Phoenix stops too.
 
 Then we hear Ivy’s moan. Muffled. Like prayer dripping from her lips.
 
 I push the door open with two fingers. Slow. Silent.
 
 And the sight nearly drops me.
 
 She’s on her knees in front of him.
 
 Myles is splayed against the couch, head thrown back like he just saw God, panting heavily through his mask. One hand fisted in her hair, the other gripping the armrest so tight the veins in his forearm bulge.
 
 And her…goddamn.
 
 Her plump lips stretch around his cock like they were made for it. She moves steadily, taking him deeper with every dip of her head. Her tongue works him like she knows his every weakness, hair spilling around his wrist. Every soft sound she makes might as well be a blade carving through my control.
 
 For a second, I can’t move. Can’t breathe.
 
 My stomach knots as I fight to look away.I shouldn’t be watching. I shouldn’t be turned on.My muscles twitch to reach for my growing cock but I force them to stay rooted where they are.
 
 And the worst part? I’m not jealous. Not even close. I’m high on it.
 
 She pulls back with a wet sound, saliva shining on her lips, cheeks flushed, eyes glassy. Myles murmurs something low, and she nods, giving him a sultry look before taking him into her mouth again.
 
 Then it hits me—she’s notjustsucking his cock.
 
 She’s giving himeverything. Submission. Trust. Her whole fucking soul if he asks.
 
 Phoenix tuts and pushes past me, stepping into the room. The air changes immediately. As if the oxygen just turned to gasoline.
 
 “Myles,” he interrupts, voice commanding.
 
 Myles doesn’t move. But Ivy does. She flinches, pulling off his cock with a pop, her lips swollen, chin slick.
 
 “Phoenix…” she gasps, voice dripping with guilt.
 
 I brace for the explosion. For him to drag her out and put Myles through the fucking wall.
 
 But he doesn’t. He actually steps closer. Calmly.Controlled. And that restraint is far more threatening than rage.
 
 “I was just—” she starts, but his hand lifts, cutting her off.
 
 “It’s okay,” he says, but the edge in his tone tells me it’s a lie.
 
 I’m holding my breath like letting it out will trigger a bomb.
 
 But then Ivy rises slowly, steps like she’s walking into fire, and lays her hands on Phoenix’s chest. Her eyes flick up once, searching his before she tilts her chin up and presses a kiss to his mask.
 
 A soft peck.A test.
 
 Phoenix’s restraint snaps like a wire.
 
 His hands crush her hips, and he yanks her flush against him as he rips the mask off and crashes his mouth to hers.
 
 My gut turns molten.
 
 Myles is on his feet in a breath, sliding in behind her, sandwiching her tiny body between them. Caged like prey between predators.
 
 And God help me, the sound that spills from her when they both touch her… it wrecks me. A moan so raw and sweet I swear I feel it in my fucking bones.