NATHANIEL’S POV We didn't end up cooking. How could I? Not when Amelia started running her fingers over my biceps as I stirred what was in the pan. Or when Valerie wrapped her hands around me from behind, running her soft hands under my shirt. Fuck. Within a minute, I had turned around to look at her, a smirk pulling at my lips. “Impatient, are we?” I smirked, pulling her in for a kiss. Her lips molded against mine— soft and pliant. “Hm… We can leave the food for later…” She muttered, tugging at the hem of my dress. Amelia pressed against me, soft body molded to my back as she kissed my neck, sending rippling sensations down my spine. “Nathan…”God, they really were horny. I pulled away from them, flicking off the cooker before tugging my shirt up and over my head. I threw it to god knows where and turned to both women who were waiting expectantly. “On your knees,” I ordered, voice gruff. They wasted no time, dropping to the hard floor below. Valerie leaned forward, tugging my
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