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The moisture from my mouth disappears, my pussy getting wetter with every passing second.

“Quinn,” Beck says.

I jump at the sudden shift of attention toward me. His brown eyes appear near black, and he still holds Noah’s jaw between his fingers.

“Is it okay if we abandon the game for now?”

I swallow and attempt to moisturize my mouth so I can speak. “Do you have something else in mind?”

His smirk grows wider, and the devious promise in his features sends a zap of electricity to my clit.

“Would you like to find out why Noah and I used a safe word?”

I’m nodding before I’ve even thought it through.

“Is that a yes?” he asks. “I need verbal confirmation.”

“That’s a yes.”

Beck hums before he looks back at Noah and puckers my husband’s cheeks with his fingers. “Repeat the safe word you and Quinn chose.”

“Furby,” he responds, the word warped by Beck’s touch.

“You’ll both have to tell me that story later,” Beck muses.

“If you want,” I reply.

He nods, his attention now on me while still holding Noah’s face. “The same goes for you, Quinn. If at any time you don’t like anything, Furby stops it. Green to keep going, yellow to slow down.”

“I understand. And the same goes for you.”

Adoration fills Beck’s features, like it’s the first time someone has considered him in that way. It makes me sad but happy that I made sure to include him. He deserves to be cared for, especially when it seems he’s always doing that for others.

“Understood,” he says, eyes slipping back to Noah. He grips the other man’s face tighter before he leans down and nips at his open lips. “You’re going to do everything I say, aren’t you, Noah?”

“Yes, Beck.”

“Even if it hurts?”

“Even if it hurts,” he repeats.

“Stay put.” Beck stands to his full height, and Noah doesn’t move from his kneeling position. I stop breathing as Beck approaches.

He sits on the couch and pulls me to him. I gasp in surprise, the sound swallowed by his lips on mine. He grips the back of my skull and devours me.

This kiss is similar to the one he gave Noah in the gym. Beck’s dominant and overwhelming, and he tastes like the sweet mint from before.

He moans when our tongues tangle together, his blunt nails on my scalp sending a shiver up my spine. He doesn’t pull away until our lips are swollen and we’re both panting for air.

“If your mouth is this addicting, pretty girl, I can’t wait to eat your pussy.”

My clit pulses, and I go in for another kiss, but Beck stops me. I pout, my lower lip jutting out pathetically.

“Patience.” He chuckles. “We need to teach Noah a lesson first.”

“What kind of lesson?”

“A reminder of what happens when your mouth gets the best of you. Would you like to help me?”