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I brushed a strand of hair from her face. “I’m not going anywhere unless you want me to.”

She responded by pulling me into another kiss, this one deeper and more needy than the first. Miles moved closer, his hand settling on the back of Nora’s neck. He still seemed uncertain, but that was to be expected.

When Nora finally pulled away, she looked between us with flushed cheeks and bright eyes. “So...”

Miles and I exchanged a glance, and for once, we seemed to be in perfect accord.

“Let’s go inside.” Miles’s voice had dropped an octave, his pupils completely dilated now, making the green look almost black.

Without another word, Nora took each of us by the hand and led us toward the door, the cheesecake forgotten on the table.

Chapter22

Raw

Nora

Ipushed through the door, my pulse thundering in my ears. Once again, I found myself in the middle of a bad decision. But was it? My brain screamed at me to stop this nonsense while my heart and body egged me on.

Was I really that worried about my career and reputation? Or was it that I wasexpectedto be concerned? I’d worked hard for my position in the NHL, but is any job worth having to stifle parts of yourself?

The fact that I was even opening myself up to one man, let alone three—if Dominic decided he wanted that—was a sign that I shouldn’t hold myself back. I’d never let myself want more than flings before, and right now, I wanted more of both of these men.

These two men had demolished the wall I’d built, leaving me craving connection, vulnerability, and the terrifying possibility of more.

This could all implode, and yet, I couldn’t find it in me to care.

“Are you sure about this?” Miles murmured against my ear, his breath sending fire fanning across my skin. “You say the word, and we stop.”

We made it down the stairs, and I turned to face them both, taking in Carter’s hooded gaze and Miles’s tense jawline. Two completely different men who somehow both set me on fire.

“I don’t want to stop.” I was surprised by the steadiness in my voice, even as my limbs trembled. “I want both of you.”

The image of Dominic’s scowling face materialized in my mind, and a complicated mix of emotions surged through me. Behind my ribs, an ache bloomed, but I couldn’t let myself dwell on him right now. I couldn’t think about the way his eyes burned when he looked at me or how it had felt falling asleep on the couch with him. I shoved those dangerous thoughts into the same mental box where I kept other impossible things, right next to my figure skating dreams.

Carter leaned down to capture my lips while Miles’s mouth found the sensitive spot below my ear. The sensations of Carter’s tongue sliding against mine while Miles’s teeth grazed my neck sent a jolt straight to my core. I moaned into Carter’s mouth, reaching back to thread my fingers through Miles’s hair.

“Bedroom,” Carter murmured against my lips. “Second door on the right.”

We moved as a unit, somehow avoiding bumping into anything. When we reached the bedroom, I took a moment to look around.

The California king bed with a pristine white comforter dominated the space, standing out against charcoal walls. Art pieces hung on the walls, and dim light filtered through sheer curtains, casting everything in a hazy glow.

“How do you want this to go?” Miles’s voice was laced with a roughness I’d never heard before.

I turned to face them both, finding my footing. In the bedroom, at least, I knew exactly who I was and what I wanted. “First things first, too many clothes.”

I peeled off my jacket and then my blouse, their eyes not leaving my body for even a second. Next, I kicked off my heels and shimmied out of my pants, leaving me in nothing but a black lace bra and matching underwear.

The air pebbled my skin even though the heater was on. Carter’s sharp inhale and Miles’s muttered curse were gratifying. Would they still feel the same way in a few months once I was showing? I immediately banished that thought. I was deciding this instant that I was going to be the sexiest, most confident pregnant woman known to man.

“Your turn.” I lifted my chin at their still-clothed bodies.

They exchanged a glance before complying. Carter unbuttoned his shirt with practiced ease, revealing tanned skin over lean muscle. Miles was more methodical, but the result was equally impressive. He was broader than Carter and had a bruise forming on his side from a hit he’d taken at the game.

When they were down to their boxer briefs, the desire in the room thickened. We’d crossed a line that couldn’t be uncrossed.

I stepped forward, placing a palm against each of their chests. “On the bed. Both of you.”

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