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She grinned. “I wasn’t trying to wake him. I just—”

“Couldn’t resist touching him?”

She bit down into her lip as Zayne shifted and rested his chin on her shoulder.

“I can’t blame you. He’s pretty irresistible.”

“So are you.”

Zayne pressed a kiss to her shoulder, then smoothed a hand down to the curve of her hip, where he gently tugged her to her back and moved in to steal a morning kiss.

Chloé melted into the soft mattress as Zayne’s tongue swept along her lower lip then dipped inside, and she wrapped her arms around his neck and arched up into him. Now this was the way to wake up on her day off—kissing one of her lovers in their pool house after a night of unbelievable passion.

She had a vague recollection of how’d they’d gotten upstairs. It’d been after a relaxing midnight swim and then…round two. But after that she must’ve drifted off, because all she remembered was Ethan wrapping her up in a towel and carrying her up the stairs, apparently blissed out of her mind from the best surprise ever.

“How do you look so good in the morning?” Zayne kissed his way up her jaw, and when Chloé angled her head on the pillow to give him greater access, her eyes collided with Ethan’s.

“Now that’s a good question. Howdoyou look so good in the morning,petite fille?”

A smile slowly curved her lips. “I don’t. I’m a mess. Especially my hair.”

“Not true,” Ethan said as he reached for a strand, and Zayne raised his head.

“He’s right, Red. There’s nothing messy about you.” He pressed another quick kiss to her lips then leaned over her to greet Ethan the same way. “Good morning.”

“Good morning. I’m surprised you can move. Chloé worked you out pretty good last night, if I remember correctly.”

He did, and Chloé’s burning cheeks confirmed it. She still couldn’t believe what she’d done to Zayne last night. What Ethan hadlether do. But she had to admit, she’d loved every second of it. Driving Zayne crazy, holding the power, had been as much of a turn-on as following Ethan’s directions.

“I can move, but I’m definitely feeling it.” Zayne smirked at her. “Who knew our girl would be such a…rough rider?”

“Oh my God.” Chloé lowered her eyes, her cheeks scarlet now.

“Aw, that’s nothing to be ashamed of, Red. Being strapped down like that isn’t worth it unless I come out the other side looking like I’ve been ridden hard and put away wet.”

She groaned, and Ethan trailed his fingers down her arm. “Are you embarrassed?”

“No.” When he arched a brow, she rolled her eyes. “Okay, maybe a little.”

“Why? Did you not enjoy what happened last night?”

“No, I did. It’s just…” She shifted her eyes to Zayne, who was watching her with a devilish smirk.

“It’s okay, Red. You can say it.”

“He’s right.” Ethan shifted closer to them. “You can tell us anything. If you don’t like something, we want to know.”

Feeling a little cheeky with how they’d just played with her, Chloé made a show of worrying her lower lip. “I didn’t like it.”

Zayne’s forehead furrowed as he shifted off her to the side.

“Really?” Ethan’s voice relayed both of their shock, but then he nodded. “Okay. We must’ve misread that, but—”

“I didn’tlikeit,” she interrupted him, then grinned like a fiend. “Ilovedit.”

Ethan’s eyes narrowed, and the next thing she knew he was grabbing her and hauling her up over his body, sheet and all. Chloé shrieked, then started giggling.

“That was a very mean trick,petite fille.”

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