Myla's stomach tighten at his words, the embers of her first climax flaring back to life. Hayden pulled his fingers out, slick and wet, and replaced them with the head of the vibrating wand, pressing it deep against her swollen entrance.

Beck dipped his head lower, his mouth finding her other nipple. Unlike Jared’s demanding suckling, Beck’s was slow and tender, a teasing graze.

“She tastes good, doesn’t she?” Hayden murmured. “Look at him, Myla. Tell him what you want him to ...