I approached the bed. "Now it's your turn. I'm going to undress you, slowly."

He paused with a shrug. "Okay." He didn't seem convinced, but he wasn't stopping me, so I got to it.

I made him sit up and tugged on his shirt, slowly inching it up his body and over his head. His approving grunts told me how much he enjoyed that. I needed to get Chuck naked already, so I pulled him to his feet and unzipped his pants. I got them down his legs as slowly as possible, the two of us grinning the entire way. Chuck stood there in his briefs, with one hand resting over his crotch. I'd seen what he had down there and knew I was in for a treat.

I couldn't wait another second. Given how quickly I'd watched gangs of women pass through the bedroom with Chuck, I was surprised at how patient he was being. But patience was no longer a virtue, so instead of a slow tease with his underwear, I grabbed the sides and yanked them straight down his legs. He let them go, but his hand still covered the good stuff. That wouldn't do. So I pulled his arm away to get at the only thing that could satisfy me.

But something was wrong.

He was limp, completely not turned on. I stood up and looked into his clearly embarrassed eyes. "What's wrong, Chuck?"

"I. . . I don't know if I can do this."

"Why not? Am I doing something wrong?"

"It's not you. I just need more than one girl, more than one thing happening at a time. That gets me going."

What could I say? We were done before we began. I could never be enough for Chuck unless I shared him. After staring for a minute, I stepped away from the bed, defeated. "Okay, never mind."

"We could find some more groupies. . ."

I blew out a long breath. "I don't think so." Even though I was pretty turned on by this point, I knew it was time to give up. If some sexy woman waltzed in here and immediately got him hard I'd be devastated. Reluctantly, I dressed and wandered to the living room in a daze.

Gabe and River were gone. Buck looked up from the living room table, shook his head darkly, then marched right by me and into his cubicle. Before climbing up, he turned to the bedroom door and glared at Chuck. "I hope you're happy, fucker."

Chuck got dressed and managed to make it past Buck without starting a fight. Then he collapsed on the sofa with a whispered, "Sorry."




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