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his gaze away.
    He watched as she pushed up high on her knees and straddled Gabe’s lap, her back to his chest. He watched as she reached down and grabbed Gabe’s cock, positioning it just so. And he watched as gradually she lowered herself down onto him, her hips pushing lower, her pussy welcoming his cock, inch by slow inch until Gabe was buried deep, deep inside her.
    “Oh, Christ,” Gabe gasped. “Jesus, you are so fucking wet, baby. So slick. So hot.”
    Connor cursed under his breath. Was this the same woman who had sworn at him for putting her in this—what had she called it—untenable situation? Was this wanton, sexual being the same woman he’d kissed in the living room?
    Damn straight it was. He’d known all along she would be like this. His instinct had told him she was ripe and ready for a lot more than just the old classic missionary position. What his gut hadn’t told him was that he’d be ready for so much more. That watching her and Gabe would never be enough. That even joining them would not touch sides. His gut had not told him right from the start that with Maddie he would want everything.
    Maddie caught his gaze and held it. Her pupils had dilated in her hazel-green eyes, like tiny black pinpricks of desire. Without wavering, she rocked on Gabe who thrust back up to meet her. Then she did it again and again, and Gabe matched her at every turn.
    Gabe placed his hands on her sides, framing her breasts for Connor. Connor nodded appreciatively, watching as they jiggled up and down in time with Maddie’s movements. Her breasts were like the rest of her, full and plump and rosy. Her nipples were swollen and distended, and Christ, they looked good enough to eat.
    “Look at his eyes, baby,” Gabe said to her. “He can’t take them off you.”
    Maddie watched Connor staring at her breasts. She gave him a shrewd smile, grabbed Gabe’s hands and used them to cover his view. Gabe shaped his palms to the curve of her breasts and rolled her nipples between his fingers.
    Maddie whimpered.
    Connor thought about the queen. And his dog. And the pressing need to either accept the job offer or get back to the obscene amount of work piling up on his desk. None of it made a damn’s worth of difference to his throbbing penis or his aching head. Fuck, she was Gabe’s. He’d found her first. No, Gabe would not resent sharing her, but he wouldn’t give her up. Not for Connor. He’d be a freaking lunatic to give up Maddie.
    Gabe must have seen something in his expression because he raised an eyebrow.
    He placed his mouth close to Maddie’s ear. “If you won’t share your breasts with Connor, at least give him something else to watch, baby. Something good.”
    The little witch. She actually had the audacity to smile again—and run her tongue over her upper lip.
    “Keep your eyes open, Connor,” she whispered. “You don’t want to miss this.”
    Yeah, right. As if Connor had even considered that an option. Someone would have to stitch his eyelids together to prevent him from looking now.
    Maddie lifted herself a little higher so that Gabe slipped out of her. She took his cock in one hand and stroked it against her pussy lips, over and over again. Then she dropped her other hand into her lap and rubbed her clit.
    “Ahhh!” The sound escaped from Connor’s mouth before he even realized he’d made it. Drops of precome leaked from his dick.
    Maddie’s eyes closed as a look of rapture crossed her face. She called out Gabe’s name, arched her body and used his dick to manipulate her clit. Just like that a fresh set of shudders rocked her body.
    Fu-uck . Connor thought he might lose it completely without even touching himself.
    She kept on, first slapping Gabe’s cock against her swollen nub, and then rubbing it there in tiny circles, coming all the while. Gabe grit his teeth. Strain showed on his face. He closed his eyes and grimaced.
    When finally Maddie’s hands stilled, and her head flopped forward,