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into her bottoms, finding her wet and swollen with arousal. Between Mary’s fingers tweaking her nipples and working magic between her legs, it didn’t take long for Claire to find herself close to the edge and ready to let go. Without thinking, she shifted her body so that she could stroke Mary’s inner thigh, inching up towards the vee between her legs.
    When her fingers crept under the fabric of Mary’s bikini bottoms and found her smooth, wet folds, Mary ground her palm harder against Claire’s clit and she flew apart. Her body shook and a cry of utter abandon floated along the breeze. She inched a finger inside Mary’s pussy, wanting to explore and see what it was like to give another woman an orgasm. Mary swung her leg over the other side of the chair which opened her up to more of Claire’s attention. Her finger slipped in deeper, and she rubbed along the inside of her. Her eyes never left her hand as she was transfixed by the sight of her hand disappearing into Mary’s bottoms. It was thrilling.
    “What the fuck is going on out here?” Carter’s deep voice rang out, startling both women into breaking apart. He stood just outside the doors of the house wearing khaki shorts and a tight t-shirt. He looked so fucking good.
    Mary licked her fingers and sent Carter a heated look. “Just tasting Claire here. I must say she’s quite the gem. Have you had a taste yet, Carter? If you haven’t, you have no idea what you’re missing.”
    Claire’s face burned with embarrassment at being caught. It was one thing if Carter wanted her to join them. It was another to be alone with Mary and acting on their sexual impulses.
    “Inside, now.” He pointed to Mary and turned to walk in the house. At the threshold, he turned back and addressed Claire. “Go get some clothes on. I asked Elise to come home for dinner now that I’m back. We’re going to a nice restaurant so dress appropriately.”
    With that, he and Mary were gone. Why did he want Mary to go with him and not her? She hadn’t seen him in two weeks, and he barely spared her a glance. Fighting the urge to cry, she grabbed her stuff and went to her room to get ready for dinner.

Chapter Four
     
    Carter slammed his bedroom door behind him and turned to face Mary. His anger was so palpable that it filled the room. He couldn’t believe she had the nerve to touch what was his. He had told her Claire was off limits, and he meant it.
    He spent the last two weeks trying to get Claire out of his head. Blow jobs from two different women on set did nothing to help. They fell flat to what he knew he had with the young girl waiting at home for him. For God’s sake, he even found himself missing her. It was then he realized he was in trouble of epic proportions where she was concerned.
    “I’m not sure I understand why you’re so upset. I was just having fun with her. Instead of interrupting my impending orgasm you should have just stripped and joined us.” She crossed her arms, pushing up her ample breasts and Carter cursed under his breath. He didn’t want Mary to know about the state of his relationship with Claire.
    “I told you she was off limits. I don’t want you coming onto my daughter or her friends. We discussed that before and I thought I made myself clear.” He mirrored her stance and pinned her with a glare. He couldn’t understand why he didn’t want to share Claire. He just knew he didn’t.
    “Sorry. I didn’t think you’d mind. Especially with the way you reacted when I talked about her while we were fucking. Just pretend it never happened.”
    “The problem is it did happen.” He didn’t want to admit that he was not only incredibly aroused by them playing with each other, but that he couldn’t get the image out of his head. “Maybe we should take a break from each other.”
    “A break? Carter we’ve been having fun with each other for years now, and you want to walk away over one incident with a young girl? This is ridiculous.”