She’s really going to make me say it. I love that she’s going to make me say it. “Ride him slow,” I whisper.

She begins rolling her body, working herself slowly up and down his cock. Even though I know better, I slide a little closer. I want to see. It’s more than worth the proximity to witness her lifting herself mostly off his thick length, to see his cock shine from her desire, to know they’re fucking at my command.

“Shiloh.” Monroe’s voice as gone breathy. “Truth or dare?”

“But you’re not done.”

She grins at me. “No reason not to keep going.”

Broderick coasts his hands up her hips. Not guiding, simply touching her in a way I ache to. Similar to how I ache to have him touch me in exactly that way. Rough and yet almost reverent.

“Dare.” The word emerges as a whisper.

Her grin goes victorious. “I dare you to ride Broderick’s hand until you come.”

Broderick goes tense and then tenser yet as I clasp his wrist and tug his hand away from Monroe’s skin. I shift to kneel on the bench facing them. No matter what else happens, I don’t want to miss a moment of the show they’re putting on. He allows me to guide him to press against my stomach, to ease his hand into my panties…

And that’s when his leash snaps.

He spears me with two fingers, curling his palm until the heel of his hand presses to my clit. His blue eyes have gone dark, or maybe it’s my vision going dark because we’re doing this out here in the light. There is no going back after this, no plausible deniability provided by the shadows. There is just him staring at me like he wants to devour me whole and me staring right back with an invitation I’m still not sure I’m ready to follow through on.

Liar.

I rock my hips, fucking his fingers as he holds perfectly still. I don’t exactly mean to match my rhythm to Monroe’s, but it happens naturally. My breath hitches. “Broderick.”

“Hmm.” His gaze is so intense, it feels like he’s stroking my entire body. He curls his fingers inside me, unerringly finding my G-spot. Combined with the heel of his palm against my clit, it’s creating a delicious friction with each downward stroke. I’m about to combust.

I’m so fucking close, I’m shaking. Just…not yet. “Broderick.” I gasp. “Truth or dare?”

No hesitation. “Dare.”

“Kiss me.” It’s not even a proper dare, but it doesn’t seem to matter.