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hot and wet. She was nowhere near satisfied, but this was different than the usual longing. She was greedy, but it often felt as if she were grasping at the threads of release, desperate to gain relief. This was the thrumming knowledge of more to come, of knowing she wasn’t done yet and being eager to find out what came next.
    She slid her hand beneath Owen’s T-shirt and found her slick feminine folds. She was engorged. Her clit was so hard it stood out from her pussy lips and begged for attention. She fingered the tiny nub as she watched Owen’s cock sinking into Lars again and again.
    “I can smell you, Mattie.” Owen watched with desire in his eyes. “Come for us, baby.”
    Sensation spiraled away from her fingers and into her limbs. Her muscles grew tight as she perched on the edge of something big. When Owen groaned and shoved deep into Lars as he found his release, Mattie tumbled into a second climax.
    She would have sunk to the floor if Owen hadn’t grabbed her first. He pulled her in to his side and held on as the tremors shook her body. Fascinated, she watched Owen’s softening erection slide free of Lars’s ass before Lars rolled to his back and lay there, chest heaving as he gasped for air.
    Owen picked up her hand, the one that had been buried in her crotch only seconds before. He nuzzled her fingers before licking them clean. The sensation sent her right back to the edge.
    “I think it’s Lars’s turn to come.” Owen’s expression was wicked enough to make her belly flutter. “What about you?”

Chapter Six
    Lars tried again to tamp down the powerful emotions that threatened to shatter his composure. This was only a temporary situation. It wasn’t his real life. It couldn’t last. He couldn’t allow it to last.
    Owen climbed onto the bed and settled his back against the smooth wooden slats. “Come closer, Mattie.”
    She cast a sideways glance at Lars before moving toward Owen. Lars couldn’t blame her for the mistrust he saw in her gaze. He was stunned she hadn’t thrown him out the moment she’d seen him downstairs. She’d have been well within her rights. He hadn’t given her an explanation the night he’d left her. At the time, he hadn’t the words. Now, he was too much of a coward to try to explain his reasons.
    Owen pointed at Mattie with one graceful hand. “As much as I like to see you in my shirt, it’s in the way.”
    When she pulled the black cotton over her head, Lars bit back a groan. Her breasts jiggled as she tossed the shirt aside. She had great breasts. They were just the right size to fill his hands, and her nipples were pretty, pink, and sensitive. He’d always taken his time with them. Hell, he’d always taken his time with Mattie. Period.
    Given the chance, Mattie would always rush headlong into the finale. She goaded with her words and her body until a man’s mind shut down, and he was reduced to a creature with a desire for only one thing. Fulfillment . She wanted fucking, and she wasn’t shy about demanding it, but in the end she wound up frustrated. True release always hovered just beyond her grasp. Nobody had ever challenged Lars like Mattie did. Bringing her true pleasure was a test of wills.
    Mattie climbed onto the bed and went right into Owen’s arms. Lars watched Owen nestle her sexy curves against him. With her back to his chest, he used his legs to spread hers apart and pinion them open.
    Lars met Owen’s gaze. He wondered if he should let himself be lured into a sense of comfort with this man. Owen was a lot of things to a lot of people, but he’d been lover to Lars for more than five months. It was a short time, but Lars had let Owen see more of his true self than he’d ever intended. Now Lars couldn’t prevent himself from trusting a man who knew him better than almost anyone else.
    Owen laced his fingers with Mattie’s. “How long has it been since Lars has been between your legs, Mattie?”
    “Five months.” She sounded breathless,