"Camden's got that voice," Ezra said one night as they closed the café, wiping mugs and pressing their bodies too close in the tiny kitchen.
"What voice?" Lina played dumb.
Ezra leaned against her, smirking. "The kind that makes you wanna kneel and disobey."
She dropped a cup.
Ezra laughed. "Relax, sunshine. I won't steal your daddy crush. Unless you share."
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Camden didn't miss much.
He saw the stolen glances between Lina and Ezra. Saw the way their laughter spilled into the walls like warm wine. And maybe he should've stopped it.
But he didn't.
All he does is watch until one day he caught them kissing....
And when he caught them kissing behind the stacks that afternoon—Lina's hands gripping Ezra's belt, Ezra pressed against the poetry shelf—he didn't interrupt.
He just… stood there.
Until Ezra looked over Lina's shoulder and said, "Join us or close your damn eyes."
Camden didn't close them.
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They didn't speak much.
Ezra pulled Camden in first—hands on his collar, mouth hungry, whispering, "You've thought about this,and you've been in my head all along".
Camden tasted like coffee and guilt. Lina was sandwiched between them, dizzy with it all—Ezra's laugh against her throat, Camden's palm against the bare curve of her thigh.
"No one comes back here this late," she gasped as Camden undid the buttons on her shirt.
"Except us," Ezra whispered, dropping to his knees.
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Ezra's tongue traced a path from Lina's inner thigh to the hollow of her hip, his breath shaky.
Camden watched—then knelt too, taking Lina's hand and pressing it to his chest. His pulse thundered beneath her palm. "Still want this?" he asked.
Lina nodded. "Don't stop please."
He kissed her slowly—achingly—while Ezra pulled her panties aside and tasted her like something he'd craved all week.
Lina moaned into Camden's mouth, thighs trembling, hips rolling into Ezra's tongue.
Camden's hands moved over her belly, her breasts, possessive but gentle, like he was learning her by feel.
Then Ezra looked up, lips wet. Smiled to Camden, driving him nuts immediately..
And then Camden grabbed Ezra by the head guided his mouth to his cock like a possessive dominant...
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The older man exhaled, low and broken,pulled out of Ezra's mouth while his hands still played on Lina's like a professional pianist turning her to a moaning mess....
He leaned down, kissed Ezra without hesitation tasting himself on Ezra....
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They moved like smoke.
Ezra behind her now, his fingers sliding inside her as she leaned into Camden's chest, lips slick, eyes unfocused.
"Please," Lina whispered.
Camden's hand guided Ezra. "Slow. She likes the build."
And so they did—taking her to the edge, letting her fall, again and again, until her knees gave out and they carried her to the couch in the back.
Ezra's pants were undone.
Camden's belt was discarded on the floor.
She took them both in, one hand on each chest, moaning when they met in a kiss above her head.
Ezra couldn't because he was craving Camden so badly, "I want you inside of me right now" he whispered
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They stayed until morning.
Lina curled between them. Camden's fingers in her hair. Ezra asleep with a hand still resting on her hip.
No one spoke of love.
Only of need.
And maybe that was enough—for now.