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sweeps of her tongue accompanied the glide of body over body. He cupped her ass and moved harder, faster. Laughing, she dragged her mouth down his torso. She paused long enough to torture his nipples with nips and sucks while her hands continued the journey for her.
    Oliver groaned when she skirted his cock, then again when she cupped his balls. She kneaded and tugged at them, divided and squeezed. Drove him deliciously insane. She cradled his cock between her breasts. He pressed them together and fucked the valley. Merideth flashed her tongue over the head of his dick with every plunge.
    “I’m going to come on your tits.”
    “Are you?” A smirk lifted one corner of her mouth.
    He expected her to pull away. Instead, she screwed a finger up his ass and deep throated him. Jism shot from him with lavalike intensity. Oliver thought he’d never stop coming. He lay spent and gasping under the shower spray, torn between wanting to do it all over again and running away as fast as he could.
    She slithered over him until she was nestled under his arm, her cheek resting on his chest and his turgid, sensitive nipple a toy for her nimble fingers. Oliver fought the stirring in his groin, the tightening in his heart, the emotion that choked him.
    How many times had the three of them lain like this? How many years had they not?
    She pressed her palm on his chest. Visions of her came, of her plunging her hand inside and ripping out his heart. She’d left him when he’d needed her most, taking Lucas with her. There was nothing to stop her from doing so again once she had what she needed from him.
    Only if you let her.
    Oliver slammed invisible walls into place. Donned his public mask, the one that boasted he was the man in charge. And damn it, he was! She cuddled with him because he let her, not because she’d caught him in a vulnerable moment. Time to remind her of who was Master.
    He peeled her hand from his body and righted them both. “Well done. At this pace, we’ll have you on your way in no time.”
    Merideth drew from him, her eyes cold, mouth tight. She hugged her knees to her chest. “Because the sooner we’re out of your hair, the better?”
    “Exactly.”
    She jerked a little from the word’s impact. Oliver turned to shut off the shower before regret pulled him to her side. He further covered his response by grabbing the towels off the bar outside the stall, handing Merideth hers without looking at her, without falling into the trap of caring about her hurt feelings.
    “I’ll let you finish getting ready while I whip up some breakfast. We’ll discuss salon options while we eat.” Oliver walked away before he caved, only pausing long enough to snag his clothes before he hurried to the privacy of his bedroom.
    Once he got there he sank to the edge of the bed, buried his head in his hands, and cursed the sting of tears in his eyes. He couldn’t do this, couldn’t give them what they needed, couldn’t let them know. His reputation and pride refused to allow him to admit defeat. But he had other options, and he was damn well going to use them.
    Oliver grabbed his cell, set it on speaker, and called Will Sullivan while he dressed. Rachel, Ben, and Will were the perfect team to guide Merideth and Lucas on the path they desired. What better way to retrain a Domme and subDom than with a Domme, Dom, and former Dom now sub.
    Will answered on the second ring. “What’s up?”
    “Put me on speaker. I have a favor to ask of the three of you.”
    A press of a button gave him what he asked. Rachel and Ben announced their presence. Then Oliver told them everything , laid out his plan for them. The silence on the other end when he finished was telling.
    There was a deep breath—Rachel’s. “No, Oliver,” she said. “We’ve been very specific with our wishes regarding this issue. The three of us are exclusive. We can’t help with this. We won’t help with this. This is something you have to face on your own. We’re