Page 98 of The Billionaires' Prize

None of that matters when I’m with them.

And crazily enough, I’m okay with that.

Gabe’s fingers glide over my knees, up the inside of my thighs, easing them apart. “Do you need something, Princess?”

My clit tingles at the intent in his eyes.

He pushes the skirt of my dress higher and higher, exposing me to his gaze. To all of them.

King wraps an arm around my right knee, pulling it tight against his chest. Gabe stretches his right leg as far as he can, pressing against the back of the seat as he reaches into his pocket.

He pulls out a phone.

Kingston’s phone.

“Come for us again.”

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GABE

The four of us cramming ourselves in the back seat of Alex’s SUV is wild and reckless.

I don’t hate it.

How could I when the long, lean line of Kingston’s hot AF body is smashed next to mine? When my best friend is right over there, holding our girl in his arms? When Katherine looks at me through lowered lashes, an unholy mix of passion and challenge?

The overhead light dims. Outside, the parking deck bulbs cast pale blue light through the cab.

“Come for us again.” I can’t wait to watch her unravel again.

Finding out that Katherine “Ice Queen” Montgomery has been strutting around Manhattan with a wireless vibe nestled in her pretty pink pussy sends electricity zinging through my veins. It’s so unlike her. Or theherI’ve built up in my mind.

Kingston hums, fingers flexing into her thigh. “Is that what you want, Wildfire? Want us to make you feel good?”

She tears her gaze from mine and looks at King, expression softening as she stares at his lips. “Mmhmm.”

From the corner of my eye, I see him grin. “Like Alex said, thank goodness for tinted windows.”

I hold the phone up to Kingston’s face to unlock it and then swipe my finger across the screen, activating the toy.

“Gabe. . .” She moans my name, and I’m not sure if it’s censure or pleasure. But she doesn’t stop me. In fact, her free leg falls open, stretching the thin fabric of her panties over the. . . what color is her toy? Pink? Purple?

Somewhere in between. Who cares?

I give the purple bar at the top of the screen a swipe.

Her moan of pleasure is louder than the vibe.

“So eager, Princess.” I love that. The way she bites her lower lip and lifts her breasts as she sucks in a deep breath.

It’s like the longer she’s with us, the more the ice around her melts. She comes alive in our laps, toes curling against my thighs, fingers gripping whatever she can hang onto.

“Damn, Wildfire. I always knew you were gorgeous, but?—”

She pulls Alex down into another kiss, moaning against his lips. The long, creamy column of her throat calls to me, and I stare at it, longing to leave my mark there. Does she smell as good as I remember?

King slides a hand up her middle, cupping her left breast. She gasps into Alex’s mouth and presses herself into Kingston’s hand. He pinches her nipple through her dress, rolling the peak between his finger and thumb until she is writhing with need.

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