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as she slumped back against him, her chest rising and falling on her still harsh breaths.
    Slowly, he eased his fingers from inside her, reluctant to leave. Still feeling the death-grip of her pussy, he slid them into his mouth, humming as the first taste of her exotic flavor exploded across his senses. Damn. Sweet. Tangy. Fucking addicting. He sucked her cream clean. And it only whetted his appetite for more.
    Lust beat inside him. He needed to be inside her. Her mouth, her pussy, her ass—just inside . But this—this dip into voyeurism—had been for her…for her to let go. To realize she could. Reluctant pride surged within.
    Tangling his fingers in her hair, he gathered it to the side and pressed a kiss to her neck, murmuring her name. She started, ducking her head, the movement quick. And it smacked of guilt. Lifting his gaze, he followed the line of direction where hers had been before he’d surprised her. It didn’t take long to discover what had held her fascination.
    Across the room, a woman with enough curves to shame Botticelli’s Venus lay sprawled over the arm of one of the couches. And most of those curves were on full display. But he’d bet his left nut it wasn’t her bared tits that had snared Harper’s attention. Two men bent over the woman. One cradled a breast in his hand, sucking hard on the nipple, his fingers toying with the other. And the second man knelt between her spread thighs, his face buried in her pussy. Absolute carnal ecstasy suffused her face, twisting it into a mask of lust and arousal.
    Is it the thought of my cock that has your pussy hot? Or would any do? The question he’d asked Harper in his office ghosted across his mind. As did the flicker of emotion in her eyes that he couldn’t identify…then. Now he understood. Lust. Furtive and quickly hidden, but it’d been lust he’d glimpsed. Yeah, Harper wanted him—the force of her orgasm and his drenched fingers was proof of that. But she wanted more .
    An image wavered and solidified in his head, and his gut tightened with need. Harper, splayed out on the couch, her face hard with pleasure as Rion ate her pussy while another man played with those pretty breasts.
    Need, greedy and hot, surged through him.
    “Do you want that, Harper?” Her head jerked up, and he studied her face. Caught the surprise and shame that flashed across her expression before she concealed it. He hated that guilt. Had seen it one too many times tonight. She, with her beauty, her passion, had nothing to be ashamed about. To feel dirty about. She parted her lips, but he waylaid her reply. “Honesty, baby,” he reminded her.
    “I…” She inhaled, slicked the tip of her tongue over her lips. With another quick peek at the trio, she shrugged a shoulder. “I don’t know.”
    She knew. Was just afraid to voice the fantasy.
    “Okay,” he said, allowing her the lie…for now. “Are you ready?”
    He didn’t wait for her reply but tugged her skirt down, for now concealing what he considered his, even if only for the next few hours. Without bothering to zip her dress, he extended his hand to her, and once her smaller one pressed to his, he led her out of the room. As if attuned to some internal clock, he could feel the minutes ticking away. Soon his time with her would come to an end. But not before he made every second count.
    Made every one of them a memory.

Chapter Five
    “In here.”
    Harper walked past Rion and entered another room, noting the green door. Green. The color of youth, rebirth. Maybe that should’ve been the paint on the first room. Because damn, she’d been reborn in there. She’d discovered that all her life she’d been living in hues of gray, her world muted, placid. But now…now those blinders had been ripped away, and the colors were so vibrant, technicolor, alive, that it almost hurt. In that room, with the couple performing for them—no, not performing, because there had been no artifice between them. In that room, with