Page 12 of Guilty as Sin

Rolf sits up, the sheet falling away to reveal his sculpted torso. "We didn't plan this, Zoe. But I don't regret a moment of it."

"Neither do I," Karl adds, his finger tracing lazy circles on my bare shoulder. "And judging by those sounds you made last night, you didn't either."

I close my eyes, mortified yet unable to deny it. "That's not the point. In the light of day, this is?—"

"Still incredible," Rolf finishes, his hand finding mine above the sheets. "Still real."

I look between these gorgeous, powerful men who both want me. "People don't do this. Not for real."

Karl laughs softly. “Do you always follow convention?"

"Stay for breakfast," Rolf says, his tone gentle but leaving no room for argument. "At the very least, give us a chance to convince you this isn't a mistake."

My stomach betrays me with a loud growl, and despite everything, I laugh. The tension breaks slightly.

"See? Your body knows what it wants," Karl teases, his fingers trailing down my arm, leaving goose bumps in their wake.

I should leave. I should grab my clothes and run. But their warmth surrounds me, and the memory of last night's pleasure weakens my resolve. "Just breakfast," I concede.

"Just breakfast," Rolf echoes with a smile that suggests he knows I'm lying to myself.

Karl slides out of bed, gloriously naked and unashamed. My eyes trace the muscled plane of his back, the curve of his perfect ass, and I feel a fresh wave of heat pool between my legs. Catching my stare, he winks before disappearing into what must be the bathroom.

"He's always been a show-off," Rolf murmurs close to my ear, his breath tickling my neck. "I prefer a more… subtle approach."

His hand slides beneath the sheet, finding the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. I gasp as his fingers inch higher, teasing but not quite touching where I suddenly, desperately want him to.

"Rolf," I whisper, my voice embarrassingly breathy. "We said breakfast."

"This is just the appetizer," he replies, his lips brushing my earlobe. "A taste of what you'd miss if you walked out that door."

His skilled fingers finally reach their destination, and my head falls back against the pillow. How can I still want this so badly after everything we did last night?

"That's it," he encourages as my hips begin to move against his hand. "Show me how much you don't want this."

The bathroom door opens, and Karl emerges with a towel slung low on his hips, his hair damp. He stops, taking in the scene before him—me writhing under his brother's touch.

"Started without me?" he asks, but there's no jealousy in his voice, only heat.

"Just reminding Zoe why staying is better than leaving," Rolf explains, never stopping the maddening circles his thumb is making.

Karl approaches the bed, dropping his towel. "I think we need to be very thorough in our persuasion."

I should protest. I should maintain some dignity. Instead, I reach for Karl, pulling him down to kiss me as Rolf continues his exquisite torture. The last coherent thought I have before surrendering completely is that no one has ever made me feel this way—desired, powerful, and utterly free.

It seems that for breakfast, we will have to wait.

CHAPTER 10

ZOE

Ilean back against the plush leather seat of the limousine, my mind racing faster than the city lights flashing by the tinted windows. Karl sits to my right, his thigh pressed against mine, while Rolf occupies the seat across from us. His intense gaze makes my skin tingle even in the dim interior.

"Paris," I whisper, testing the word on my lips. "You want me to just… drop everything and fly to Paris? For five days?"

Karl's fingers find mine, his thumb tracing lazy circles against my palm. "Consider it a business opportunity with exceptional fringe benefits," he mutters, his breath warm against my ear.

I laugh despite myself. “That's quite the proposition. I have meetings and responsibilities.” I have nothing going on, but how can I justify leaving the country with two men I hardly know?

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