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“Only a few?” His blue eyes go molten. “I seem to recall it takes a bit longer than that.”

“Cute.” Sybil tugs me away by the hand. “I want to introduce you to some guys. Ash asked me to show you around a bit.”

How much does she know? Is she aware that I’m here to pick out two men who will join Ash and me in the bedroom?

The answer grows clear as she drags me toward a quartet of attractive men near the edge of the pool. She lowers her voice as we draw close. “I’ll point out the men who get the best marks for the triple-male foursome.”

“Marks?” I trip on the toe of my sandal, but Sybil keeps me steady. “Do guests actually grade them?”

“It’s a figure of speech, but I did read a number of guest reviews.” She waves to a man with pretty brown eyes and skin the color of warm honey. “Working here as long as I have, you get good intel on who’s skilled at what. Plus, I’ve done my own research?—”

“God, I love you.”

“I know.” She laughs. “So does my wife.”

For the next several hours, I make the rounds with Sybil. We rarely stray far from Ash, and he checks in every few minutes to see how I’m doing.

But mostly, he’s giving me space to explore and feel comfortable. It’s a welcome relief, given the delicate nature of what we’re planning. It’s not every day that I navigate the nuances of asking two strangers to fuck me alongside their boss.

I chat with a consort named James about his favorite hikes near his hometown in Brisbane, Australia. A gentle-voiced consort named Ivan tops off my soda and tells me about his favorite coastal village in Croatia.

“Very beautiful,” he says. “Your eyes, they’re the exact color of north Adriatic where it kisses the shoreline in Rovinj.”

I smile at his earnest expression. “I hope that’s a good thing.”

“It is,” he says, kissing the back of my hand. “And I hope Mr. Holyfield knows just how lucky he is.”

Sybil walks by and throws me a wink. I take that to mean she’s been spreading the word. That she’s nudging me toward prospective partners who won’t feel intimidated banging the boss’s new girlfriend.

It takes a certain sort of man to be comfortable with that, particularly when said boss will be part of the action.

“What do you think?” Sybil murmurs when we’re finally alone. “Anyone jumping out at you?”

“A few.” I survey the crowd, earning a few friendly waves and some smiles. “I really like Logan.”

“Isn’t he the best? Great guy.”

“Yes, but something tells me he’s not the right guy for me.” It’s the weirdest feeling, but I have an odd hunch Logan Wilder is meant for a different sort of woman. “Zane seems great. I think I’ll ask him.”

“Ooh, good pick.” She grins. “A man with an impressive sexual vocabulary who isn’t afraid to share his knowledge with parrots.”

I laugh and sip from my soda. “I’m thinking about Nico.”

“From Italy?” Smiling, she winks at the wavy-haired consort across the pool. “He was hoping you’d pick him. Holyfield doesn’t intimidate him like he does some of the other guys. And he won’t stop talking about how much he wants to taste all your freckles.”

I shiver with pleasure, grateful to know there’s a mutual attraction. It’s one thing to have a four-way unfold organically. But making it happen like this has me a little unsteady.

“Relax, Camille.” Sybil leans in and kisses my cheek. “Every man here and most of the women want to lick every inch of your body. No one does this job unless we are completely obsessed with the female form. And no consort says yes to an enchantment they’re not one-hundred percent enthusiastic about.”

“Thanks.” That puts me at ease and turns me on at the same time. There isn’t much hotter than an enthusiastic lover.

I catch Ash’s eye from across the pool. He gives me a smile that rattles my bones like lightning. As he starts heading toward us, my heart begins thumping. “What happens now? Do I proposition the guys, or?—”

“Leave it to us, sweetie.” She feathers another soft kiss on my cheek. “The Fortress and I will take care of everything.”

CHAPTER 18

ASHTON

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