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They don’t look at me yet. They don’t need to.

They already know—I’d drop to my knees a thousand times if it meant giving them this.

A thrill of power courses through me, setting nerve endings alight with an electric rush that rivals any orgasm. These two powerful men were brought to their knees by my mouth. By my touch.

It feeds something primal and hungry within me.

The ache between my thighs intensifies, my body slick with wanting, but the satisfaction of rendering them speechless is its own reward.

I lean back on my heels, a smug grin spreading across my lips as I look up at them. Their eyes are dark with sated desire, their chests heaving with exertion. A droplet of sweat travels down the hard ridges and valleys of Hank’s abdomen, and I fight the urge to lean forward and taste it, too.

“Now,” I say, my voice sultry with satisfaction, fingers tracing idle patterns against my thigh, “we can go for that walk.”

Chapter 45

“Jesus Christ, woman. You’re lethal.”Hank’s laughter is rough, breathless. He reaches down, thumb brushing across my lower lip with possessive intent.

“She certainly knows how to derail a man’s plans.” Gabe runs a hand through his disheveled hair. His eyes never leave my face, studying me with that analytical gaze that misses nothing. “Just when I think I’ve got you figured out…”

“You don’t,” I finish for him, rising slowly to my feet, enjoying how both men track the movement. “And you never will.”

Hank and Gabe exchange a look—that silent communication again—but this time, I catch the edges of it: respect, surprise, and something darker, more possessive.

“She keeps us guessing,” Hank says to Gabe, though his eyes remain fixed on me. “Thought I was calling the shots with that walk.”

“Tactical error on your part. Underestimating the enemy.” Gabe’s mouth curves into that dangerous smile that never fails to quicken my pulse.

I arch a brow at Gabe, letting my fingers linger just above his waistband. “Enemy?” I purr, head tilting. “If I’m the enemy, thenyou two are terrible at strategy—because I’ve already surrendered. Fully. Willingly.” I turn to Hank, my voice softening. “You’ve caught me. Tamed me… at least in the ways that matter.”

His jaw ticks.

Gabe’s smile falters into something darker, deeper.

“I may be yours…” I add, stepping back with deliberate slowness, “but I’m still going to keep you on your toes.”

My hand moves between them, fingers trailing down each of their chests. I let my touch linger—lower—palms grazing the hard lines of their abs, then slipping even lower, cupping them both.

Both men go still.

Hank’s breath catches.

Gabe’s hands flex at his sides, restraint bleeding into tension.

“Already getting hard again,” I murmur, eyes gleaming as I squeeze just enough to make a point. “Shame, really… since you—” I flick my gaze up to Hank, “—already ordered that walk.”

I release them and turn, sashaying toward the house like I didn’t just hijack every ounce of control they thought they had.

Behind me, silence hangs for a beat too long.

Then Hank growls, low and lethal.

Gabe laughs, breathless. “We’re so fucked.”

Their returned smiles are wicked, their eyes promising more.

Much more.

But for now, the walk awaits, and I can’t wait to see where this day takes us—these two dangerous men who thought they were in control until they weren’t.

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