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years ago. I like what I like.”
    “You say that like a challenge.”
    Her hand on his cheek was gentle. “Not with you.” She looked to Luca. “Or you.”
    “I like dirty.” Luca kissed her neck.
    “Me too. So we’ve established that. Let’s fuck.”
    She reached down and grabbed a cock in each hand. “All right then. Who’s fucking who? Well”—she smirked and leaned forward enough to lick over the head of Angelo’s cock and then Luca’s—“I know I’m getting fucked. What order, how, when?”
    Angelo’s skin itched with the need to be in her. So much need that his hands shook as he rolled the condom on.
    “Hands and knees, Ava. Face Luca and suck his cock while I fuck you from behind.”
    Any worry that she’d not be on board with the way he spoke to her dissolved as she closed her eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath. And then turned onto her belly and obeyed.
    Christ . It nearly felled him to see her that way. Luca took in the long, pale line of her back, the ink there—the symbol of infinity with tiny purple flowers and vines all around. Her breasts hung heavy, the silver rings gleaming. Her eyelids were at half mast, lips open, glossy from her tongue as she’d swiped over them only moments before.
    He scrambled into place as she crawled to him. First to kiss—the sweetness of her lips against his. And then to deliver licks and nibbles down his body until she reached his cock with a sexy, knowing, half smile.
    “I’ve missed your taste, Luca.”
    Angling his cock, she licked around the crown and then across the slit.
    Angelo’s face relaxed, Luca realized, the moment he got all the way inside her pussy. Her moan, made with his cock in her mouth, vibrated up his spine.
    So. Fucking. Good. So good it was nearly possible to ignore the sense of rightness. That part scared him a little.
    She took him into that hot, slick mouth, using her tongue to massage all his sensitive spots. The sounds she made as Angelo fucked her rushed through his system, pushing him to come.
    But he wanted more. Didn’t want this part to end.
    Even as he tried to think about what tax deductions he needed to take next year, she cupped his balls, pressing the pads of her fingers just behind them. His cock jerked, along with his hips, at the wave of sensation that brought.
    Her hair had tumbled forward, veiling her face as she moved. It was cool and soft against the skin at the top of his thighs. He sifted his fingers through it as he looked up to meet Angelo’s gaze.
    He wore the same expression Luca was sure he had on as well. Wonder. No small amount of lust, satisfaction, need.
    Her hand left his balls, reaching back to her pussy. He smiled up at Angelo, both of them amused by the way she took what she wanted. But her hand didn’t stay. Instead the now-slippery fingers slid down past his balls, toward his ass.
    He stilled, willing himself to relax as she stroked gently against his asshole before pressing inside.
    He groaned as she stretched him a bit before finding her way to his prostate. “Fuck,” he bit out as she began to stroke over it while taking him as deeply into her throat as she could. His cock was harder than he’d ever been. He ached with the need to come, with the need to drown himself in the pleasure she was giving him.
    “I think he likes that, pretty bird.” Angelo ran his hands over every inch of her skin he could reach. The relish on his face brightened his eyes when they met Luca’s briefly before returning to her again. “Your cunt is so hot and wet. I never. Ever. Want to leave it.”
    Luca found himself in the clenched fist of climax, back bowed, his fingers in her hair tight, urging her closer as he thrust into her mouth.
    She continued to nuzzle and lick until he was totally soft. With a kiss at the head, she turned her face up to his. “Yum.”
    He groaned. “You’re a fucking menace with that mouth. On both levels.”
    Her smile lifted his heart.
    “Now that Luca’s cock isn’t