Page 19 of The Coffee Shop

“Wait,” I say, “where are you going to sleep?”

I hadn’t seen any other bedrooms.

“Well, there’s the couch. We were going to flip a coin for it,” Luke says.

“Trust me, darling, we’ve slept in worse places,” Sebastian winks and they both turn to leave again.

“No!” I say, surprised by how desperate I sound. “I mean… neither of you will fit on that couch and you don’t need to sleep on the floor. There’s plenty of room in here.”

Well,plentymight be a little generous. It’s a queen sized bed and these men aremassive. The three of us will have to be pretty close to make it work. But that’s a sacrifice I am willing to make.

They look at each other, doing that thing where they have a conversation without speaking. I watch the moment they give in, and I wonder if it’s because they want to stay with me, or because neither of them want to sleep on the floor. Or on a couch more floral than a botanical garden.

“If we crawl in there with you, do you promise to behave until morning?” Luke asks and Sebastian gives me a serious look.

They are both wearing nothing but a towel and I’m not sure that I truly appreciated the sight of them until now. I knew Sebastian had tattoos, I could see some peeking out from the sleeve of his T-shirt, but seeing how they cover his whole chest and run down his sides has me biting at my lip as my eyes trail over them. Luke has several as well, strategically placed around his ribs and on his back in the sexiest way. His blonde hair is damp, hanging down over his eyes in perfect waves. They’re both barefoot, which is sexy as fuck, and every line of their hard bodies are accentuated by the subtle light coming from the tasseled lamp shade in the corner.

They look good together,I think, but maybe that’s just the alcohol and my fantasies getting away with me.

That’s when I realize they are both still staring, waiting for my answer.

“Um… yeah. I’ll behave,” I stammer out, trying to meet their eyes but finding that I’m still trapped in the admiration of their bodies.

“You sure about that, darling?” Sebastian smirks, then he grabs hold of his towel with one hand, Luke’s with the other and yanks them both off, letting them fall to the floor. “Because we don’t wear pajamas either.”

Chapter Nine

LEENA

Istare at the towels on the floor for a moment before finding the courage to look up. And god, how are they still hard?

Then I realize something. They’renot. That’s just…them.

“Fuck” I breathe out my eyes growing wide. I tip my head to examine them further. I look up to find two sets of blue eyes, and twoobviouslypleased with themselves smirks.

And how in the fuck am I supposed to share a bed with… all ofthat. Just the sight of them has me wet again. I want to touch them. I mentally kick myself for not touching them in the shower.

Why didn’t I touch them?

I must have made some sort of pained noise as they walked towards me because they both chuckle as they slide under the covers on either side of me.

Okay, so the bed is definitely a tight fit. We giggle as arms and legs work to find their places. By the time we are all settled, I am sandwiched between them, warm and comfortable in their embrace.

And as much as I want tomisbehave, it doesn’t takelong before I am drifting off to the steady rhythm of their breathing.

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The soft glow of sunrise peeks in through the curtains and it takes a moment for my surroundings to make sense. When they do, my mind replays every second of yesterday.

Somehow, I went from another shitty day at work, getting shot, being sent to a safehouse, to getting shitfaced drunk, having the best orgasm of my life and then falling asleep between the Greek god ex-cop bodyguards who saved my life.

Luke wakes up first and those sleepy light blue eyes find mine. He reaches over, brushing a hair behind my ear as he studies me. I’ve never had a man look at me like this before, especially not after a one-night stand. It catches me off guard. He’s looking at me like I’mimportant.

Like I’m his whole world.

I blink, then tell myself that I’m beingridiculousbecause, spying on me or not, we’ve only known each other a day.

“Good morning,” Luke whispers, his voice groggy and I smile as he wraps his hand around to my bare ass, pulling me closer to him.

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