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“Do you think you could handle all of us?”

“I know I can. I think you’re forgetting that I handled the three of them just fine already,” she says, reminding me that they auditioned her for the club and experienced her body before me. That fact used to annoy me, but now I find myself wondering where I would fit into the configuration.

“I haven’t forgotten. That was just one night.”

She looks at me, a questioning look on her face, and I know she’s wondering if she’s inferring my unspoken words correctly. She is, but I can’t bring myself to voice the thing I really want to ask. Not yet. Instead, I focus on the physical aspect of my questions.

“Do you think you could handle all of us at the same time, night after night? One of us in each hole and one in your hand? Do you want to feel two of us moving together, one in your cunt and one in your ass? Will you be happy if you have cum dripping out of you every day?”

Elise moans quietly in response to my questions, and I notice her rubbing her thighs together out of the corner of my eye, seeking friction to relieve the tension.

“Answer me,” I order her.

“Yes, I can handle it. I want that. I want… more than that.”

I tell myself that she means she wants the emotional side of a relationship with all of us because that’s the answer to the question I couldn’t ask her. I also have to remind myself that she didn’t drink enough to make her answers unreliable. She had acouple of drinks, which was probably just enough to make her be honest.

“Are you upset that they didn’t come home with us?” I can admit to myself that I’m worried about this answer. What if I’m not enough for her?

“No, I’m not. I would’ve been happy for them to come, but I’m just as happy to spend time with any of you one-on-one. Naked or clothed,” she adds. “I just… For some reason that I can’t explain, I genuinely like all of you. Even though some of you are complete and total assholes.”

“Yeah. We are.” There’s no point in arguing. Frankie and I aren’t nice people, and Elise knows it.

“I know I should hate you, but I don’t. I almost wish I did,” she admits.

“I know what you mean.”

We fall back into silence as I pull up to the house, and I kick myself for killing the mood that we’d built up with all the dancing and fantasizing. To my surprise, however, when we walk into the house, she turns to face me at the bottom of the stairs and maintains eye contact while slowly stripping out of her skin-tight dress.

Chapter 43

Elise

Enzo approaches me with enough fire burning in his eyes to light me on fire. I let my dress fall to the floor and watch his slow progress across the room. The whole time we were dancing at the club, I couldn’t help imagining what it would be like to be passed between the four of them in bed. In the car, I thought Enzo was going to suggest something like that, but the conversation took a turn that made me think he was going to shut down on me again.

Not willing to let that happen, I decided to take matters into my own hands. And it worked like a charm; Enzo is prowling towards me, and I have to resist the urge to run away from him. I know he’d catch me and give me what I want, but tonight was so different from the way it’s been since I moved into his house. I want to see what will happen if I let him catch me while we’re both still high on the endorphins from our night out.

When he reaches me, he lifts me up by my thighs, and I wrap my legs around his waist. He presses his lips to mine, forcing his tongue into my mouth and hungrily searching for mine. I moan and cup his cheeks with my hands, already so desperate for him.If he tried to lay me down and fuck me on the stairs, I wouldn’t complain. But he doesn’t do that. Instead, he steps forward and starts up the stairs, maintaining his hold on me and barely letting either of us get a breath in between kisses.

To my surprise, he bypasses my room and continues down the hall to his door. I’ve never been in his room, and I can’t stop myself from looking around when we get through the door. The room is dark but as my eyes adjust, I can make out a big bed against the wall opposite the door. There’s a closet and a bathroom to my left.

“Quit snooping,” he growls, carrying me over to the bed.

“I’m not snooping,” I retort. “I’m… observing my surroundings. Checking for intruders.”

“There are no intruders in my house.”

“Confidence killed the cat,” I warn.

“What are you—Nevermind.” He shakes his head, and I smile sweetly.

“Perhaps there’s a better use for my mouth,” I suggest. I’m willing to keep misusing common phrases to frustrate him until he forces me to stop talking, but I’d rather just skip right to the good part.

Enzo shakes his head again. “You’re in quite the mood tonight. Is it because of all the dancing?”

“Maybe,” I say, shrugging. “Your room is nice.” I know I’m being weird and awkward, but being in his room feels more significant than I would’ve expected, and I’m deflecting.

He looks around and then back at me, narrowing his eyes. “Uh… Thanks.”

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