Page 97 of The Billionaires' Prize

But then his smile dims. “I’m gonna need a bigger boat.”

There’s a full second pause, and then Gabe and Alex burst out laughing.

“What?” King asks.

I reach up to trace a finger along his jaw. “Do you need to outrun a great white shark?”

“What? No.” He sounds adorably frustrated, rolls his eyes, and then glances at Gabe. It’s almost like he’s checking in with the tech tycoon. “We’re not all going to fit on my sailboat.”

King waves a finger around, indicating the four of us.

There’s another beat of silence.

For the first time since my parents split up, I feel like I belong. There’s something so much sweeter about this scenario, though. None of us were born to it. We’re building it. Hopefully.

I lean up and press my lips to his, pouring all my emotion into our kiss.

Gabe sucks in a breath as one of my heels connects with his thigh. He reaches down, slides my shoe off, and massages my arch. I sever the kiss, staring into King’s eyes, telling him without words how much he means to me. How much I appreciate his willingness to take this adventure with me.

Gabe slips off the other shoe and rubs both of my feet, warming my toes.

I moan.

God, what these three do to me. I could come just laying here listening to them fuss about the best ways to keep me safe, all while touching me. . . like I’m theirs.

Alex curls his arm, drawing me closer as he cups my cheek. “Beauty.”

He whispers the endearment like it hurts to not be kissing me. To not be inside me.

Heat flashes across my skin, and I lift my lips to his, wanting him just as badly. I try to wrap my arms around him, but it’s awkward. I don’t care. He’s got me.

His tongue glides along my lower lip, and I whimper. He’s totally right. I don’t know how I managed to get so attached to him so quickly, but I am.

I nip his lower lip, grinning when he groans.

Gabe’s hands coast up my legs, teasing my knees. I giggle, breaking the kiss, bicycling my feet to stave off the tickling.

Gabe grunts. “Easy, Princess. Jesus. You almost nailed me in the nuts.”

I grin against Alex’s mouth. “Sorry.” And then I kiss him some more. Unleashing every bit of happiness and passion he brings me.

“Hold her legs,” King mutters.

Hands coast up my thighs, slow, sensual touches that make me squirm.

I reach for them. My men. Caressing every inch I can touch, feverish with the need to be connected. Skin to skin. Nothing separating us.

Alex kisses me so deeply it’s like the world turns off. I wrap an arm around his neck, clinging to him. His tongue dances with mine, a hot, wet slide. He nips me gently, sending a zing of desire to my greedy pussy. I whimper, welcoming him back into my mouth. He sweeps inside like a conqueror, our tongues tangling and twisting until we’re both groaning and breathless.

I need more.

“Fuck—” Gabe’s voice echoes around us.

“So fucking hot,” Kingston agrees.

Alex lifts his head, staring down at me with impossibly dark eyes, a furrow between his brows. I squeeze my thighs together,trying to find some delicious friction on the vibe. I’m so freaking wet for them and beyond turned on.

I don’t understand how they make me forget everything else: the world, the media, my family, my career, and all the rules that have been drummed into me for over twenty-four years.

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