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She still had her prizes to claim, after all. Actually, as he would learn once he could finally think straight again, he still hadhisprize to claim.

After his clean-up, Tess retrieved glasses of water for them both. Dropping herself on the couch beside him, breastspressing into him, Liam realized that he’d completely failed to take advantage of her topless state while she’d sucked him off. Clicking his teeth together, annoyed at himself, he started making up for lost time.

Chuckling, Tess gave him about a minute to indulge in his fun before catching his wrists. Smiling as she held them at bay, she said, “There’ll be plenty of time for that. Let me see your phone again, please.”

Once she had it in hand, Tess opened the most recent recording. Liam’s recovery accelerated. Were they going to watch it together?

The answer—this time—ended up being no. Instead, Tess rapidly scrolled toward the end, then began looking for when exactly he’d climaxed. He’d let the recording go on for another fifteen seconds before ending it. So, the recording’s time of 7:49 was technically wrong. Apparently. Tess informed him of this fact after confirming just when he’d begun unloading his cum into her throat.

“So, it’s seven-thirty-four.” Her eyes gleamed. “Not too bad. And it’s certainly a beatable time, so there can—and should—be a bit of back and forth.” She smiled. “I’ll end up with the best time down the road, of course.”

Liam nodded dumbly, unsure if she was complimenting him or herself. His confusion grew when Tess pulled outherphone.

“Here. Post the number—and only that number.”

He didn’t accept her phone, but he did glance at the screen. Tess’s messages were open. Specifically, thegroup channelbetween him, her, andAvrilwas open.

Liam’s eyes widened into a pair of saucers.

“You can choose not to,” Tess said, still proffering her phone. “But this is your prize. You took my king, so you can begin… something competitive.”

Tess loved her timers. Understanding dawned on him. He hadn’t realized that the recording wasn’t the only part of it. The timer at the top had always been a key element of his prize, even if he hadn’t realized it. He did now. He almost felt winded by it, yet what his mind couldn’t handle, his body could. His cock started to stiffen up, aware of what Tess was setting into motion.

“You sure?”

Tess nodded. “Butonlythe timer. Nothing else. No sharing that video, not via text or in person. Understood?”

“Yeah,” Liam said. He finally took Tess’s phone. With slightly trembling fingers, he typed in just three numbers and one symbol. Staring at it for a moment, heart racing, he hit send.

7:34

His phone buzzed. So did someone else’s.

The first recorded time entered their group message. Far, far from the last.

Chapter Twelve

Her Love

After allowing him to send that message through her phone, Tess didn’t let either of them check to see if Avril responded for the next several hours. Ultimately, Liam couldn’t mind too much. After all, the prizes Tess claimed more than distracted him from waiting to see how Avril would reply. Would she even understand what that message meant?

It was an answer he’d end up waiting on far longer than he would have expected. In the throes of passion with Tess, who pulled him up to her bedroom for the entire course of their Valentine’s Day lovemaking, thoughts of Avril’s anticipated response fled to the back of his mind. With the woman of his dreams urging him on, Liam pushed his sexual stamina to their limits.

The final round of this raucous string of lovemaking began with Tess wiggling her hips seductively at him as he sat in a heap on her floor—they’d ended up moving off her bed pretty quickly, all things considered. He’d thought himself drained by the three rounds they’d already gone before then, unable to get up from the ground, much less reviving his cock’s stiffness.

A stupid thought. The sight of Tess, covered in sweat, blue eyes burning salaciously, beckoning him to rise, had revived him as surely as a shot of adrenaline. Climbing to his feet, gelatinous muscles wobbling dangerously, he’d aligned his cock to her tight, cum-soaked pussy and fucked her from behind until theybothcollapsed under the weight of their final shared orgasm of the night.

And that, at long last, was enough for them both.

“I feel thoroughly satisfied,” Tess whispered. They’d both rolled onto their sides, facing one another as they lay on her bed, which had a serious need for a change in sheets. Just as the two of them desperately needed showers. And some serious hydration. Even as Liam smiled in response, he felt how cracked and dry his throat felt. The water in him was now outside, sticking to his skin, much of it dried. Too much. It left him feeling physically exhausted and feeling a little gross.

It was barely a blip on his radar, however. The emotional joy within him was practically bursting.

“For a Valentine’s Day that isn’t on Valentine’s Day,” Tess continued, reaching out a hand to cup his cheek, “it might just be my favorite.”

“Until next year’s,” Liam said.

“Which might also be on a weekday,” Tess said, chuckling. “I’ll have to get used to these alternative Valentine’s Days. For a little while, at least.”