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    “Maybe we’ll both shoot together,” Rob says. “Would you like that? Both of us? Filling you up with our cum ? Just like we’re filling your pussy with our big cocks?”

    “Yes, yes.”

    “Yeah, you want that.”

    I only half understand what he’s saying. I’m falling over the edge. Noah’s expert fingers are dragging me down into the dark, beautiful oblivion of my pleasure. My feet twitch and kick, toes curling.

    “Come on. Come on,” Noah urges. For him, I will. I let go, falling away. For a few beautiful, suspended seconds, I feel nothing but our three bodies as one, our smells, our sounds, our shared desire, their cocks impossibly big inside my clenching cunt.

    “Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Rob joins me. I feel him, frantic and needy, hips slapping my ass. He pushes deep and holds, his body pressed rigid and damp against my back as he comes.

    “Good,” Noah murmurs, and he’s saying it to me. He’s still. As Rob slides out, he does too. He kisses me lightly, and I feel his cock—stiff, slick from me and from Rob—pressed against my belly.

    Rob runs a hand down my side, and his voice is breathy behind my ear. “Beautiful.”

    I turn my head to smile at him. “Thank you.”

    Rob seems suddenly unsure of what to do, the dynamics between us three so different with the intoxication of the sex stripped away.

    “I’ll leave you two,” Rob finally says. I assume he knows where to find the envelope. I don’t want to say it loud. Not now. Not in front of Noah.

    For a couple minutes I listen to him gathering his clothes, using the bathroom, letting himself out. I feel Noah release a deep breath against my neck.

    He pulls away and looks me in the eyes. “Would you come with me a minute?”

    I get up and follow him to the bathroom. I feel Rob’s cum dripping down my thigh, as though he’s still with us. Noah leans inside the shower and turns the taps, fusses until the temperature’s to his liking.

    He holds out a hand to say I should get in. He joins me in the steam and the warm water, kisses me lightly. He takes my soap from the caddy and lathers his hands. I let him run them over my shoulders, up and down my back, over my breasts, my hips, my butt. He kneels and soaps my legs, then turns the bar in his hands until they’re coated in lather. He coaxes me to stand wider, and he washes me. His touch is gentle against my savaged, sensitized lips and clit, intimate as he soaps my curls. I know what he’s doing. I let him. I let him bathe me until he’s convinced that Rob’s gone, that he’s the only man here with me. I study Noah on his knees, so reverential. We both know what he’s doing is a violation of the entire point of recruiting two men for this job, but I don’t stop him. I don’t want to. I want this intimacy as badly as I thought I wanted anonymity.

    As the bathing comes to an end, he stands. He rests his chin on my temple, sighs deeply, clears his throat as the water rinses the soap from our bodies. No words come, so I take over. I shut the taps off and grab him a towel, and we dry off together in the silence left in the water’s wake. When we’re done I walk back to my bedroom, and he follows. I tug the bedspread flat, trying to erase the wrinkles and lumps from earlier, the evidence.

    We lie on our sides on the covers, facing each other with our knees linked.

    “Tonight was the craziest thing I’ve done, sexwise ,” Noah whispers. “I didn’t actually know I was capable of anything like that.”

    I study his chest with its faint spray of soft hair. “It’s the dirtiest thing I’ve ever done too. By far … I hope you won’t feel creepy about it. I hope you won’t feel weird at your boxing studio now.”

    I glance up as Noah makes a face, a familiar glimmer of the man I’ve come to know. “I’m a grown-up.”

    I let him think a while longer, combing his wet hair with my fingers as I wait patiently for him to speak.

    “I’m sorry about what I