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“Let me at least get you cleaned up a bit,” James says, already moving. He disappears into the bathroom and returns with a warm washcloth.
The intimacy of it—him gently cleaning between my thighs, careful and tender—makes my throat tight. This isn’t just sex. This is care. Affection.
“There,” he says softly, pressing a kiss to my knee before disposing of the cloth. “Better?”
I nod, not trusting my voice.
He returns to the bed, and they rearrange themselves around me again. Leo pulls the duvet up over all of us, cocooning us in warmth and soft cotton.
Luca’s fingers continue their gentle patterns on my skin. James’s thumb strokes over my knuckles. Leo’s breath is warm and steady against my neck.
I feel safe. Cherished. Like I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.
“Sleep, sweetheart,” Leo murmurs against my hair. “We’ve got you.”
And surrounded by their warmth, their steady breathing, the gentle touches that continue even as exhaustion pulls at me—I let myself drift.
I’m safe. I’m wanted.
Only for tonight, I’d said at the bar.
But lying here, my body still humming with satisfaction, surrounded by three men who’ve made me feel more desired and beautiful than I ever have before, I’m starting to think tonight might not be enough.
Not even close.
CHAPTER 4
Leo
I wake up hard.
Not surprising. I spent half the night watching the most beautiful woman I've ever seen come apart on my mates' cocks. Twice. While I sat in that chair and tortured myself.
Worth it.
I'd given up my spot behind her to Luca a few hours ago, let him have his turn wrapped around her. Now Rebecca's still asleep, soft and warm between James and Luca. Hair a mess across the pillow. Lips swollen. Marks blooming on her neck where we couldn't help ourselves.
Beautiful. So fucking beautiful.
My cock throbs. A painful reminder that I'm the only one who hasn't been inside her yet. Haven't felt how tight she is. How wet. How she'll fit around me.
That changes now.
Sunlight streams through the windows. We've got two hours before the convention. James has a panel. Luca's meeting with his agent. Rebecca wants to meet that author.
But first. I'm going to have her. While they watch.
Fair's fair.
I shift. Careful not to wake her. James stirs and opens his eyes and when he sees me a slow smile spreads across his face.
“Morning.” He stretches. Muscles rippling.
“Morning.”
“Sleep well?”
“Like shit. You?” I run a hand through my hair.
