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"Okay?" She smiled. "So what's this whole second-best thing?"

Ethan scratched the side of his head. "You know, because they're exes and they share a special type of friendship."

"Okay, but we wouldn't do anything with each other without you in the room. It's only to please you," I rushed.

"Is it?" Lily frowned. "Well, that's no fun. You don't need my permission to fuck each other." She let the last three words roll off her tongue in a silky way that made me ravenous. Lily started walking toward me. "I want him to suffer a little bit." She turned to look at Ryan. "But not all the way. And when you're done, you can tell me all about it while you finger me." Her kiss made me melt and everyone else in the room disappeared.

"No, no. Not now. We have a breakfast reservation on the Eiffel Tower," Ethan moved in to separate us.

Ryan adjusted himself. Still in his boxers, I could see his arousal and his eyes saw no one else but her. Ethan kissed her neck and groaned.

Eric stroked his chest. "Yeah. We'll be late. And you said you were hungry."

"I did say that," Lily nodded, her stomach agreeing with her. "Film it so I can watch it later." She winked at me and smiled at Ryan before leaving the room.

"Right. So I guess it's decided then," Ethan grinned, hurrying after her.

"Sure we can't just fit a quickie in?" Eric checked the time on his phone.

"A quickie with the three of us? Yeah, right." Ethan blew air through his teeth.

"You're right. Well, guess it'll just have to be one of us, then." Eric took off ahead of him.

"Not if I make it to her first!" Ethan sped ahead.

"Lily! Make room for me in the shower!" Eric yelled.

"I've already showered!" She yelled back.

They both groaned, bumping into each other in the hallway while Ryan and I grinned.

Swallowing hard, I faced him. "You know I didn't agree to staying with you. Plus I meant what I said, you're a grown man. You'll have to be trusted to be left on your own without us worrying about what you're going to do next."

"Yes. I know," he sighed with his hands on his knees as he brought himself to his feet. "And I'm working on proving myself to you all again. But I wouldn't mind the company." He moved behind me and allowed his hardness to brush against me.

I fought not to bite my lip. "Cocky thinking that I would. As I said, we only fuck for Lily's pleasure." My breath hitched, so I had to cough to unblock my airway.

"Me too. And yours. And mine. Down to film it for her?" He smiled against my neck. I knew he did, because his low gravelly voice heckled me even though his lips didn't touch my skin. Then he pulled away and grinned. Devil. "Stop fighting it. You know you're in love with me." He slapped my ass before strolling his cocky ass to the bathroom.

Rolling my eyes, I slipped out for a quick run to the shops. Ethan wasn't the only one in a gift-giving mood. There was a time Ryan used to photograph me while fucking me and I knew Lily would eat that up, painting the images that might flood her soon, if I agreed to staying in Ryan's room. She'd need a whole new set of paint to get through them all, and well, Ryan would need a new camera.

Chapter 53

Lily

My heart was suspended in the air as l'ascenseur...ooh fancy!...took us from the ground floor past tourists climbing the hundreds of steps and snapping pictures. The long-standing metallic nuts and bolts held together seven thousand tonnes of wrought iron. Giant wheels turned as we went up to the second floor, which was over three hundred feet off the ground, by the way. The lattice framework made it easy to see everything at once: the mechanics, the people, and Paris growing smaller and smaller beneath our feet.

Ethan had ensured a private elevator. Ryan kept smiling at me when our eyes met before looking away at his phone. Though there was room in the lift, we were all close together. Ethan's thumb was stroking the back of my hand, Eric was holding the other, and Matt was perched against the glass behind me, as he claimed he was enjoying the view. I couldn't look at him.

Despite how strong the construction claimed to be, I couldn't stop myself from thinking something was going to break. Which was nerve-wracking and romantic all at the same time. I know. It's weird. But the tension from our earlier chat was still very much ripe, and the intrusive idea that we could somehow collapse to our death was creating quite the rhythm in my chest and belly. And that was competing with the flutter against my clit. I kept imagining that Ryan wasn't just looking at me, but he was also looking at Matt behind me, and the thought of that made me want to feel them all inside me.

There wasn't a chance in hell of that happening though. I loved my life more than I savored making love to my men. I love my life. Huh. That's a hell of a thing to say. I wouldn't say I hated living before. At some point, I didn't want to die. But I wasn't exactly in love with living either. I was taking it day by day. As my heart breathes a new breath, however, I find myself yearning for the next moment, the next day I want to spend with my men. Not ready for it all to end yet. Interesting.

"You okay?" Ryan mouthed when he looked up at me again.

I nodded and smiled.

"It's okay, I used to get a little queasy in the beginning too," he smiled back.

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