Page 44 of The Billionaires' Prize

Totally unladylike.

Totally worth it.

His chest heaves and he stares down at me, brown eyes hooded. I love the way his nostrils flare. He removes the spoon from his mouth, and I grin at the teeth marks adorning the handle. I’ll never be able to cook spaghetti again without remembering the look in his eyes and his taste on my tongue.

“Fuck, that was hot.” Gabe’s voice has us whipping our heads toward the other end of the kitchen.

My cheeks heat with a flare of embarrassment that immediately shifts to desire.

King stands next to him. Shoulder to shoulder, they’re still fully clothed but obviously turned on.

“Do we get a turn?” King asks, hands hovering over the button of his jeans.

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My chin jerks Kingston’s way.

His hands hover at his waistband, and his muscular chest rises and falls with deep, needy breaths. He’s given voice to the question we’re both thinking.

Cocky.

I turn back to the goddess on her knees. Alex tucks away his monster cock and zips his pants. Katherine gazes up at him like he’s a decadent dessert, and she wants a second serving. Of course she does. He’s giant and protective and responsible. Deliciously caring beneath his gruff exterior.

Her fingers flex into his thighs, and he sucks in a sharp breath.

“Minx.”

I love watching them together. Her so small and seemingly delicate compared to Alex. Him utterly fascinated by her, so watchful, anticipating her needs with an accuracy that blows my mind.

Smirking, she looks up at me and Kingston. “Sure you’re up for it?”

Her cheeks are pink, her lips swollen. She drops back onto her heels, looking a little tired. We should let her rest. It’s been a hell of a weekend.

Kingston doesn’t get that memo, though.

His chest puffs up, and his chin lifts as he grins mischievously, his soft green eyes sparkling.

“I’m up.” He lifts a brow at me. “You up?”

“Always, but—” My cock sends an all capital letters ‘what the hell’ to my brain. Why would I turn this down? I’ve only dreamed about Katherine on her knees for the better part of two years.

But the way Kingston’s jaw drops, he’s been dreaming of it far longer.

Alex hooks his hands beneath her arms and scoops her up. She yelps in surprise and then snuggles close to his chest. “How are your knees?”

Such a caregiver, my best friend.

“I’m okay.”

He holds her around the waist, looking closely, and awareness tingles across my skin. I’ve been on the receiving end of that attention before, but never exactly like this. Never with sexual tension crackling between us.

Jealousy burns through my chest, and I rub the aching muscles over my heart. Oh hell. That’s not good.

I push those feelings to the back burner where they belong. There’s zero point in wanting him. Not to mention, how hollow would the victory be if I twisted someone’s arm just to get what I wanted?

Relationships don’t work that way.

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