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continued her assault on his nipple, plucking it with her teeth and
flicking her tongue over it. “Pearce…”
    “Mmm?”
    “I think you should explore your wants with Mitch. If it
brings pleasure to you both, why not?”
    He went still. Cupping her face in his hands, he drew her
head up to look at him. “Would it bring you pleasure, Ellie?”
    “Knowing you were getting off? Hell yes it does. It makes me
all squirmy.” As if to prove it, she wriggled on the stool. “Baby, I want you
to play. And if you come home and talk dirty to me while we fuck, all the
better.”
    “What about that fantasy we just shared? The double
penetration.”
    She clasped his fingers and drew them to her breast. “Four
hands are better than two. And two cocks are better than one.”
    * * * * *
    The low drone of the ceiling fan filtered into Mitch’s
senses. He stared at the spinning blades and sank farther into the downy
pillows supporting his head. But he didn’t really see his surroundings. Wasn’t
really rooted here.
    He was back in that steam room with Pearce.
    For months he’d been unable to get his chief out of his
mind. When Pearce barked orders as they scrambled to answer a 9-1-1 call, the
hair on Mitch’s body stood on end. A single glance from Pearce made his blood
course powerfully through his veins and his cock rigid as hell.
    Lately he’d felt Pearce’s gaze on him and hoped it was
because he was starting to return Mitch’s interest. Today he had become sure of
it.
    Mitch’s cock bounced against his abs and he grabbed the head
and squeezed. Reliving their moment in the sauna today was the only way to get
his chief out of his blood long enough to get some shut-eye.
    The scent of Pearce’s personal musk seemed to encompass
Mitch as he stroked his cock from tip to root. The way the man’s body glistened
with a sheen of sweat. A faint ruddiness that claimed his face as he watched
Mitch come undone.
    Running his fingertip along the sensitive underside of his
shaft, Mitch let go of his inner battle and let himself feel. Fuck, seeing
Pearce’s long cock in his hand, stroking together, bonding over a primal urge…
Mitch’s balls clenched up tight to his body, growing heavier with the need to
blow.
    Images flitted through his head like snapshots. A carefree,
crooked smile on his chief’s face. The ridges of his abs hidden beneath his
tight-fitting Firehouse 5 t-shirt. The tense splay of his legs as he came—
    With a guttural growl, Mitch released. Hot fluid creamed
over his knuckles and splattered on his stomach. He watched it come, but could
think only of Pearce’s juices. How the tip of Pearce’s cock had spurted for a
long minute, nearly driving Mitch mad with want.
    He fell back against the mattress with a harsh cry and let
the aftershocks run through him. Damn, this wasn’t the first time he’d thought
of Pearce while masturbating, but it was sure as hell better now that he wasn’t
left to his own imagination.
    What had spurred his chief to have a mutual jack-off session
today? Better yet—would he do it again?
    Tomorrow they shared another shift. Cutting people from the
mangled ruins of cars and hosing down gasoline fires were things they shared.
All the men did. But for Mitch, he also felt a connection with Pearce that went
beyond that of friendship or camaraderie. He wanted him in all ways.
    Coming home to face his apartment today had never felt so
lonely. At least Pearce wasn’t alone—he got to go home to that stunning vixen
of a wife. Hell, how many times had Mitch fantasized about Ellie too? Of seeing
her in that tiny top that rode just above her jeans, revealing a band of flesh
that had made Mitch hard for hours?
    A tingle of regret ran through him. Something inside him
said nothing besides a good jack-off session could ever happen between him and
Pearce because it would be a betrayal of Ellie. Mitch liked and respected her
too much for that.
    He rolled onto his side and grasped the coverlet,