Page 58 of Filthy Rich Santas

And I leap.

“That wouldn’t be quite what I want,” I confess, my eyes darting toward the single bedroom and the king-sized bed before I admit the truth. “What I’d really want is to wake up in bed with all three of you.”

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LANA

I feelthe weight of each man’s gaze on me, the room so silent that I can hear my own heartbeat. I’m breathing too fast, both nervous and excited.

Finally, Tristan speaks. “What are you saying?”

The low rasp of his voice plays over my skin like fire, distracting me from the question for a moment. But then I realize he’s going to make me explicitly spell it out, and I flush with embarrassment.

“The three of you own a sex club. Don’t tell me you’ve never shared a girl before?”

“Not a girl like you,” Tristan says, adjusting his glasses as he gives me an enigmatic smile.

I’m not sure what he means, but I’ve come this far. I’m not going to give up this chance without a fight.

I lift my chin. “Don’t think that just because I’m not like the girls at the club, I can’t be kinky. I like…”

I flounder for a second, losing a little steam as my inexperience catches up with me.

“Tell us, love,” Ryder says in a low voice, his eyes burning into me. “What do you like?”

“I, um, okay. I don’t know exactly what I like yet, but that’s the whole point! I want to explore, to figure out who I am and what turns me on.”

My heart is racing. The way the three of them are watching me, hanging on my every word, has the flush of embarrassment I felt a moment ago fueling the desire that’s making me bold.

“I want to know whatreallyturns me on,” I go on in a whisper. “Not just what I think my partner wants to see. I’ve had my fill of faking it and then having to finish myself off later.”

Tristan makes a low sound in the back of his throat, and I laugh, pressing my hands to my heated cheeks as I shake my head.

“I don’t mean with you! What happened between us this morning was the hottest sex I’ve ever had.” I look at Ryder, then Beckett. “And I want…”

I bite my lip, the tension in the room so thick that I can barely catch my breath.

“What?” Beckett growls. “Say it.”

“I just want more,” I whisper. “I want everything.”

“So to be clear,” Ryder says, giving me a heated smile. “By everything, you mean kink. You want the three of us to help you explore that?”

I nod.

“Do you trust us?” Tristan murmurs. When I nod again, his gaze sharpens, reminding me of how he took control this morning. “Then I’d like to propose a deal.”

I toy with the plush softness of the robe I’m wearing. “What kind of deal?”

“Yeah, Tristan. What kind of deal?” Ryder echoes, his eyebrows going up.

“While we’re on this road trip, let’s forget that she’s Caleb’s little sister,” he answers Ryder before turning his attention back to me. His voice drops lower. “We’ll put all that aside for now, okay? And all four of us will be free to do whatever we want to.”

“With each other?” I ask, my breath hitching.

“That’s right. But when we get to your parents’ house, it stops.”

“Okay,” I agree quickly, barely able to believe this is happening.

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