He slips his hand from my panties, but I don’t have a chance to mourn the loss because he hooks the back of my neck and tows me in for a kiss. This one is just as dark and full of promise as the first. There truly is no going back after this. I sink into the taste of him, the feel of him, but then his grip shifts, and he’s guiding me to Monroe’s lips.

It blows my mind that I can be so fucking attracted to such different people. She’s just as commanding as he is when she claims my mouth, just as intense and just as filled with a promise of things to come. But where Broderick overwhelmed, Monroe tantalizes and teases, keeping the kiss light even as I try to deepen it. She rocks a little as she fucks Broderick. The reminder has me breaking the kiss so I can see them properly.

I look down and drag in a rough breath. “Fuck.” His cock spreads her pussy obscenely, and all I can think is that I can’t wait to get my mouth on both of them. Not yet. Soon. I lift a trembling hand and press my fingers to Broderick’s bottom lip.

Bless him, but he doesn’t even hesitate to suck them into his mouth, playing his tongue over my skin as I ease them back out. His eyes go darker yet. “Make her come, Shiloh.”

“I was planning on it.” Even though I aim for irreverent, my voice is too low to pull it off. That’s fine. We’re so far past pretending, it’s not even funny.

I reach between them and press my wet fingers to Monroe’s clit. They both react instantly. She moans, and she must clench around him, because Broderick grips her hips before dragging her up and down his cock in a rough pace I can barely match. Monroe reaches behind her and grips the table, riding out the pleasure we’re dealing her. She’s so fucking wet, so slippery against my fingertips, and with every other stroke, I accidentally-on-purpose touch Broderick’s cock.

The third time I do it, he curses. “Kiss me, you little tease.”

I don’t even hesitate. I simply lean forward and kiss him as we work to get Monroe off. Even though I want this moment to last forever, it’s over far too quickly. She orgasms with a cry that is nearly a scream, and then Broderick sets his teeth against my bottom lip and follows her over the edge. He slumps back against the booth, looking dazed. Hell, I feel pretty dazed right now, too.

Once again, it’s Monroe who saves us before regret can take hold. She leans forward and kisses Broderick and then does the same to me. “Let’s go home.”

Home.