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"Mark's the little spoon," Hunter murmurs, and Skylar laughs when he pulls her toward him for a cuddle.
"Maybe Paul wants that honor." I turn, ready to get up so Paul can lie with her, but the door to the room snicks shut, and I realize he's already gone.
Damn it.
That asshole could out-Scrooge Ebenezer.
Chapter nine
Skylar
Iwake up in what can only be described as heaven, sandwiched between two hunky pieces of man-candy. Hunter's large forearm locks me in place, and Mark's leg is thrown over mine like they want to keep me in bed forever. The guys snore softly, alternating snorts to create my own personal sound machine.
Their naked bodies pressed against mine are the sexiest hot potatoes in the history of humankind. But holy hell, I need some air.
I manage to wiggle out of the nest of limbs without waking them and quickly fill my absence with a large pillow sham wethrew to the floor. I stifle a giggle as both guys snuggle into pillow-me.
Padding across the room, I slip Hunter's T-shirt over my head and open the door quietly. I stand in the hallway, eyeing the other doors, knowing Paul is behind one of them. He seemed less into this idea than the other guys, although the way he watched me as I deep-throated his cock earlier suggests that it wasn't the worst night he's spent.
I shake my head, walking to the front of the condo where I left my purse and phone. I need to check in with Holly and let her know I'm okay.
Am I though?
Hunter and Mark seem to want to do this again, unless that was just talk in the heat of the moment. They have no idea I'm supposed to get on a plane in less than twenty-four hours and travel the world for the next few months.
Will they wait for me to come home?
Do I want them to?
What would I do if they offered to make this permanent?
How long would an arrangement like that last, and could I deal with it ending?
The questions swirl in my head on repeat, and my anxiety builds like a slow balloon.
Tonight was the single most erotic evening of my existence. Tonight, I was sexy and special, but it was more than that. I was... loved. And that is precisely why tonight needs to be a one-and-done event.
I can't keep my heart out of it, which means it's going to end badly for everyone.
When I turn the corner, I jump, holding a hand to my chest to stem my panic.
Paul sits on the massive couch, a roaring fire the only light in the room. He's naked except for a pair of black boxer briefs, histoned muscles on display. I know I'm staring at him, but I can't stop myself.
"Do you scare easily?" Paul's deep timbre wraps around me, and somehow, the simple question sounds erotic. Like it means something more. My core throbs as I remember his commands in the bedroom when he directed the guys to please me.
"Can't sleep?" I ask, ignoring his question.
His dark eyes follow me as I round the couch. It could be the lack of light, but more than a flicker of lust crackles back at me.
"I don't sleep much." His eyes slide over my body in a slow, hungry perusal.
I swallow hard. My core throbs with a longing so intense that my legs wobble and I have to sit on the couch.
We stare at each other until I finally break the silence. "I'm sorry if you weren't fully on board for tonight, Paul." I lick my lips. "We shouldn't have done it if you didn't want to."
Paul lets out a sharp laugh, but he doesn't deny it.
I spot my purse on the cushion next to him and stand up. "I need to check in with my friend, Holly."
