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Taking the water bottle from Kerrington, I add, “But only if you two really want this. It’s late and I can uber home. It’s not a problem.”

Kerrington grabs my hand and pulls me towards the exit. “I would go insane with worry if you took an uber this late at night.”

“You can always drop me off.”

Kerrington halts at the door. “Nicole. Do you want to come back with us, or do you want to go home?” He waits expectantly for me to give a definitive answer, and I’m reminded of how bossy the sonofabitch can be. My pussy clenches with approval.

“She’s coming with us,” Landon announces, pushing the door open.

Cool air smacks my skin when I follow them outside.

“Answer me, Nicole. Stay with us or go home?” Kerrington still hasn’t let go of my hand. “There is no wrong answer.”

Maybe not, but there will be consequences for these actions too, and I’ll be the one to pay for them. This could screw up my friendship with these two. It’ll be fodder for the media if we’re caught. My family will go ballistic if they find out I’m doing something like this.

But for once, I want to not care and just have fun without the weight of guilt and stress or living up to someone else’s expectations.

Landon and Kerrington are a package deal.They’re offering me a night in their bed. A night of pleasure and escape. Who in their right mind would turn this down? “I want to spend the night with you both.”

Kerrington arches his brow. “Are yousure?”

I look him in the eyes and find myself leaning into his mouth. “Yes. Absolutely.”

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I wake up in a haze, unsure of where I am.

Very little light filters through the curtains, but I see Kerrington’s passed out on my left. All the covers are wrapped around me, exposing him to the max. His steady breathing makes his chest rise and fall while he sleeps on his back. His dick lays limp on his thigh looking all innocent and like it didn’t rearrange my guts last night.

Oh my god. Last night…

Everything comes flooding back to me. The humiliating gala. Dancing at the club. Coming back to the hotel suite with Landon and Kerrington. Drinking. Kissing.

Fucking.

Oh my god… we had so much sex.

I’ve never been so thoroughly fucked in my life. We laughed and played and explored and every muscle I own aches. My pussy is sore in the best kind of way, and I still feel boneless and light as a feather from having both my mind and back blown.

Landon’s currently in the shower. I can hear him humming a song. And since I’m in the middle of this big bed, I’m guessing he took the still warm spot on my right side all night. I was legit sandwiched between two perfect men who worshipped me for hours…

And now it’s over.

God, why does that hurt so much?

The water shuts off in the shower, and panic smacks me.

Shit! I… I can’t just linger. I have to go.

Slipping out of the king size bed, I quickly look around for my clothes.

Where are they? Damnit!

One heel is by the foot on the bed, the other is outside in the living room over by the balcony door. Holy hell, I remember being pressed against that glass while Landon tongue fucked me. And… I also remember Kerrington taking me from behind while I was bent over the balcony railing. The way he filled me. The way he pulled my hair and made me—

Focus, Nicole!

My dress is behind a chair, crumpled on top of a tuxedo jacket. The jacket that I squirted all over when Landon shoved the neck of a wine bottle up my—

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