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“And that is?” God, could everyone feel the heat pouring off of us?

“Literally everything regarding you guys.” She laughed, slapping my chest as she turned the serious into something more humorous. “I’m pregnant. Apparently, that has crazy effects on the libido. I can’t seem to be sated.”

My mouth felt like it was cotton. I could barely swallow with the want that was consuming me. “We need to talk when we get home.”

That low scratchy voice was mine? Fuck, what was she doing to me?

“Not now?”

“Sweetheart, I’m seconds away from taking you to my office and plowing you against my desk. No, we can’t fucking talk here.”

“Would that be a bad thing?”

“Fuck.” The words left me, strangled out of my throat. I gritted out, teeth clenched, “It would be a bad thing here. If we were home right now, I’d spank that pretty peach of an ass of yours for pulling this shit in the middle of a crowded room.”

“I’ve never been spanked before.”

My fingers literally itched to show her what she’d been missing. Her only savior was an announcement that speeches were about to be made soon, and I just happened to be the opening presenter. “You’ll behave for Ace.”

I pulled my body away from hers, practically peeled it to separate us as she whispered, “I’m always good.”

Taking her hand, I issued a warning. “Bellamy.”

“I’ll be good. I promise,” she muttered as I pulled her toward my friend.

“Good girl,” I growled, knowing damn well this girl wouldn’t be nearly as angelic as she was trying to lead me to believe.

CHAPTER THIRTY

BELLAMY

“I want you to sit in the front row,” Adam instructed me as his arm looped around my hip. “I hate that this function has pulled me away from you so much.”

“It’s fine.” I leaned into him, my head falling to his chest. “Ace and Mercer have been with me most of the time.”

Mercer had to go get things in order for his speech, and I hated the loss of him. I hated more that just a single dance had made my core pulse and my thighs shift, trying to ease it. Is this what I’d become? A melty mess of want for these boys? Maybe I was better off never having known what Adam felt like buried deep inside my body. Maybe then, the want wouldn’t constantly gnaw at me, making me wonder just what Mercer and Ace would feel like, would taste like, would look like as I writhed under their bodies.

“I expected to spend more time with you. I know you’re fine with it, and you are taken care of, but I’m still disappointed.” He kissed my forehead. That fucking forehead kiss. Why did it make me feel like mush every damn time? “You should have Acegive you a tour after the speeches. I can find you two later if you wish.”

“I don’t mind being here.” I actually loved dressing up. This dress, this magnificent piece of art, really made me feel like a princess.

“I know, baby. I know.” He squeezed my hip and let me go. “I’ll bring you some food to eat, then I want you and Ace to find a place in the reserved seating. I want to watch you as I’m up on stage.”

He leaned into Ace, whispering something into his ear, and Ace nodded, a little gleam in his eyes before speaking. “My pleasure.”

When Adam walked away, Ace took my hand, pulling me toward the tables. I was still picking a spot to sit when Adam appeared, a plate of food in his hand. With another kiss and a heated look, he disappeared, leaving Ace to be my babysitter for the rest of the evening.

Babysitter.

I wondered if Ace minded. He was so hard to read. Mercer left no questions about what he wanted from me, but Ace… well…

“You like me, don’t you, Ace?” I blurted out and jeez, I sounded like an insecure middle schooler.

He looked over his shoulder at me before pulling out a chair for me to sit. “Of course I like you. Why would you even ask that?”

“I just- I don’t know.”

I didn’t want to say here in the middle of a crowded event that sometimes I wondered. That he acted as he should, but I could tell he held back. That I didn’t want to be forced on him, and he had a choice, whatever that was, and I’d honor it. I’d honor him because Ididlike him. I wanted him. I was so fucking attracted to these men that sometimes, when I looked at them, Ifound it nearly impossible to breathe. And because of this, I only wanted what was best for him, and nothing more.

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