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Fucking Hell…

Adrenaline and dehydration have me shaking. I quickly slip into my dress and snag my purse off the couch. That’s when a deep groancomes from the bedroom, and I hold my breath. I can’t face these two this morning. Not after I took both their dicks at the same time. Not after they made me scream their names while I came harder than I ever have in my life. Not after they kissed and caressed and worshipped me afterwards in the bath and fed me chocolates and told me how beautiful I was with my mascara and lipstick smeared down my face.

Because last night was a fantasy. Today is reality.

And I need to get out of herenow.

“Duchess, where are you?” Landon calls out in sing-songy, playfulness.

Kerrington’s deep tone mumbles something I can’t make out, but now I know they’re both awake.

Oh no, no, no, noooo.

I trip over my own two feet as I race to the door and yank it open, only to be stopped by the heavy lock at the top. It slams so loud that I gasp. FUCKING HELL! I shut the door, unlatch the lock, and open it again, dashing for the exit before either of them can see me.

I don’t do the walk of shame out of that hotel.

I fuckingsprintit.

Heels in one hand, my purse in the other, I leave my heart in the hotel suite and run.

Chapter 2

Present Day

Kerrington

“What time is our flight?”

“Uhhhh…” Landon glances at the clock on the oven. “We’ve got two hours before we have to leave.”

“Perfect.” I slap his bare ass.

Landon cooking in nothing but an apron is a sight I’ll never tire of. “Then I have time for one more round with you this morning.” I bite his shoulder and untie his apron, raising it over his head.

“The eggs are going to overcook.” He’s wearing this gorgeous lazy grin that I’ve had a hand in putting on his clean-shaven face.

“I don’t want eggs, anyway. Not when I can have you.”

“You always say the most perfect things.”

Yeah, but not the right ones, I think to myself.

Landon and I have been a little rocky ever since the night we brought Nicole to our bed. I wish I could say it was a mistake, but I can’t. Iloved having her there and I know Landon hasn’t stopped thinking about that night, either.

That woman dashed out of our suite so fast, you’d have thought the place was on fire. She hasn’t answered our calls, texts, or emails since. Her social media posts have changed too, which makes me think someone else is running her accounts now. It’s like she’s avoiding not just us, but the whole world.

I’ve asked Mason a couple times if he’s heard from her, but when he asked why I was so curious, I made up some nonchalant reason and never brought it up again.

Landon turns the burner off and abandons breakfast, ready to lure me back to one of our bedrooms.

“No.” I pull him back to me. “Here.”

He arches a brow and licks his lips. “Okay.” Then he goes down on his knees and starts unbuckling my dress pants.

“No.” I tug him up. “I want you on the counter.”

His brow twitches with confusion for a second, but he climbs up and waits for my next orders.

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