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lot of fun together. As she acknowledged the sporadic sensations zipping through her body, she came to realize something else.
    She was different with Devon. She was more sexual because of Devon. She was someone else altogether.
    “There’s not a ‘but’ to discuss,” he said. “The night Addison invited you to join us, we had an agreement. She couldn’t fuck you, and I couldn’t fuck you, but we both almost broke our promise.”
    “Addison wanted to fuck me?”
    “Yes. She was bi.”
    “No way.” So that’s why he’d asked the question earlier. He’d wanted to know if she would’ve agreed. Addison apparently had already expressed her interest.
    “Come on, baby, don’t act so shocked. Who do you think twirled those hard nipples while you were sitting on my face?”
    Victory shivered. She thought back to their night together. Addison had blindfolded her when she’d first entered their suite, and it wasn’t until she was about three seconds away from orgasm that Addison had released the blindfold. “I would’ve known if a woman’s hands had touched me.”
    Though, now, she wasn’t so sure.
    “You didn’t seem to mind.”
    “No, I guess I didn’t,” she whispered, watching him pull at his cock with more determination, hoping they could move beyond talking about the past. The future held more promise.
    He opened his hand. The length of his cock stretched across his large palm. He taunted her by rubbing his fingers and thumb down the length of his dick.
    Her mouth watered. She longed to taste him, to have his cock sinking between her cheeks, tapping against her throat, and gliding across her tongue.
    Thinking of tongues made her focus on Devon’s. He had quite a licker, and she remembered his unique talent. After a few drinks at the bar, she had been completely relaxed when she’d joined them. Was it possible that she hadn’t paid attention to the hands groping her? Sure. She’d been intoxicated, blasted drunk, in fact. And Devon’s mouth had kept her well entertained.
    Who was she kidding anyway? She couldn’t completely forget the past because her history with Devon was what brought her here. She closed her eyes and reveled in the foggy memory. Their night at the Hilton was special, an important milestone in their building relationship. They’d messed around for less than an hour, and Devon had pleasured her in ways she couldn’t put into words. She’d agreed to the illicit rendezvous for two reasons.
    She’d known Addison and Damsel had been having sex, sneaking around to fuck whenever Victory left the club to shop and run around with girlfriends. She’d also been in awe of Devon since she’d discovered he’d taken the gavel at Heroes and Rogues. She hadn’t minded sharing Damsel. She’d wanted Devon anyway.
    Who wouldn’t admire the man? He’d taken hold of his club and shown he was a symbol of leadership, determined to lead the Heroes and Rogues to the four corners of the earth. There were rumors about how he’d somehow managed to hang onto the leadership appointed him, but regardless of how the Heroes and Rogues made their money, he’d operated right above the legal radar, escaped raids and walked away from numerous felony charges.
    None of them stuck.
    If the juries he went before were panels full of women, she understood. With blond curly-Q locks hanging between his shoulder blades, Devon typically wore his hair in a ponytail. Known to step out and frequent the clubs, he often dressed in casual wear, giving the impression he was a businessman on vacation, a rebel at heart with no place to go.
    High cheeks, full lips, and a long, lean nose made him pretty-boy perfect, but the six in the middle, the chiseled abs in his belly were made-to-order, designed with a woman’s fingers in mind. Oh boy, if she could only count the hours, remember all the wet dreams. He’d inspired plenty and would likely provoke many more.
    She tensed when he touched her, aware of how unfocused she had