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Their cologne wrapped around her, and she drowned in the whirlwind of their scent. How was it possible that she still knew what they smelled like after all those years?

She shifted on the desk, nervous, unsure what they were going to do. She swallowed again. What had Lady Night said in her letter to them if that was the reason for their change?

Her heart stopped beating when they came to a standstill in front of her. She lost at least half of her brain power when Zachariah and Reece placed a hand on each of her knees, spreading her thighs apart. She knew she wasn’t wearing any panties. But they didn’t.

Oh gosh. Oh gosh. Oh fuck.

But she had other things to worry about.

If they expected the key to just fall onto the table now that they’d parted her thighs, they were going to be disappointed. But how was she so, so wet? Why was she so wet in the first place?

Dear god, why had she put the keythereof all places? Because she knew they would never, not in this lifetime, touch her there.

The key didn’t fall to the desk when they parted her thighs because she’d placed it against the hot, slick essence dripping from her pussy. Her cheeks blazed with a blush so intense with embarrassment that she closed her eyes, hoping doing so would make her disappear.

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Calista murmured something incoherent, not sure exactly what she wanted to say.

Reece and Zachariah forced her legs wider apart. Bradford reached between her thighs. Oh god. Instinctively, she used her free hand to stop him. She was too wet. She didn’t want him to know that.

Reece caught her hand and wrapped his long fingers around her wrist. She swung her gaze to him, shocked and heated at his touch.

“Umm….” Words were definitely failing her now.

“You have two choices,” Bradford said softly, husky, ominous. “You can leave. But if you stay..." Calista squashed her eyes shut as Bradford’s fingers brushed against the hot dampness of her pussy to get to the key. He moved it up and pressed it against her clit before he used it to caress her with it. A million mad butterflies created chaos in her stomach, pulling and tugging until she felt herself soaking Bradford’s fingertips.

Her eyes darted open, and she looked at him in incredulous confusion. “But if you stay,” he repeated. “You’re giving us the key to unlock your body, your mind, and your whole fucking soul. We will own everything about you.”

What was happening?

Calista couldn’t keep track of her thoughts and her surroundings at the same time. She was losing her mind. Was she imagining all this? No. She couldn’t have made this up in her head if she tried. It felt too real. Their nearness. Their touch. They were real.

Bradford, Reece, and Zachariah.

We will own everything about you.

She repeated the words in her head. Her voice broke when she tried to say something, and now she couldn’t catch herself in time to stop a painful sob from making her lips quiver. She couldn’t stop the overwhelming feeling of being drowned in a tsunami of emotions, taking her under until she was forced to accept the truth.

She wasn’t fixated on them as a means of rebounding grief. They did something to her heart, her body, and her soul.

I just want you to... love... me.The words echoed so softly in her head that she wondered if she had imagined whispering them in the depths of her soul. But truer words she’d never uttered before. This was her truth.

Oh god.

She wanted them to love her. But not as their best friend’s little girl, Hank’s daughter. She wanted them to love her because she was Calista Ann Saunders, a woman who wasin lovewith them and didn’t know how to exist anymore without them.

Panic blurred her already strained vision. She was in love with them. Truly, truly in love with them. All three of them. What she’d felt in her teens, a silly infatuation, she would admit neverto having because they’d laugh at her, had turned into something real whenever she thought about them long before her dad died.

She loved them. It explained so much. All those nights she lay awake wondering if she was losing her mind, being so obsessed with them. She always considered herself to be level-headed. Well, where it mattered. But she was logical, practical, and very familiar with the concept of common sense.

In her right state of mind, she would have never have allowed herself to become so desperate to see them, which was why she went to the lengths she did for a mere glimpse of them. Common sense didn’t matter where her heart was concerned.

She loved them. They couldn’t care less about her if they tried.

If they needed any more ammunition why there shouldn’t be a relationship between them, and if they looked close enough, they’d have noticed she’d just handed them an arsenal of it. Instead, they were trying to scare her away.

Humiliation, like she had never known before, crept up her spine and poisoned her blood. She wasn’t going to leave, whether they wanted her or not. She was going to stay and give them everything.

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