“She’s so fucking wet,” Tristan growls. Jameson chuckles darkly into my mouth without breaking our kiss, and somehow that is the most deliciously sexy thing he could ever do. Tristan’s fingers wrench my thighs apart sharply, and this time I manage to tear away and peer down at him. He kneels before me like a peasant before a queen, and Jameson’s hands slip down to cup the backs of my thighs in a bruising hold. With one upward jerk, he yanks me up and simultaneously spreads my legs wide for Tristan’s viewing pleasure. I yelp at the sudden suspension of my body, but Jameson is strong, and
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