Page 116 of Priceless

Igroaned softly as I came to consciousness. After the orgasms and the jetlag, it was the kind of sleep where you woke and felt like you’d been in a fairytale that lasted a hundred years. Like dark tendrils of sleep still clung to your body trying to drag you down.

Cam had taken me to bed, but I barely remembered it. What I felt now was multiple bodies around mine. Including someone laying on me, arm slung across my legs, head on my ass.

Moving slowly, I peeked over my shoulder and found Everett there. The fuzzy robe I was still wrapped in had been pushed up around my waist, baring my skin. He was naked too, aside from his watch, the symbols tattooed along his spine stretching down his naked back.

Even though I’d been careful, he moved too, one hand squeezing my upper thigh to tell me he was awake.

“Are you using my ass as a pillow?”

A low, dark chuckle. “I love your ass. Is there a reason I shouldn’t?” He grazed a bite over my skin. “It was too tempting, little nymph.”

He pulled me down to him, away from the pillows and where my hands were still tangled with Cam’s. “If you hadn’t been dead to the world, I would have shown you.”

“I don’t remember you coming back.”

“You were very very asleep. And given the broken toy, I can guess why.” Everett kissed me before I could flush with embarrassment. “I’m jealous,” he whispered.

“You absolutely should be,” Cam said. “Fucking glorious is what it was. Ocean?—”

“Cam.”

Soft laughter, and I felt the mattress move before his face appeared above mine, nearly pushing Rett out of the way. “You want to keep that a secret, sweetheart? They’re going to find out eventually. Even if I have to give them a demonstration.”

“Now you have to tell us,” Everett said, eyes gleaming.

“If it’s that you’ve agreed to be the star of our next lingerie campaign, then I whole-heartedly agree,” Micah said from across the bed. “I’m already designing the collection in my head, princess.”

I rolled so I could bury my face in the comforter. “You’re all the worst.”

Keeping his arms around me, Everett laughed quietly as he kissed my hair. “And you’re adorable when you’re embarrassed. I love teasing you. But I hope you know that’s all it is.”

I did know that. It was the reason I wasn’t falling apart. Because it wasn’t something they meant to tear me into pieces. If anything, their teasing was building me up into things I wasn’t ready for. “I know.”

He stroked my hair until I stopped hiding my face, peeking up at him. “What’s your secret, nymph?”

“I don’t think I can say it.”

Everett’s gaze rose to where Cam sat.

“Ocean squirted all over me while I was using the wand on her, and despite the toy breaking, I can’t wait to make her do it again.” He sounded so fucking casual.

“Fucking hell,” Everett growled, the sound morphing into a purr. “I can’t believe I was buttering up celebrities and missed that.”

“They had to change the bed,” I murmured. “Mortifying.”

His eyes hardened. “Did they say something? Tell me if they did.”

“No.” I shook my head. “But they would obviously know.”

Soft sounds drew my gaze toward the bedroom door, startling me. Cam kissed my forehead where he looked at me upside down. “Breakfast.”

Everett playfully glared at me when I made him let me up, but he did let me, staring at where I fixed the robe. Everything in his gaze told me he’d eat me for breakfast. But I was hungry for actual food, and the rest would absolutely come later.

The elevator door was closing as I pushed the bedroom door open. A gorgeous spread of food lay waiting on a table by the windows overlooking the canal, including a giant basket of blueberry muffins and only blueberry muffins.

Micah must have asked them for them specifically. I made coffee before taking the muffin and some butter over to the windows. The morning was bright and cheery, the aqua of the water so much more vibrant than it had been when we arrived. This city was beautiful.

If we were not leaving for Grecia, I would ask to stay here and explore. Hopefully we could come back.

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