“Maybe you can.”

I nod.

Things are going according to plan. I was worried about what’s going to happen after, but now I worry about never feeling the way I do when I’m with Henry and Georgiou.

He presses his lips to mine for the sweetest kiss we’ve ever shared then we head home.

It’s like a repeat of the other day because Georgiou is home when we get back, and the moment he sees us, we all head upstairs to bed.

The nights that follow are the same, but on Wednesday night, my first day where I went back to Cordelia’s, I notice the guys planning in the kitchen when I get there.

I’m so ready to see them and do anything that I skip into their arms. I had to have lunch with Peter earlier, and it was awful.

He was talking about the fucking engagement party on Saturday. I can’t believe it’s that time already. Dad will be back on Friday. So that means I’m only going to see the guys on Sunday this weekend.

When I do, it’s going to feel weird being engaged when I’m with them. It will feel like I’m cheating, although I’m not.

“We’re doing something different tonight,” Henry announces, and a wicked smile brightens Georgiou's face.

I kiss them both, and Georgiou slips his arm around me.

“What are we doing?” I ask.

“You’ll see, Duchess. Do you want dinner now or later?”

“Later. I want to see what you are going to do to me.”

Georgiou kisses my neck and feels up my ass while Henry kisses my lips and massages my breasts.

“Let’s go,” Georgiou says, and the two lead me upstairs.

We go into the room down at the end of the passage instead of my room. I haven’t been in here before. When I look around, I see why.

The first thing my eyes land on is a metal St. Andrews cross.

Thanks to Cordelia, I’m well versed in things like this. She tells me everything, and she thinks she should show me too, so I know what she’s talking about.

When she started going to the BDSM club in town with one of her boyfriends, she explained how thrilling the experience was.

All I can say is it made me curious.

That’s all—curious. So while I might not know on a first-hand basis what it feels like to be tied up, I’m not averse to the idea.

And since my answer is always yes to my two gorgeous men, I guess this is what I’ll be doing tonight.

There’s a king-size bed in the corner of the room that looks similar to my bed, but it’s clear from the apparatus spread around the room that it was designed for BDSM.

There are chains on the wall, chains on the nightstand beside the bed. There’s a padded horse thing in the center of the room and an island with an assortment of little pots that smell like candle wax. It crosses my mind that that’s exactly what it is.

There’s also a bucket of ice.

“Tonight, we’re doing this,” Georgiou states.

I’m not surprised he’s taking the lead. From the glint in his eyes, I think this is more his thing than Henry’s, although the two of them seem excited to do this with me. Their excitement has a hungry feel to it. Like they’re two devils waiting to dirty me up even more than they have.

Georgiou gives me a cocky masculine grin, and his eyes darken with dark desire.

A desire for me.