Meanwhile Tobias is out of breath, sweat soaking the front of his dress shirt. He seems thrown. Caught off guard. “I should have stopped sooner, but the more I licked it, the better it tasted. And love, it tasted like fucking paradise to begin with.” His eyes drift shut and he glides his tongue along the seam of his upper lip, remembering, savoring. “Already imagining next time, Elise.”

I can’t swallow. The need for release is making me dizzy.

Gabe is reaching for me and I want to go, but a deep, inner urge has me curling a hand around the back of Tobias’s neck and bringing him down for a kiss. It’s closed-mouthed and sweet, but it’s also breathless and there’s an unexpected jolt in the center of my chest. Tobias is startled by the kiss, a sound breaking off in his throat, but by the time he starts to take the kiss deeper, I’m pulling away, straddling Gabe while still holding Tobias’s hand, fingers clenched tightly together. He’s my comfort now? I couldn’t stand him twenty minutes ago—

Gabe surges up and captures my mouth in a hard kiss and there is nothing sweet about it. I’m bent backward over his thighs, our tongues tangling, his calloused palms scraping up my back, then downward to take rough hold of my bottom.

“I need to fuck you,” he says urgently against my mouth. “Please let me in, woman.”

It’s the please for me. It’s so Gabe. It endears him to me even as I’m reaching back, enfolding him in my grip and pressing him to my center. Sliding him up and back until he falls back onto the pillow, his ample muscle flexed and stark.

When I finally take him inside me, four moans fill the room.

Relieved, jealous, tortured, anxious, horny.

Those sentiments are all buried there, converging on me from all sides.

“Christ, I’ve been beating my cock until it’s sore thinking of you and I still won’t be able to hold it in,” Gabe hisses through his teeth. “Just can’t believe I’ve actually got my cock inside you. You’re warm and wet for me, too. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”

Gabe’s hips are already surging up between my spread thighs, entering me with hard thrusts and it’s utter euphoria. Apparently, I’ve never been properly prepared for sex in my life, because being filled has never, ever felt this mind-blowing. He’s big, but I’m so slick, it doesn’t feel uncomfortable. No. It’s the opposite. It’s like having my sense of taste returned after a decade without it. I’m burying my nails in his shoulders, dropping down on top of him and rocking my hips into his pumps, alternating between whimpering and sinking my teeth into his meaty shoulders.

He's expanding inside of me and we’re back to that place where he can’t take any more, like he was in the elevator. And there is a certain kind of gratification that comes with watching his eyes roll into the back of his head, his breathing pattern turns scattered, his fingers gripping my buns so tight, it would hurt if anything on this earth were capable of penetrating this lust. But nothing is. It’s the ultimate armor and a burden at the same time because I'm working, working, working my hips to get rid of it, Tobias's fingers growing tighter around mine, Banks’s mouth tracing up my spine and the lust starts to tear at me, the orgasm that approaches so wicked and wild that I’m almost terrified of it.