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the thin wood wall.
    Tension coiled through him, hot and ready to strike at a
moment’s notice. He was ready to burst, but not yet.
    Too soon.
    Too unsatisfying.
    And Dade Ellingson was all about getting satisfaction.
    Genevieve’s voice sounded in a low groan, the tone changing
toward the end as it faded. Judging by the low sound of steady movement coming
through the wall, Dade knew Tony was fucking her in earnest. The image of Tony
standing over her, plunging inside her wet heat while his hands gripped her
hips in order to hold her in place caused Dade to shudder.
    Ah, god, why was he punishing himself?
    His strokes quickened and he fucked his hand as he listened
to Tony’s pace increase. Genevieve’s cries grew louder, her words a melodic
cadence as she started to beg Tony to fuck her harder. Finish her off. Make her
come. It all ran together into unintelligible sentences. Dade loved it when
someone wasn’t afraid to use their voice to tell a partner exactly what they
wanted.
    Hearing a subbie beg was one of the most decadent sounds in
the world.
    Tony’s deep laugh reverberated through Dade, touching off
new fires as he listened to the man teach Genevieve about denial. Dade could
almost smell the scent of their sweat. See it dripping slowly down the line of Tony’s
spine as he worked slowly, driving in and out of Genevieve’s cunt with measured
strokes.
    Drawing out their pleasure. Lifting her up then letting her
slowly drift down in a slow decent only to repeat the process. Muscles moved
and bunched, the rhythm hypnotic. Taunting. Teasing.
    Pleading.
    He matched their pace, listening as the bedsprings continued
to squeak. As the pace increased, so did Dade.
    Genevieve gave a high-pitched scream that shifted to a long,
drawn-out moan broken by Tony’s unrelenting thrusts. Metal scraped against wood
as the bed rocked from the force of their lovemaking.
    Tony growled deep and loud, their sounds of release merging
as one to course hot through Dade’s body with surprising force. His voice
joined the symphony as his climax punched hard and vicious through him.
    He came with a loud shout, his fingers digging into the wood
paneling to leave small half-moon imprints as the orgasm ripped from him. His
hand slowed as his legs began to shake. His entire body jerked a few times from
the aftershocks radiating from his dick.
    His throat ached from the fast staccato breaths. From the
near-roars he’d bitten back. He pushed away from the wall, swaying a moment
before regaining his bearings. Staggering on weak legs, he collapsed on the
bed, exhausted and spent.
    Had they heard him?
    Probably too busy with themselves to care.
    He shrugged, curling up on his side in bed again and
dismissing the fact he’d been louder than intended. Had lost control more than
he liked because of the power of the moment. What he couldn’t dismiss was the
fact it hadn’t just been Genevieve’s ass he’d thought about when he’d come.
Tony’s ass was right there beside hers.
    So much for keeping his distance.
    And for moving out.
    * * * * *
    Tony rubbed his hands over his face as the scent of coffee
woke him. Blinking a few times, he found Genevieve standing beside the bed
holding two mugs of coffee. She gestured toward him with a cup imprinted with a
cartoonish image of Iron Man rifling through a box of comics and the phrase “I
have plenty of issues” scrawled across the top.
    “Morning, sleepyhead.”
    Sitting up, he pulled the sheets around his waist.
“Morning.” He took the offered cup, wrapped his hands around the ceramic and
breathed deeply. “Smells wonderful. As always.” She’d always had a touch with
the coffee he never seemed to be able to duplicate. Maybe Patrick or Alex had
taught her. Whoever had was a genius with the beans.
    Genevieve sat onto the bed, facing him while she drank from
her cup. She’d slipped into her favorite oversized sleep shirt, a white cotton
shirt with “Food Porn” blazed across the front in