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"As long as you get me there, I don't care," I pant. He keeps me right on the edge, so close to tumbling over that I can't catch my breath.

"Don't move." He presses a kiss between my legs before standing. I throw my arm over my eyes, breathing deeply as I listen to him open boxes; then the water is running, the whisper of his pants falling on the floor, the bed dipping beneath his weight.

"Let me see," I say, peeking at him.

He holds up the smaller of the butt plugs and a vibrating wand. "You can still say no."

"I don't think that word is in my vocabulary when it comes to the three of you."

"Turn over for me, beautiful." I flip over onto my stomach, goosebumps racing over my body as the low sound of his desire surrounds me. He grips my waist and pulls me back so my ass is in the air, and then his mouth is on me, stealing my soul.

"Fuck, Dylan," I moan, pressing back against his face, my entire body shuddering. He stands, my protest dying on my lips as he pulls me to the edge of the bed, notching his cock at my entrance and slamming into me with a choked sound. He stretches me like nobody has before, filling parts of me I didn't realize were empty.

"I swear you were fucking made for me," he says, rolling his hips.

"Dylan," I beg, so close.

"Not yet. I need you close so I don't hurt you, but you're not allowed to come yet. Do you understand?"

"Yes," I groan, pressing back against him. "Just hurry." His low chuckle skates up my spine, my back arching as if he commanded it, giving him easy access.

"Relax and breathe deep," he instructs, his palm warm on my ass cheek.

I clench all my muscles, loosening them one by one until I'm sure everything is as relaxed as possible, then nod my head as I take a deep breath. I tremble as he squirts lube onto me, my body jerking as he circles my ass with the plug, then slowly puts pressure on it, easing it in slowly.

"You're doing so well, Isla. Breathe."

I focus on taking long, slow breaths as he slides the plug in, the feeling of fullness like nothing I've ever experienced. I clench the comforter in my fists, pushing back, my body strung tight as a bow.

"Fuck," I groan into the mattress, my limbs trembling as my body strains against him.

"Good girl, Isla. God, I wish you could see the way you move. You're so fucking sexy."

The reward centers in my brain go off like I just won the billion-dollar jackpot. I rock forward and then slam back onto him, my reality slowly narrowing until the only thing that exists is the way he stokes the flames of my orgasm with his perfect cock. He anchors himself with one hand on my hip and reaches around with the other, circling the pads of his fingers over my clit. I take him all the way in and then rock forward, dragging my clit over his fingers, then back again. I squeeze tight around his cock, his answering groan sending tremors through me, sky-high flames of a wildfire burning me alive.

"There she is, my very own Aphrodite," Dylan whispers, his voice deep and raspy with desire. "Yes," he groans as he thrusts hard, his fingertips digging into my hip. He pulls out so suddenly I don't have time to protest, flipping me onto my back and tossing me higher on the bed. He shoves a pillow beneath my hips, and then he's on top of me. In me. His eyes lock on mine as he catalogs every expression I make, every bite of my lip, every roll of my eyes, stoking the flames higher and higher. We combust, rutting against each other, wringing out every drop of pleasure until he collapses on top of me, our skin slick, lungs battling for air.

"Fucking hell, Freckles," he pants, his breath puffing against my neck. "I've never had sex like that before."

"Like what?"

"All consuming. So fucking perfect I could cry."

I cup his face, staring into those big brown eyes, letting myself get lost in the joy and happiness radiating between us. "I love you, Dylan," I whisper, kissing him as I blink away the tears welling in my eyes.

47

I'm dragging as I make my way over to the brewery space Friday morning. With all the decisions to make, I've been finding it hard to sleep on the nights I'm not with one of the guys. And if I'm being honest, it has nothing to do with the decisions and more to do with the fact that Iwantto be with the guys. I want to cuddle with them in bed, wake up to the brush of their lips over mine, to the smell of warm skin. If there's one thing I'm looking forward to after the masquerade party, it's that I won't have to divide my nights between them.

"Morning, Sunflower." Theo looks up at me as I walk through the door. He's sitting cross-legged on the floor, a shaft of sunlight turning his eyes to melted caramel. Pieces of paper, sketches, and magazines litter the scarred wooden planks around him.

"What are you doing?" I ask, surprised.

"I saw how stressed you were at dinner last night, so I thought we could make a list of what needs to be done and work through it today."

"You don't have anything else you need to be doing?"

"Nothing more important" He pushes to his feet and envelops me in his arms, kissing the crown of my head.

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