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traded a look with me, and I made it clear that Missy was running the show. Whatever she wants, she's getting because I'm getting her.
     
    She turned in my arms, her tits crushed against me, her nipples hard as rocks, and gyrated pelvis to pelvis. We may have been on the dance floor and fully clothed, but there was nothing fake about it. We were fucking. My dick was fighting its way out of my jeans to find its way home. Missy was rubbing against me like a cat in heat trying to find some relief. Beau was right behind her, kissing the back of her neck with his dick against her ass.
     
    Declan be damned, the drought is over. If Missy is offering, I’m taking, whatever the terms. It will be worth the repercussions from the family, from Lucius. This is happening.
     
    BEAU
     
    Her kiss tasted like fire and candy. Being on the receiving end of it shocked me because she was so clearly into Drazen. But that kiss, and Drazen's reaction didn't feel like the usual ploy to stir up jealousy. I was no stranger to drama—always of someone else's making. The drama always outweighed the sex, which was usually a lot of groping, a lackluster blowjob, and if I was really lucky, some uninspired fucking. The boyfriend usually ended up pissed at me, which made for an uncomfortable locker room more often than not. In the last few months, I’d taken up with college girls because I was tired of being the special guest star in some high school girl's drama.
     
    Missy wasn't like any of those college girls. This kiss was different. It was an invitation to join in their adventure. And I wanted to. Badly. I wanted to give her what she craved, even if it pushed past my experience and comfort zone. I loved the way that her hair smelled like berries and leather and wood smoke and her skin felt like silk as I trailed my lips along her neck. Her ass was high and round, and the relaxed cut of her jeans couldn't hide it. When she reached around and grabbed my dick, I about exploded in my jeans. I grabbed her hand and brushed it against my lips then nipped and licked the tips of her fingers.
     
    By then, she had danced her way free of Drazen's grip to breathe in my ear, "Don't start something you won't finish."
     
    Missy was pure temptation as she danced, trapped between us. Writhing and caressing with her breasts and thighs. Soft against hard. Her pale, delicate hands left a trail of sparks in their wake that had my dick twitching. She must have had a similar effect on Drazen, because the next thing I knew, he grabbed one of those teasing hands, gave me a look, and cocked his head toward the exit. We were out of there.
     
    JONATHAN
     
    "I warned you about the teasing. The punishments are racking up, missy." The tone of my voice made it clear that I wasn't using her frivolous, totally unsuitable nickname.
     
    Every time she rubbed those soft, warm, delectable breasts against me was a test. She had me on the razor's edge, and it took all my willpower to keep this from turning into a quick, messy public fuck in the back of my truck, which was the last thing I wanted. I intended to savor every second, bringing her to the brink over and over. I wanted to shatter her serenity.
     
    I blew through the foyer, practically dragging her behind me, I was moving so fast. In one of my less brilliant moves, I backed her against the door of the G-Wagon, my arms caged around her, and I asked the million-dollar question. "What do you want? From me? From us? You need to spell it out. You have the control."
     
    Anyone watching from a distance would undoubtedly jump to the conclusion that coercion was involved and her consent dubious. More athletes taking what they wanted. No one would believe the truth—Snow White had all the power here. And she was about to unleash it.
     
    Missy looked me right in the eye. "I want to be Messalina for a change. Sir, would you be willing to take me home? And both of you fuck me 'til dawn?"
     
    "I'm not 'sir.' You will address me as