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It’s so satisfying.

But what’s even better is how ridiculously turned on I am right now from my two guys.

That was five chili peppers hot.

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OUR PRIVATE DATE

Chase

To play pro sports, you’ve got to be good at a bunch of things. Top among them is spotting opportunities, then seizing them.

I’m staring at one right now.

In the dressing room door of Charlotte Everly’s showroom stands Trina Beaumont. She’s wearing a teal dress that clings to her curves and a come-hither smile.

The woman is stunning.

We made a private appointment with the designer Ryker’s sister had told him about before.

So here we are as Trina models sexy dress after stunning dress. Since Charlotte just left to take a call, the three of us are alone on the second floor. I’m seated on a pink cushion that is so not my style. Ryker relaxes on a dark blue chair.

“Does this work for the wedding?” Trina asks us, sliding a hand down the front of the silky material.

Yup—that’s the opportunity. It’s like a breakaway, and I’m gliding down the ice. “It’s perfect,” I say, so hungry for her, like she is for us.

She bites the corner of her lips. “I think I need a little help with the zipper though.”

There’s no one between the net and me. Except…risk.

Briefly, I weigh it. At breakfast the other day, we talked about being cautious. But here we are. Alone. Out of view. And our girl’s chest is flushed, her eyes are glinting, and she’s clearly got one thing on her mind.

Because I see the fantasy in her eyes and I want this woman to have everything she wants.

The strength of that realization wallops me almost out of nowhere.

My breath strangles me for a few seconds as I gaze at a woman I’ve known for one week.One weekand I’m thinking crazy thoughts. Like if I could stop time so Monday never comes…

And these are crazy thoughts that have absolutely no place in my life or my plans.

But maybe, just maybe, I’d make a new plan for her.

And damn, that’s just too dangerous an idea. I’ve got to shake off those thoughts.

Focus on the things that are possible. Buying her all the clothes. Showering her with gifts and lingerie. Bringing her pleasure. Making her feel incredible.

My buddy and I can do that with her for three more nights.

“We better help you undo it then,” I say.

With a flirty smile, she turns around, and steps into the large dressing room. We’re up and out of our chairs in no time, following her there.

I shut the door, then move behind her. Ryker lifts her hair, running his fingers along the side of her neck, and she trembles as I undo the zipper. Turning her on together is such a high. I get to watch her experience a double dose of pleasure, and she craves that. She adores being touched all over by us.

She lets the sleeves fall, then she turns around and shimmies off the dress.

I groan. She’s wearing a pale pink bra and pink cotton boy shorts. She steps close. “I want to say thank you for earlier,” she says.

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