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“It’s the best job I’ve ever had,” Hank adds, smirking. “You know, besides fucking you senseless.”

I throw a piece of toast at him.

Gabe laughs, shaking his head.

I sit back, taking them both in. Two men, built like gods, trained to kill, somehow turning my world upside down, and yet, there’s still one question pressing at the back of my mind, one I need answered.

I tilt my head, narrowing my eyes as I sip my coffee. “Alright, I’ve got to ask.”

Hank lifts a brow. “Here we go.”

“Finally.” Gabe leans back, a cocky smirk on his face.

“How did this—” I gesture between them, “—become a thing? The two of you, sharing women?”

Chapter 21

The question hangsin the air, intimate and loaded. The kitchen suddenly feels smaller, warmer. Gabe’s eyes darken as they lock with mine, that predatory focus I’m becoming too familiar with.

“Curious, sweetheart?” His voice drops an octave, a rumble that skims along my nerves.

“Obviously.” I refuse to squirm under his gaze.

Coffee steam curls between us as Hank shifts in his chair. His powerful arms fold across his chest, muscles flexing beneath his T-shirt. The amused glint in his eyes tells me he’s enjoying my discomfort a little too much.

“Funny enough, it wasn’t planned,” Hank says, voice measured in that way that makes me want to hear what comes next. “We served together—same SEAL team. We knew each other, but we weren’t close.”

“Not really,” Gabe adds, running a thumb along the rim of his mug. “We respected each other, sure. Had each other’s backs in the field. But outside of missions? Different circles entirely.”

Hank nods. “We’d grab beers with the team sometimes, but that was about it. I was the quiet one?—”

“And I was the loud-mouth troublemaker,” Gabe interjects with a grin. “We weren’t exactly looking to hang out.”

“So what changed?” I ask, leaning forward despite myself.

Gabe’s eyes spark with mischief. “We ran into each other at a BDSM club in San Diego.”

My eyebrows shoot up, coffee cup freezing halfway to my lips. “Excuse me?”

Hank chuckles, the sound low and knowing. “Yeah. Pure coincidence. I was there running a scene when I felt someone watching. Looked up to see this jackass staring at me from across the room. Eyes as big as saucers.”

“I couldn’t believe it,” Gabe says, his expression a mixture of amusement and something darker. “The stoic, straight-laced, by-the-book teammate I thought I knew was a kinky fucker expertly binding a woman who was begging for more. Let’s just say it made me see him in a whole new light.”

I shift in my chair, pressing my thighs together, because Hank in his element, commanding me? God help me; it makes me hot.

“And you?” I ask Gabe, struggling to keep my voice even. “You were just watching?”

His smile turns wolfish. “Oh no, sweetheart. I was with someone else. Things shifted when Hank and I realized we had…sharedinterests that went beyond tactical training.”

“What were you doing specifically?” I ask Hank, my voice a little too casual, betraying more interest than I’d like.

Hank’s lips curve into something dangerous. “What I do best. Taking control.”

Gabe leans in slightly, tapping his fingers against his mug. “I’d seen a lot of Doms before—guys who could handle a woman, knew how to push limits, work with restraint, all that.” He tilts his head toward Hank. “But this guy? I’d never seen someone own a scene like he did. He was deep in her head, and she was begging, pleading… It was impressive.”

“It was impossible not to notice Gabe watching me,” Hank adds. “After my scene wrapped up, I went looking for him.”

“We grabbed a drink after,” Gabe says. “Talkedshop like we were discussing mission parameters. Turned out we had complementary styles.”

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