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“Ah, baby, yes,” Liam shouted. He tightened his hands on my hipbones and buried himself deep and firm. Hot fiery liquid shot from Liam into my core. I felt lightheaded, 178

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as if I might pass out with pleasure. I was basking in ecstasy and sharing the moment was wonderful, beautiful.

Quinn shook and cried out, loud and deep and carnal, a sound that stoked the climax raging through me and stretched it on for what felt like an eternity.

Eve called out again, a second orgasm tearing through her body. Liam’s hips slowed and so did mine but Quinn ground beneath me, drawing out the pleasure for Eve.

“Oh Jeez, that’s it,” he hissed. “That…is…fucking…it.” He let out a long moan and his mouth found Eve’s as his body finally stilled.

After sucking in a lungful of air, Liam drew from me. I shifted up from Quinn’s back, smoothing my hand down his spinal column as I went, my breaths rapid, my hair stuck to my hot forehead and neck.

I looked down at my cock still buried deep inside Quinn. Placing a hand in the small of his back, I slowly started to pull the pale shaft from his anus.

“Oh god, Ariane,” he murmured, his mouth lifting from Eve’s as he twisted to look at me.

“Relax,” I said, as more and more of the cock came into view. “Just relax.” The base of the head tugged out and he groaned as it finally slid completely from his body. I stood from the bed and he turned over and flopped onto his back, his chest rising and falling briskly. Liam was fiddling with the small buckles on the strap-on. One quickly came undone then the other. It fell down my legs and landed on the floor with a heavy bang.

Quinn tugged off the condom and sat. Reaching forward I took his face in my hands and kissed him, long and slow, even though my breaths were not under control.

“Are you all right?” I whispered, concerned that it had been more painful than it had been pleasurable. I knew how close the two sensations could fly together.

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“Mm, tell me about it,” Eve said, stretching out languidly, her arms over her head and her toes pointed. “It’s not often I come twice, no, make that three times. You guys are good, really good.”

I stared at her beautiful, sylphlike body, spread wantonly and unselfconsciously.

Liam was looking at the strap-on bunched on the floor. He turned to Quinn, an expression of disbelief on his face. “Seriously?” he asked.

“Hey, don’t knock it until you try it,” Quinn said. “That was such a fucking off-the-scale orgasm. I didn’t know where I stopped and Ariane and Eve began. It was as if we all became one. In fact…” His black eyes narrowed on Liam and one side of his mouth tilted. “You should try it, Liam, I bet the girls would be willing to oblige.” Liam huffed. “No thanks.”

“But you should, it is after all, what Ariane takes from us.”

“What she takes from you, mate, I fit perfectly well in her pussy, and quite honestly it freaked me out seeing her with a cock.”

“I thought it suited her,” Eve said, sitting upright. “But then I like cocks.” She swept her tongue over her bottom lip as she eyed Liam’s naked torso and the impressive length of his still semi-hard shaft. “No, make that I love cocks.”

“I’ve noticed,” I said, giggling then stifling a yawn as a sudden wave of exhaustion washed over me. It had been one hell of a day. “Let’s go to the big bed,” I suggested, giving in to another yawn. “And, Eve, I hope you’ll stay overnight. It’s late to be out on the lanes and probably icy now.”

She stood, her gaze still glued on Liam. “Yes, I’ll stay, and perhaps your other husband will oblige me with orgasm number four.” She rested her palm over Liam’s collarbone, her fingertips just touching the hollow of his throat. “That would be somewhat of a record before midnight.”

I opened my mouth to object. The deal had always been Quinn, not Liam, never Liam.

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“No,” Liam said firmly. He caught her elbow in his palm and snatched her hand from his body. “Just because I let Ariane experiment with you doesn’t mean I want to.” He dropped his brows low and tightened his lips. “Stay, by all means, you’ve been invited to, but you and I, fucking, it isn’t gonna happen. I only have sex with my wife.” Eve scowled and tugged her arm from his grip. Then a slow smile spread on her face as she tipped her head. “Can’t blame me for trying,” she said with a theatrical lift of her brows. “Physically, you’re the most perfect specimen of a man I’ve ever seen. I wouldn’t be human if I didn’t want to bed you.” I twined my fingers with Liam’s, stretched up and kissed his cheek. “He is perfect,” I said, relief washing through me that he wasn’t interested in Eve. “Inside and out.”

“Well, I don’t know about that,” Liam said with a twisted grin my way. “But it’s sweet of you to say so, baby.”

Quinn stood and dropped the condom in the bin by the desk. He glanced at the tiny hidden camera. For a second I wondered if he would tell Eve about it, but he didn’t.

Instead he reached for her hand and led the way to our room.

We crawled under the duvet and Liam nestled in behind me, one arm wrapped around my waist and his body heat radiating onto my back. I was glad he didn’t go to his office. After the frightening afternoon in hospital I needed him close. Eve lay facing me and Quinn curled in behind her.

“Thank you,” she said quietly as she reached out and touched my cheek. “I feel very lucky to have been here with you all this evening.” I pressed my lips lightly to hers. “Thank you,” I said. “It’s been very educational.”

“Mm, you girls are hot when you kiss,” Quinn said, his hand reaching out to cup my breast. “I hope we can all get together again sometime.”

“Sounds good to me,” I said then dropped my head onto the pillow. I snuggled farther back into Liam and shut my weary eyes.

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When I woke Liam was gone. Eve was stretched on her stomach, her face to me with her eyes closed and her breaths steady. I gently lifted my head to see the bedside clock. Quinn was staring at the ceiling, his arms folded behind his head.

“Morning,” I whispered.

He turned. “I’m getting up,” he said in a hushed voice. “I’ve got to get to work.”

“Me too.” I shifted up from the bed, being careful not to disturb Eve. “I’m going into the bay to meet a gallery owner from London,” I whispered.

Quinn rose and together we went into the en suite. I flicked on the shower and stepped in quickly, letting the hot water soak through my hair and sluice down my body. Quinn came in next to me, placed his hands on my shoulders and turned me to face the tiles.

“The new consultant starts today,” he said, reaching for a bottle of peachy shampoo.

“Rickard?” I asked, struggling to remember the name Quinn had mentioned a few months ago.

“Yes, he’s got so much experience.”

Quinn rubbed the shampoo into my hair, his fingers massaging and kneading my scalp and spreading the bubbles right to the ends of all the long strands. I closed my eyes and tilted back my neck, enjoying having him care for me.

“He’s been in San Diego,” Quinn went on, “working on glyoma, and he used my airlock bubble in a small trial. Of course it proved what we’ve known for years, but it’s great to see it studied in a scientific process and get published. I really should have gotten around to doing it myself.”

“Mm,” I managed as he began to rinse out the suds.

“I’m hoping he settles in well and stays. He could be a massive help when it comes to making up a weekend and night rota.”

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My eyes pinged open and I turned swiftly.

Quinn smiled at the hopeful expression on my face.

“Weekends and nights off?” I asked in amazement. I’d never heard Quinn talking about nights off, let alone weekends off.

“If he’s as good as his references make him out to be and he gets to grips with NHS

practice, yes, I might be able to get the odd night or even weekend off. Silence the pager completely.”

“Oh Quinn, that would be wonderful. You could come and see the girls. They hate it when you’re never there on visits.”

He reached for a bottle of peachy conditioner and squeezed a blob onto his hand.

“Turn,” he said, suppressing a grin.

I did as he asked and he smoothed the conditioner into my hair, his long elegant fingers working it over the contours of my head, carefully circling around my ears and into the nape of my neck.

“Don’t get too excited, Ariane, I might not feel comfortable handing it over if he’s not one hundred and ten percent up to scratch. But I’m impressed with his credentials.

I’m hoping as much as you that it will work out.”

“It would be so amazing,” I said, my mind whirring at the possibilities that would open up if Quinn allowed himself to be farther from the hospital. We could go away overnight together. He could come to London and see my work hanging in the Portobello Road Gallery. We could take the girls to the theme park in Pembrokeshire they’d been on about and perhaps I’d even get him on a roller coaster.

I spun back around as he smoothed my rinsed hair with his palms. “I like Rickard already,” I said, adding some of Quinn’s spiced shower gel to a sponge.

He kissed the tip of my nose as I began to spread suds over his chest, the white bubbles a startling contrast to his black, wiry chest hair.

“I’m sorry I shouted at you in the kitchen,” he said.

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I frowned.

“About the camera,” he added.

“Oh yes, that.” The events that followed made our argument seem petty and pathetic. “And I’m sorry about the camera.”

“I was shocked, that’s all,” he said, turning so I could soap his back. “I was shocked and worried about Eve. I didn’t care about you watching me but she hadn’t consented to an audience.”

“I guess it doesn’t matter now, not after last night when we all got together. She’s hardly shy.” I paused. “Plus, I’m guessing you and Liam enjoyed the girl-on-girl show last night.”

“Yeah, it was seriously hot stuff.” He gave an amused huff and turned back around.

“But why did you put the camera there in the first place?”

“I didn’t, Liam did.” I dragged in a breath. “I guess he understood I’d drive myself nuts wondering what you did together, how you did it, what you were like with Eve. If the camera hadn’t allowed me to see into the bedroom I don’t honestly think I could have gone through with it. I was about to march upstairs and put an end to it but Liam stopped me.”

“Then I should be thanking Liam.” He narrowed his eyes at me. “And it gave you the idea of tying me up the next morning?”

“I couldn’t understand why you’d never asked to trade places and be the one tied up if that was what you wanted.”

He shrugged. “I hadn’t thought about it before. Not until Eve decided we were going to do it her way, then it was a new thrill to hand over control to another person.” He hesitated. “It was a turn-on with her but when you had me at your mercy it was an off-the-scale scorching, awesome, blinding turn-on.”

“More so than with her?”

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“Jeez, yes, much more.” He looked thoughtful. “I guess it’s all the history we have together, everything we’ve ever done has left me wanting more. All these hot scenarios of stuff I’ve done to you flashed through my mind and exploded.”

“Then I guess I’ll be tying you up again and having my wicked way with you.” I giggled.

“Can’t wait,” he said as I slid the sponge down to his thickening cock. He was semi-hard and I squeezed bubbles onto his rising shaft. “But much as I’d like to hand my body over to you do be utterly wicked with, Ariane, I really have to get to work.

Rickard is doing rounds with me before we go into surgery.” I pouted.

“Later,” he said, rinsing off the suds. “We’ll have some fun later. I promise.” We stepped out of the shower and dried quickly. When I opened the door to the bedroom, Eve was moving around naked and clutching her clothes from the day before.

“Can I?” She looked between us as she pointed at the en suite.

“Sure, go ahead, and help yourself to anything you need in the cabinet.” I smiled.

“I’ll get some coffee on.”

She strode past me, her bare breasts jiggling. Paused and looked at Quinn.

“I’ll shave in the main bathroom,” Quinn said, grabbing his razor and following me into the bedroom. “Leave you to it.”

Eve shut the bathroom door and flicked the lock.

While I made eggs and toast and coffee, Liam came in from the yard with the dogs at his feet. He nuzzled my neck until I squirmed and the eggs started to burn.

“Hey,” I giggled. “Eat food rather than me.”

“But you taste nice, peachy and sweet.”

“You need proper sustenance.”

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I thrust a brimming plate at him and he sighed resignedly and sat. As he tucked into his eggs, a freshly shaven Quinn strode into the kitchen, smelling divine. I handed him his breakfast and coffee and as I sat to eat mine the two men started discussing the horse trailer which needed a service and a new tire.

After ten minutes, Eve slipped into the warm kitchen, her hair pulled back in a ponytail and wearing the same clothes she’d come around in the night before. Her face was fresh and makeup-free and she smelled of my peachy toiletries. She still managed to look striking and elegant.

“Here,” I said, handing her a coffee. “Would you like some eggs? They’re freshly laid.”

“No, I’m fine, thanks.” She took a sip of coffee.

“Are you sure? It’s no trouble.”

She glanced out the window at the sky changing from a velvety black to a pale lilac in the east.

“No, I’m going to get off.”

Quinn looked up at her. “Sit and drink your coffee first. If you leave dead on seven on a Monday the garbage truck in Pendine holds you up.” She frowned, dropped her bag on the floor and sat, cupping her coffee in her palms.

“Where are your glasses?” I asked Liam.

“Oh damn, upstairs I think.”