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“Seven hours. Upstairs. Both of you. Now.”

Chapter 40

Victor

Lili’ssuitcasesitsatthe bottom of the stairs. I avoid looking at it as I follow both women up, but it’s practically screaming at me. This feels like goodbye, and I hate it. But it can’t be. I won’t let this be goodbye. Grace is right, Lili needs time. I’ll give that to her, but if she’s not back in my bed… in our bed soon, I will hunt her down and bring her back.

I shut the bedroom door behind us, turning the lock despite no one else being in the house. It’s more of an attempt to keep the outside world at bay for a while longer.

Grace and Lili are both silent, watching me as I watch them. Grace stands near the window, afternoon light catching the ends of her curls. Lili is a few feet away, near the bed, her gaze darting back and forth between Grace and me.

Grace reaches for the waistband of her skirt, shoving it over her hips, her panties moving with it. I step toward her and catch her wrist. “Slowly. I want to enjoy watching you.”

She stills, then nods and moves to pull her shirt off instead. Lili holds my gaze for a moment before she reaches up and pulls the pins from her hair, letting the long locks cascade over her shoulders. Then she starts on the buttons of her blouse, taking her time, her eyes never leaving me.

I step back so I have a better view of both of them, leaning against my dresser, arms folded, ankles crossed.

Grace folds her shirt and sets in on the chair in the corner. Lili is less careful with hers, letting it drop to the floor. But when she catches my expression, she picks it up and drapes it over the arm of the chair. Close enough.

When Grace reaches back to unhook her bra, I cross to her and do it myself. I slide the straps down her arms and take my time about it. Her skin is so soft beneath my palms. I could touch her for hours. She exhales slowly as I turn her so her back is to me. I press a kiss to the back of her neck, and delight in the shiver it elicits.

“Good. Keep going,” I say, squeezing her shoulders.

I move to Lili next. She is watching me with an expression I’ve come to recognize. The one that says she’s trying to decide how much to give me. I reach out and tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. She tilts her head slightly into my hand. That tells me what I need to know. My Spitfire isn’t feeling so fiery today.

Her bra is already off, so I reach for the button of her slacks, and finish undressing her. As I kneel at her feet to help her step out of them, I glance up at her, and her eyes soften a fraction.

“I do like you being on your knees for me, Vic,” she teases quietly.

I’m tempted to tell her that’s where I’ll continue to be if she stays, but both of us would see straight through that lie.

When they’re both naked, I strip off my shirt and drape it over Lili’s. I take a moment to drink them in, standing together, naked and ready for me. My heart clenches at the thought that this could be the last time the three of us are together like this. But I quickly silence it. Now isn’t the time to be thinking like that.

I point to the ottoman in front of the chair. “Lili, sit there.”

As she does, I put my hands on Grace’s shoulders, and guide her to stand in front of Lili. Then I nudge her to her knees.

She doesn’t hesitate. She looks up at Lili for direction, and Lili shifts forward toward the edge of the ottoman, spreading her legs. “You know what I like, lover,” she murmurs, brushing a curl from Grace’s eyes.

That is all Grace needs.

I move in behind Grace, standing so I can pet her hair as she pleases Lili. My mind wanders to the clock. Less than seven hours until Lili gets on a plane and without knowing when she’ll return.

Fuck. I can’t keep watching the clock. My girls deserve better. This isn’t goodbye forever, I remind myself as Grace’s tongue darts out to lick Lili’s smooth pussy for the first time.

I’m going to let Lili go for now, but she’s not leaving here without knowing exactly what will be waiting for her when she returns to us.

I slide my hand into Grace’s hair and hold her steady with a dominant twist that pulls at her scalp the way she enjoys. She whimpers against Lili’s slick folds, but doesn’t stop. Lili tips her head back, one hand drifting to rest on Grace’s head, eyes closing.

“That’s it, keep going,” I tell Grace as I crouch down behind her, letting go of her hair as I move.

I reach between Grace’s thighs, finding her soaked. Not surprising. My butterfly likes eating pussy as much as I do.

I work slow circles against her clit and keep the pace unhurried. She pushes back against my hand with a quiet moan, lifting her head from Lili’s cunt momentarily.

My hand stops, and I smack her ass hard. “Stay still. Focus on your Goddess,” I command. “You’re here to serve.”

Then I’m circling her clit again. This time, she keeps her mouth on Lili, but she’s squirming against my hand.