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“Breathe,” I tell them both. “Find each other again.”

Noah switches to her other breast, lightly massaging it as the hand in her panties moves in a slow and methodic rhythm. Quinn doesn’t settle, and Noah notices.

“More pressure,” I say.

Noah doesn’t question why I’ve given him a command. He follows it like the good boy he sometimes is. Quinn moans, a silent yes falling from her reddened lips.

“Praise her,” I say.

“You’re so good for us, Sunshine. I can’t wait to taste your release on my fingers.”

Us. The hair on the back of my neck rises. He just said “us”—and I don’t think either of them realize it.

Quinn moans louder, arching her body in need, the eye mask slipping upward from the motion.

“Give her more,” I pant.

Noah does, the two of us working as a team to make his wife come.

“You love this,” Noah remarks to her. “You’re so wet.” He shifts his fingers to make a point, and he must be inside her because I hear how wet she is. The dirty squelch is like erotic music, and Noah and I are the conductors.

Quinn writhes in his arms, lips parted on an O. The mask slips up further to reveal her eyes, and she blinks to adjust to the light, her pleasure-filled gaze connecting with mine.

And she comes. Violently.

Noah holds her to his body by her cunt and breast, her head tossing back as she cries out, her pleasure bouncing off the walls alongside the frequency tones of the music still playing. She comes like someone who’s having the first orgasm of their life, the skin of her chest and cheeks turning a rose color, her curved body shaking with the shocks of her orgasm.

Noah works her through it without any guidance, and by the time she’s come down, her muscles twitching with aftershocks, there’s a tear running down her cheek.

Noah removes his hand with the silenced vibrator from her underwear and shifts so he can see her better. It’s the first time he’s noticed her eye mask has slipped. He darts his gaze between the two of us, and I don’t need him to speak it to know that he realizes she was looking at me.

He can’t know when or for how long, but he swallows, the energy of the room shifting now that the experience is over and everyone’s logical brains are coming back online.

Noah wipes away the tear from Quinn’s cheek with his dry hand and removes the mask the rest of the way. “You okay?”

She nods. “Yeah. That was—”

“—sexy as hell,” he finishes for her.

Quinn swallows. “I didn’t expect that.”

“Me, either. But it’s what we came here for, right?”

“Right.”

Noah lifts his eyes to mine, raising his hand that’s glistening with Quinn’s arousal. “Thanks for your guidance, Beck.” He brings his middle and pointer finger to his lips, and I don’t stop looking as he tastes her cum as he promised, a soft moan escaping his throat as he does.

It’s lewd and possessive, his way of saying that whatever happened, he was still the one who made her come. He still belongs to her just like she belongs to him, even if he uttered the word us.

Quinn turns the color of a red rose, but by the way her body twitches, I know his action turned her on again. I can’t deny that I liked it, too, even if I shouldn’t. My cock pulses just as the gong’s muffled brass clang rings through the bungalow walls.

Quinn jumps like she did yesterday, and I stand, happy to have an excuse to leave and get my head on straight again.

“You both did well today,” I say, keeping my voice steady. “The bathroom is down the hall on the left if you’d like to clean up. I need to check in with the other mentors. I’ll see you both tomorrow.”

“Thank you, Beck,” Quinn replies, her voice hoarse from her earlier cries.

“You’re welcome.”