softness of her folds seemed in terrible contrast to the rising tension in her limbs. She strained, seeking the perfect spot, the