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I’m sorry, I sign.

One sexy black brow arches.

Please forgive me.

He studies me intently for a few moments before the corners of his lips twitch. “What happened to your clothes?”

I look down at my bare breasts and unbuttoned jeans.

“I apologized to Tristan, and this is what happened.”

Constantine’s scowl gives way to a naughty grin, and he strides forward with purpose. Before he gets to me, Hendrix’s arms come around my waist, and I’m hauled back into the bedroom.

“We’re just getting started, firefly.”

CHAPTER 32

“That’s… not… very… sanitary,” I moan as Hendrix eats the strawberry he just shoved into my pussy.

He lifts his head from between my thighs and licks the juices from his lips. “But it’s delicious,” he replies and crawls up my body to kiss me, giving me a taste.

Tristan pushes him off me. “Let her eat her damn breakfast.”

I sit up when Constantine hands me my coffee. I’m going to need an infusion of it today to stay awake after being kept up all night being fucked within an inch of my life. I smile against the rim of my mug.

“That’s a good look on you, Red.”

I take the bite of toast Tristan holds out for me.

“What is?” I ask as I chew.

Constantine gets situated on the bed at my feet and digs into the scrambled eggs and sausage Hendrix made.

“Seeing you smile,” Tristan replies.

“I’m happy.”

It’s the last thing I should be feeling right now, but it’s the truth. Everything else may be in chaos, but this right here—breakfast in bed, laughing—makes all the bad stuff not so important.

Unfortunately, my inner voice decides to speak up.You need to tell them.

“Where’d you go?” Hendrix offers me a plump strawberry from the bowl of fruit he’s holding. I bite it in half, but all I can taste is his kiss.

“Just thinking.” Lifting a leg, I point my big toe at one of the metal rings on the bedpost. “What are those for?”

I’ve been wondering what they are since I first saw them, and Andie wouldn’t tell me, saying I’d find out soon enough, whatever that means.

Hendrix grins. “Those are for playtime.”

When I still look confused, Tristan says, “Bondage, baby. They’re used to tie someone up.”

Huh?Oh.I try to imagine what that would feel like, having my hands or feet bound. Not able to move while the guys did very dirty things to me.

Hendrix laughs. “The look on your face. So damn cute.”

I playfully smack his chest and steal a cube of cantaloupe. “I’m curious. How would it work with the belt?” I ask, still a little disappointed about last night.

Consider me a kid in a candy store, wanting to sample every tasty treat. If the past week has shown me anything new about myself, it’s that I really like sex.

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