Page 31 of The Billionaires' Prize

Not ‘what amIgoing to do?’We. She said we.

And she doesn’t mean right this minute. I know what she’s asking. What are we going to do about the complicated situation she’s found herself in?

“May I?” I ask, lathering my hands with the expensive-smelling gel. No florals or fruits here. It’s complex and soft, with lots of notes that tease the senses.

Her right hand closes around my wrist, and her gaze searches mine. “Are you here, King? In this? I?—”

She licks her lips and ducks her chin.

I slip a foamy finger beneath her jaw and tip her face up. The uncertainty in her eyes, in the tiny wrinkles at the outer corners, slays me.

“I don’t think I could take it again,” she whispers. It’s a heartbreakingly honest confession. “You walking away, I mean. . .” She shakes her head, looking toward her bedroom door. The world is out there, waiting for her. And for me. For all four of us. “It could get messy.”

Apparently, I’m a sick bastard because the idea of Katherine Montgomery all messy really flips my switch.

Hello. New kink unlocked.

“I’m not asking for?—”

“Whatever you ask, Kat, the answer is yes.”

A long, silent moment stretches between us and hope flares bright inside her. She relaxes a little.

“Really?”

“Yes.”

Her eyes flick back and forth between mine, studying, searching. Then she stretches up, pulls me down, and presses her lips to mine.

I moan, hauling her closer. My dreams are finally coming true, and they’re better than I could have imagined. The way she sways against me, so comfortable and trusting, offering me her mouth. Her arms tighten around my neck, promising that this is, in fact, real, not a delicious figment of my tortured imagination.

I tighten my arms around her until she gives a tiny squeak of protest, never wanting to let her go. We live here now. Just the two of us in this amazing shower that’s the size of my sailboat.

Her fingers scratch my nape, sending a shiver down my spine. My cock flexes against her belly, and she smiles, then nips my lower lip.

I tip my forehead against hers, blinking. Gosh, she’s breathtaking, but then, I knew she would be. Beneath that polished exterior, she’s fire.

“You really like them, don’t you?” I watch for any hesitancy, any uncertainty, but there is none. She nods immediately, the corners of her mouth turning up in a shy smile.

“I do, shocking as it is.” She tips her head back into the stream, shivering as the heat chases away the chill. “I’ve always liked Alex. He’s so stoic and solid. Not judgmental. And Gabe. . .” She blows out a long sigh, shaking her head like shedoesn’t know where to start. “He challenges me. Makes me want to do better and be better and experience everything life has to offer.”

“Where do I fit in?” Anxiety sizzles over my skin.

She leans in close, hugging me tight. “You’re my joy. My confidant. My friend.”

It’s my turn to sigh. My hands slide down her back, finding a home just above the curve of her ass. “I don’t want to be your friend, Kat.”

She pulls back like I’ve poured ice water over her shoulders.

“Not just your friend,” I amend. “I want to be your lover, Wildfire. Your support system. Your everything.” I tip my head back and stare up at the ceiling. “That’s not even the half of it,” I admit. But I shouldn’t say more. This is so new, and I don’t want to scare her.

“Talk to me,” she says, her thumb drawing circles over my skin. I reach for her hands, stilling her. She can’t keep touching me like that. I’m a man on the edge of a cliff here. And yeah, I’m great with heights and?—

Focus.

“Do you really want three men in your life? Can you handle that?”

Her shrug is sweet, almost innocent.

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