Page 8 of Guilty as Sin

I catch my brother's eye as he leans against the ledge, his gaze intense as it follows our movements. The three of us have been dancing around this moment all evening, and now that it's here, the air feels electric with possibility.

"Go ahead," Karl gives me a subtle nod of encouragement.

Zoe remains blissfully unaware of our heated proximity.

She stands mesmerized by the city lights, her silhouette tantalizingly etched against the Manhattan skyline. Her dress—a tantalizing veil of silk that hugs every curve—flutters sensuously in the evening breeze. I glide toward her silently, inhaling her intoxicating scent just before she becomes aware of my presence.

As my lips gently brush against her nape, she tenses for a brief moment before relaxing. Her body melts backward intomine with a soft, contented sigh that stirs something deep within me. The sensation is electric, sending a thrill coursing through my veins.

"Rolf," she whispers, her voice a delicate murmur that barely rises above the distant hum of the city.

I let my fingers glide slowly along her smooth, bare shoulder, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my touch. I carefully hook one finger under her dress's thin, delicate strap. "Is this okay?" I whisper softly against her skin, my breath mingling with the faint scent of her perfume.

Her response is to tilt her head gracefully, revealing more of her slender neck to me, the soft skin inviting and vulnerable.

I slowly lower the delicate strap of her dress, watching it glide down her smooth shoulder to rest on her upper arm. I trail a line of tender kisses from the curve of her shoulder down to the crook of her elbow, each gentle touch of my lips leaving a trail of goose bumps that ripple across her skin like a whispered promise.

Karl shifts his position subtly, the quiet rustling catching Zoe's attention. Her eyes widen in surprise when she notices him observing us, yet she doesn't retreat from my embrace. Instead, I feel the rapid flutter of her pulse beneath my fingertips, a quickening rhythm that speaks volumes.

"Both of you," she breathes, as comprehension lights up her eyes. “Is that what you want?"

Karl steps forward with measured steps, his expression a mix of solemnity and barely restrained hunger. "Only if it's what you want," he replies, his voice steady but filled with an underlying intensity.

I gently turn her in my arms until she faces both of us, her dress strap still hanging loose. Her eyes flicker between Karl and me as if searching for answers or assurance of our shared desire.

"I—" Her voice falters, uncertainty and desire warring in her expression. "I've never…"

I brush my thumb across her lower lip, silencing her. "We would never push you into something you don't want, Zoe."

Karl moves behind her, his chest pressing against her back while I remain facing her. She's surrounded by us now, cocooned in our shared heat.

"But what if I do want it?" she whispers, her confession hanging between us. "What if I want both of you?"

My brother's eyes meet mine over her shoulder, an unspoken agreement passing between us. We've shared business ventures, shared success, shared failure—and sometimes, even women. But this feels different—bigger than anything we’ve encountered. It feels inevitable, as though we've been moving toward this moment since she first walked into the Oak Room.

"Then you'll have us," Karl presses his lips against her ear. "Both of us. Together."

I lean forward, capturing her lips with mine while Karl's hands slide around her waist. She sighs into my mouth, her body melting between us. When I pull back, her eyes are heavy-lidded, cheeks flushed.

"Tell us to stop, and we will," I promise.

"Don't stop," she says, her voice finding its strength. "I want to know what it feels like… to be with both of you."

Karl's hands slide to her waist, steadying her as I lower my mouth to hers. The kiss is different this time—deeper. Behind her, my brother begins to work the zipper of her dress, exposing the delicate curve of her spine inch by tantalizing inch.

When I break the kiss, her cheeks are flushed, her lips swollen. The dress slips farther down her shoulders. Karl helps it along, his fingers reverent as they guide the fabric over her hips until it pools at her feet.

She stands before us in nothing but lace and heels, vulnerable yet powerful in her beauty. My brother and I exchange a glance over her shoulder—silent communicationwe immediately understand. This moment transcends anything we've shared before.

"Beautiful," I say, and Karl nods in agreement, his hands splayed across her bare stomach.

We guide her inside, toward Karl’s bedroom, our touches reverent yet possessive. Tonight, we will learn about her body together and discover what makes her gasp and what makes her moan. Tonight, we’ll show her that sometimes, choosing isn't necessary—sometimes, you can have everything you desire.

And perhaps, if we're fortunate, she'll choose to keep us both.

"The bed," Karl suggests, his voice strained with restraint.

I take her hand, leading her toward the king-sized mattress that dominates the room. She trusts us enough to follow. When she sits on the edge, looking up at us through her lashes, I feel something fundamental shift inside me.

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