Page 10 of Chloé

Chloé licked at her swollen lips as she looked over his shoulder to Ethan.

“Why don’t you go take a shower and unwind? Zayne and I will take these boxes upstairs. Once you’re done, come join us on the balcony for dinner.”

“Are you sure? I don’t mind helping.”

Zayne fingered one of the curls that had escaped its confines. “We got this. Go and relax.”

She looked upstairs. The idea of a nice, hot shower on her aching muscles sounded like heaven. “Okay. I promise not to be too long.”

“Take as long as you like.”

She made her way to the stairs, but before she headed up, she stopped and turned back to where the two of them stood watching her.

“For dinner…”

“Yes?” Ethan waited for her to continue.

“How about a thick, juicy burger and some crinkle-cut fries?”

“Work up an appetite today?”

“Sure did. I’m starving.” With that, she jogged up the stairs and headed into her new bedroom.

Wow…

It was hard to believe that a few months ago she didn’t know either one of these men, when now she felt so intrinsically connected to them. She wasn’t delusional. She knew there was still a lot they all had to learn about one another. But with every day that passed they became more intimately woven, and this was just one more layer.

Theirbedroom.Theirbed.Theirsanctuary.

She now shared this space with them, and she had a fierce urge to lay claim to every inch of the place—and men—that were now hers.

She looked at the large bed in the center of the room where she’d spent many nights tangled up between Ethan and Zayne, and smiled. There was a third pillow up against the headboard and an empty space on top of the bureau in the corner.

They’d gone out of their way to make room for her, to let her know that they wanted her to be a permanent part of their life. Something as simple as that pillow and an empty space for her perfumes and knickknacks made her heart full to bursting.

She could hear them moving around downstairs and knew the sooner she got in the shower, the sooner she could go and help them. So she hurried into the bathroom and stripped out of her clothes, then stepped under the water.

With her eyes shut, Chloé tipped her head back and moaned as she slicked her hands through her hair and let the steam envelop her.

God, that felt good. The heat on her tight muscles loosened them as she rolled her shoulders and cracked her neck from side to side. She wasn’t sure how long she stood there, but when her stomach began to grumble, she decided it was time to finish up.

She opened her eyes and spotted a new bottle of body wash—herbody wash—on the shower shelf.Ethan. She knew that was his attention to detail. She’d brought her soap over a couple of times when she’d stayed, but never left it. Now here was a brand-new bottle, and beside that, a fluffy pink loofah.Thatwas Zayne.

Practicality and comfort—it was the perfect combination and summed them up pretty well.

Chloé smiled and picked up both, then poured some of the sweet-smelling soap onto the sponge and quickly washed up, wanting to get back to her two men so she could thank them for making her feel so welcome…

In whatever way they saw fit.

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“SO WHERE SHOULD I put this?” Zayne pointed to the box at his feet. “Did you find enough room in our closet?”

“I did, actually.” Ethan opened the door to their walk-in and stood aside. “Right over there.”

Zayne hefted the box up, walked inside, and saw that Ethan had in fact managed to clear off an entire side for Chloé. He put the box in the far corner and then turned to look at the opposite side of the wall, noticing Ethan’s suits and ties occupying one end and his jeans and shirts on the other.

He let out a low whistle. “Impressive.”

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