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The thought of that gives me a thrill.

But Trent’s more focused on our immediate future. He’ssmiling at Logan with a look I can’t read. “So back to the rules. You don’t do bareback?”

“Nope.” Logan looks at me. “That’s sex without a condom, if you’re adding it to your notebook.” He smiles when I blush, then turns back to Trent. “We’re tested weekly as part of the job, so that’s not the issue. It’s more that I like holding back something meaningful. One little thing I don’t do unless I’m serious about someone, you know? In a committed relationship with feelings, rather than something casual.”

“Totally get it,” Trent says. “For the record,” he says, glancing at me, “I never ever, ever,everwent without a condom before you. That’s one line I never would have crossed.”

“Thank you.” I squirm in my seat, getting turned on just talking about this. “Should we get dessert?” I’m dying to finish our meal and get out of here. To go back to my room with these two scrumptious men and?—

“Hold on,” Logan says, glancing between us. “Why did you ask about bareback? Because let me just put it out there—I’d do it with you guys.”

I blink as my mouth hinges open. “Y-you would?” Why does that thrill me so much?

You know why.

It’s what he just said, plain and clear.

It’s more that I wanted to hold something meaningful back. One little thing I don’t do unless I’m serious about someone.

Trent looks at me and I look at him. We’re thinking the same thing, aren’t we?

“Uh—” A slow, sexy smile spreads over his face. “I don’t need dessert.”

“Me either.” Logan grins, thinking the same thing we are. “Unless?—”

“Don’t say it.” I know what he’s thinking from the salacious gleam in his eye. “You’re a better man than that, Logan.”

Trent snickers beside me, aligned with Logan in mutual mischief. “I mean, she did kinda set it up.”

“Seems wrong not to say it.” Logan grins. “It’d be a shame not to.”

“And shame has no place here.” Trent snickers again and squeezes my knee. “She said it herself at the start of this meal.”

“Fine.” My heart’s beating fast and I’m smiling so hard my cheeks hurt. “I’llsay it—creampie.”

The two men stand up so fast their chairs bang the concrete beneath them. “Let’s go,” Logan says, catching my hand as Trent slings an arm around my waist.

My heart rate ticks up ten notches as my two favorite men hustle me out through the exit.

Oh my God.

Here we go.

CHAPTER 14

TRENT

We tumble together through the door of Sara’s suite, a six-legged tornado of hungry hands and heated skin.

I’ve peeled off Sara’s panties before Logan kicks the door shut, and she’s already got both our shirts unbuttoned.

“Fuck, you feel good.” Logan tugs off her dress, biceps flexing as he backs her toward the bed. “I don’t know what I want to do to you first.”

“What are my options?” She giggles as I scoop her up and toss her back against the pillows. Her hair fans out in a dark cloud as my chest squeezes tight with how gorgeous she looks.

Mine.

I glance over at Logan, who’s looking at Sara with the same possession that’s throbbing through me.

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