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“Perfect. She was perfect.” I look at him. “Thank you for the pass. For making this possible.”
“My pleasure, love.” He checks his watch. “Ready to head back?”
Leo and Luca are waiting by the exit, both grinning at me.
“So how was it meeting Isabelle?” Luca asks, pulling me into a hug.
“Amazing. She signed all my books and told me to keep being brave.”
“Good advice,” Leo says, taking my hand. His fingers lace through mine with easy confidence. “Now let’s get out of here. I’ve been patient all day. Done with being patient.”
We head for the elevators together, and people stare, but I don’t care anymore. Let them look, let them wonder.
The elevator doors close around us, and Leo pulls me against his chest. His hand slides into my hair, tilting my face up to his.
“Still good?” he asks softly. “Not overwhelmed?”
I think about last night. About this morning. About the way all three of them have made me feel today. Wanted, protected, cherished. About the fact that I said “only for tonight” but I’m already dreading tomorrow when this ends.
I don’t want tomorrow. I don’t want this to end.
“I’m good,” I say, and mostly I mean it. “Just don’t want today to be over yet.”
Something flashes in Leo’s eyes—relief, maybe, or hope. “It’s not over, sweetheart. We’ve still got all night.”
All night. But what about after that?
I push the thought away. Tomorrow can wait. Tonight is what matters.
“Good,” I whisper. “Because I’m not done with you three yet.”
His smile is slow and devastating. “That’s what I like to hear.”
And as the elevator climbs toward the penthouse, I let myself have this. Whatever comes next can wait until tomorrow.
CHAPTER 6
James
The Chinese food arrives twenty minutes after we get back to the suite, and I’m grateful for the brief respite. Watching Rebecca all day—knowing I couldn’t touch her properly, couldn’t claim her the way I wanted to—has left me coiled tight with want.
I’ve been patient all day, I’m done being patient.
Leo tips the delivery driver generously while Luca spreads the containers across the dining table. Rebecca settles into one of the chairs, her shoes kicked off, looking simultaneously relaxed and aware of the three of us watching her.
The marks on her neck are vivid against her skin. Every time I see them, something possessive stirs in my chest. Mine. Ours. The evidence of what we did to her last night.
Mine. God, she’s beautiful.
“Sweet and sour chicken,” Luca announces, opening containers. “Fried rice, spring rolls, beef and broccoli—we definitely ordered too much.”
“Speak for yourself,” Leo says, already digging in. “I’m starving.”
Rebecca laughs, reaching for her chopsticks. “This is amazing. I’m actually hungry for the first time all day.”
“We wore you out,” Luca says with a grin. “That was the plan.”
I watch her eat, the way her lips close around the chopsticks, the small sound of pleasure she makes when she tastes the chicken. Everything about her is sensual without trying. It’s maddening.
