Chapter Thirty: Endless Indulgence

They weren’t done with him.

Not even close.

Vivian grabbed his wrist, her grip firm, commanding. “Come on, Reyes. We’re not finished with you yet.”

Elena laughed softly, pressing a final kiss against his jaw before standing up, pulling him with them toward the bed.

“We’ve been generous,” she teased, her fingers grazing down his bare chest, “but now it’s our turn to be properly satisfied.”

Vivian hummed, a slow, indulgent sound as she walked toward the bed, her hips swaying deliberately.

“We want to be ruined, Reyes,” she murmured, her gaze flickering back over her shoulder, “left marked by you.”

Daniel let out a slow breath, his pulse still hammering from the first round, but the hunger, the desire, was still there, burning just as hot.

Daniel’s gaze dragged over her, his breath hitching just slightly.

Vivian chuckled, not missing his reaction. “Surprised, Reyes?”

Daniel let out a low, rough breath, his lips curling. “I’ll admit, I underestimated you, Senator.”

Vivian smirked, unhooking her garter belt next, letting it drop before finally stepping out of her thong, her body nothing but soft curves and sharp edges.

“Mmm,” she murmured, stepping toward him, her palm dragging down his chest. “I do enjoy proving men wrong.”

Elena chuckled, grabbing his chin, tilting his head toward her.

“Are you going to stand there and admire us all night, Reyes?”

Daniel exhaled sharply, his hands itching to touch, his body thrumming with anticipation.

He smirked, his voice rough. “I think I’m ready to take charge.”

Vivian laughed, stepping even closer, her lips grazing his ear.

“Then prove it.”

Daniel had always been a man of instinct, and right now, his instincts pulled him toward Elena first.

She was familiar.

She was warm.

She was the first to kiss him, to tease him, to unbutton his shirt and press her lips to his skin.

So, he followed that instinct.

He reached for her, his large hands finding the weight of her breasts, squeezing, appreciating.

Elena smirked, her dark eyes flickering with amusement as she shot a look toward Vivian.

“Told you he’d come to me first.”

Vivian arched a brow, unimpressed.

“You always did have a knack for throwing yourself at trouble, Elena.”

Daniel chuckled, dragging his thumb over Elena’s sensitive skin, watching as her breath hitched, as she let her head tip back.

Elena hummed, pleased with herself, pleased with him. And then She straddled him then, slow and sure, her body curving around his as she guided herself over him.

Her cry of pleasure filled the room. It was a sharp, glorious sound that left no room for misinterpretation.

She shifted slowly at first, letting him keep his hands on her as she settled over him. His palms gripped her hips, reverent but possessive, as his lips found her breasts, his tongue tracing the curve of one with aching patience.

“God,” he whispered against her skin. “These are divine.”

Elena hummed, pleased, threading her fingers through his hair and guiding him where she wanted him. She arched into his mouth, the soft gasp that escaped her lips a reward.

Daniel had always been a man who could take control when needed, but Elena was not the sort to surrender it easily. She began to move, a slow, deliberate roll of her hips that made his hands tighten and a curse slip from his mouth.

“Jesus, Elena—”

“Hmm?” she purred, feigning innocence, but her eyes gleamed with challenge.

“Careful, Elena,” Vivian said from nearby, her voice a cool thread of silk across the heated air. “We don’t want to wear him out too quickly.”

She stood just beside the bed now, completely bare except for a thin silver chain at her neck and the black thong she twirled lazily on one finger taunting him, testing him.

Daniel’s gaze found her.

His eyes trailed down the length of her—those high, pert breasts, smaller than Elena’s but no less exquisite, the dusky rose of her nipples tight with arousal. His gaze traveled lower, over her taut stomach, the subtle definition in her waist, and then to the place between her legs.

To where her arousal glistened in the low light, unmistakable.

He swallowed hard.

Vivian smirked, clearly enjoying the effect. “Like what you see, counselor?”

Daniel didn’t answer.

He didn’t need to.

“I hope you didn’t forget about me, counselor.”