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"What?" I pant, looking down at him with confusion and need.

But instead of answering, Chase stands up and pulls out a condom from his pocket. He looks up at me expectantly as if asking for permission.

I nod eagerly, thrilled by this new level of control over him.

Chase sits on the outdoor sectional, and I straddle his legs, taking the condom from him and tearing it open with shaky fingers. My heart is racing with anticipation as I roll it onto his hard length.

I turn to look at Cole over my shoulder. Cole's eyes lock with mine, and something in him snaps. In an instant, he's surging forward, his lips crashing against mine with a fierce intensity that takes my breath away. He rips my shirt over my head, and his hands find my breasts, squeezing them roughly as he deepens the kiss.

"God, you're beautiful," he growls, breaking away. "Now ride him."

I hesitate, caught off guard by his sudden dominance. "I thought—"

"Do it," Cole orders, his voice brooking no argument.

Arousal floods through me as I obey, straddling Chase who's watching us with heated interest. As I sink down onto him, Cole's fingers find my clit, rubbing in tight circles that make me gasp.

"That's it," Cole murmurs, his breath hot against my ear. "Take what you want from him."

I start to move, caught between Cole's demanding touch and Chase's eager thrusts. It's overwhelming, intoxicating.

"Faster," Cole commands, and I comply, my hips picking up speed.

Chase groans beneath me. "Fuck, kitten. You feel so damn good."

The praise washes over me, stoking the fire building inside. I'm lost in sensation, in the push and pull of power between us all.

Chapter 15

Grayson

Iease the front door shut behind me, savoring the quiet after a long day at the office. My shoulders ache from hunching over reports, and all I want is a stiff drink and my bed. But as I shrug off my jacket, a flicker of movement catches my eye through the glass patio doors.

Someone's out there. At this hour?

I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. Tessa seems to enjoy spending time outdoors and Chase seems to be anywhere she is.

Curiosity gets the better of me, and I step closer to investigate. My breath catches in my throat as I take in the scene before me. Tessa. Chase. Cole. Together. With a lot fewer clothes than I would have expected.

I blink hard, certain I must be seeing things. But no—there's Tessa's lithe form, sandwiched between Chase's lanky frame and Cole's broader build. My mind reels, trying to make sense of what I'm seeing.

"Oh God," I hear her gasp, the sound muffled through the glass.

I should leave. I know I should turn around, go upstairs, and pretend I never saw this. But my feet seem rooted to the spot, my eyes fixed on the sight before me.

Chase's hands roam Tessa's body as Cole buries his face in her neck. The sight of my two best friends with the woman I've been pretending I’m not pining after hits me like a physical blow.

Walk away,I tell myself sternly.This is private. You have no right to watch.

But I can't tear my gaze away from Tessa's face, transported with pleasure. I've imagined that expression so many times, dreamed of being the one to put it there.

I close my eyes, trying to summon the willpower to walk away. Sarah's face flashes in my mind. What would she think of me now? The guilt twists in my gut, but it's not enough to break the spell.

When I open my eyes again, they're still there. Tessa throws her head back, a look of pure bliss on her face. Chase grins that cocky grin of his. And Cole...stoic Cole...his eyes are closed in rapture.

A low groan escapes me before I can stifle it. Thankfully, the trio on the patio are too wrapped up in each other to notice.

What the hell am I doing?I think, disgusted with myself.I'm acting like some creepy voyeur.

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