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Bash shifted in bed, then spooned me from the other side. Nowthiswas a nice benefit of having multiple men in my life.

Bracketed on either side by warm muscle, I had the best night of sleep in my life. But when my alarm went off the next morning, there was only one man next to me.

Blond hair. Bash, sleeping on his back. Dante must have left in the night.

Oh well. It was nice while it lasted.

“I like waking up next to you,” I whispered to Bash. “I’m glad you’re finally home.”

“Me too,” he replied, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me over until I was cuddling on top of him. “This is way better than Iowa.”

I smelled something delicious. “Are you making breakfast?”

“I woke up exactly ten seconds ago,” Bash said.

Suddenly, a silhouette darkened the bedroom doorway. “Bacon and eggs are ready. If you want toast, you’ll have to make it yourself.”

He disappeared back into the kitchen.

“Huh,” Bash said. “He’s never made breakfast for us before.”

“The perks of sleeping with a guy,” I said.

I stretched out in bed and considered my situation. One man to cuddle with, and another to make me breakfast?

A girl could get used to this.

52

Jazz

“Let me get this straight,” Cat said in my office. She had put down her fork and was giving the conversation herfullattention. “You had anal sex with Dante for the first time, and you loved it?”

“Yup.”

“And then you had a threesome with Dante and Bash?”

“Uh huh.”

Cat stood up, came around the desk, and hugged me.

“What’s that for?” I asked.

“I’m just so proud of you!” she said, wiping an imaginary tear from her eye. “A year ago, you were judging me for having threesomes and doing butt stuff. But now you’re the one doing it, you big slut!”

“Please don’t call me a slut.”

“I mean it in the best possible way. Sluts are good. Sluts are confident. Sluts aren’t afraid of doing what they want without society judging them.” She waved a dismissive hand. “Look at you, Jazz! You’re having so much fun!”

I allowed myself to giggle. “I am. I really am.”

“Are you sore?”

“A little,” I said.

She nodded knowingly. “It’s definitely not something you doeverytime. But oh boy, when the mood is right, there’s nothing better. Now you just need to try DP.”

“That’s what they said!” I replied.

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