“Gladly,” she murmurs against my heated flesh. She presses my thighs wide, and then she’s dragging her tongue up my center. She flicks my clit and moans. “Just as sweet as I thought.” Monroe dips back down, and then her tongue is inside me, thrusting deep. I can’t keep my whimper inside. I don’t even try.

She lifts her head just as Broderick shifts his grip to her throat and pulls her up. He takes her mouth, and I freeze as understanding dawns. He’s tasting my pussy on her lips, her tongue. He lifts his head. “More.”

“It’s better directly from the source,” she murmurs. Her features are cast in shadow, but I can clearly see the sinful curve of her lips. “Don’t you want a taste, husband?” She wraps her fingers around the wrist of his free hand, and he allows her to guide his hand down…

Holy shit.

She presses two of his fingers into me. Two of Broderick’s fingers are inside me. I whimper, and he curses. But even if he’s letting Monroe do this, letting her guide us, letting her take the choice away, he still moves inside me, curling up to stroke his fingertips against my G-spot.

“Fuck.”

“Clever boy. You found it so quickly.” She leans down, and then her mouth is on my clit, licking and sucking as Broderick keeps up that devastating stroking inside me. As he keeps fucking her in short, slow thrusts as if he has all night and won’t be coming anytime soon.

I don’t mean to wrap my fists around Monroe’s hair, but I haven’t meant to do anything that’s happened tonight. My fingers lace with Broderick’s, both of us holding Monroe to my pussy. “Make me come,” I whisper. “Please.”

“We will, love. Just lie there, and let us make you feel good.” Her words are pure temptation, her tongue following through on it eagerly. Even as a voice inside me whispers that I’ll regret this, my body doesn’t care. It feels too good to stop.

Broderick wedges a third finger into me, the fit tight, but he’s showing no mercy. That’s fine. I don’t want any. I drag in a breath and then I’m coming, clamping down on his fingers hard enough to make him curse. He lets me ride his hand, Monroe’s mouth, for a several long beats before he slowly withdraws. He holds my gaze as he slides his fingers into his mouth, tasting me again. The fingers laced with mine in Monroe’s hair spasm. “Keep eating her out. Don’t stop until I do.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” And then Monroe’s tongue is inside me again, as if she wants to lick away every bit of my orgasm.