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ted gaze locked on mine, my entire core was on fire. I barely made it to my room before I slammed the door, locked it, and tore my clothe

ing into my sheets as I imagined Wilder spanking me again, and this time pulling my

while Wilder did the same. The third time I came, my mind went to a place I’d barely ever gone before. That time, I fantasized about them doing more than touching me. I imagined them forcing me to my kne

there, my whole body exploded in the dark of my bedroom, and my

if I’m being honest, a little ashamed. I mean, Wilder had spanked me last nig

d what I’d said back, I blushed even deeper. But I took a big, shaky breat

. Lincoln’s eyes lingered a second longer than Wilder’s maybe, but he too turned back

hadn’t e

lip, screaming on the inside forsomething. But all I got was silence. I poured myself a coff

r cleared his t

, I’ve g

n up shirt and jeans he usually wore, like Lincoln was. He was in a full suit

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frowned, narrowing his eyes at me before he looked away. “Do me a fav

at his paper and looked right at me. Fuck, it was

od, Ke

when I looked away, I knew the mo

e because of the night before, I couldn’t sto

kenz

aught mine, I shivered at the heat there. Wilder opened his mouth t

e back

rabbed his car keys, an

t before non stop. And worse, now I was alone in the house with Lincoln. Lincoln who’d watche

om “experienced,” but I knew what it was I’d seen. I knew he’d been as turned on as I’d been, and I wanted more of that. I wa

.” My skin tingled as I shut the door to my bedroom and shrugged out of my clothes. My heart thudde

more worldly. Not to mention, he was Wilder’s best friend. Part of me felt torn, knowing that it was both of them that set the fire blazing inside of me, and not really

t loud. Given, the spanking he’d given me had moved way p

it’d never ached before, but it was L

red much of me at all. An intoxicating mix of not knowing what the hell I was doing a

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heat as they locked onto me. I trembled a little as I felt the power in his gaze as

ould see the twitch in hi

cking clothe

and prancing to the fri

o swi

hear him get up from his chair behind me as I grabbed a co

et I’m

was hunger, but he kept his mouth shut tight and thin, and his hands clenched into fists by his sides. I took a shaky breath, my eyes tracing over the open top buttons of his dress shirt and the defined muscles

growled quietly, his ey

to shrug. “What

” he muttered, his gaze breaking as hi

gaze tease over my skin and le

g swimming,” I

k, and I swear he moved even close

ickly and feeling my pu

up

was going to just grab me and yank me against him right there in the kitchen. But his hand froze. His eyes blazed pure fire at me as his hand moved right

e,” he growled,

ow

om. And I didn’t even realize I’d been holding my brea

y s

re, either. After that moment, I had a new goal: I was going to break that iron resistance of his. I gu

me