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"A taste? Of me?" It's possible her voice squeaked on the last word.

Louis' hand slid to the back of Jillian's neck and he brought his mouth to her ear. "That's right, a taste of you. A kiss."

"And then what?" Jill may have been tipsy, but she was in control and she wanted answers, not assumptions. Were these guys asking what she thought they were asking?

Lou fisted and released the flaming hair at nape of her neck and her brain strained to stay engaged. Harry pressed into her more firmly and wrapped his arms around her middle, sliding a palm between her breasts.

"And then..." Louis rumbled in her ear.

"We want to fuck you. Together," breathed Harry. "In any way you'll allow us."

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