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I glance at the door to the sauna. Valerie should be joining us soon. I’ve been spoiled by our time together. Even the thought of returning to the mansion, of dealing in bloody affairs, trying to navigate everything that I used to do happily has a frown tugging on my lips. I’d rather be here, curled up with Valerie, giving her every bit of attention and love I have.

“How can we have a genuine marriage with her if we’re always flirting with death?” Lief asks.

“You say that like you don’t love an exciting life on the edge of a blade or living at the speed of a bullet,” I chuckle.

Lief smiles. “I do, and Ihaveloved it ... but I love Valerie more.”

The door opens on cue and Valerie walks in wearing just a towel. I lick my bottom lip as I look her over. She’s pure sin, constant temptation, and I’m sure that I’m always going to want her the second I see her. She stretches her arms above her head and yawns.

“Is this safe to do right after waking up, Viking?” She asks before sitting between us.

“It’s safe to do anytime, unless you haven’t been hydrating,” Lief says while rubbing over her knee and up to the towel. “I know that’s not a problem for you.”

“Considering how you three force-feed me water before, during, and after fun,” Valerie giggles. She takes my hand and bites her lip. “How was documentary day yesterday?”

“Very good, especially since you were just wearing that teddy. It was my favorite,” I admit.

Red, barely more than some ribbon crisscrossed over her body, covering what I want most while showing off her curves, her cleavage, her ass. It was perfect and distracting as hell. I pull Valerie’s hand to my mouth and trace her lifeline with my tongue.

“Krolik, this is supposed to be for relaxation, not ...” Valerie says in a breathy voice that sinks under my skin.

“I’m being innocent. Where is your mind headed?” I tease.

“In the right direction,” Lief growls before kissing her neck. “It might be too warm for towels.”

“Far too warm for towels,” I agree, letting mine fall to the side.

Valerie swallows as she looks me up and down. Sheappraisesus. Whether we’re naked or dressed, we might as well be movie stars to her. How can I remember the age difference, remember all the differences between us, all the ways she can ‘do better’ when she looks at us with so much desire?

Her eyes meet mine and she smirks. “All that hardness for me, Hunt?”

“It always is, Valerie,” I say with a smile.

“And to think, there was a time when you were a flirtatious, hard-to-get asshole,” she teases. Lief bites her shoulder and she groans while reaching back to grab his towel. “And you were more interested in small talk than flirting.”

“Small talk worked,” Lief says against her skin.

“And you were the one who was playing hard-to-get,” I remind her, “Pretending like you didn’t want me.”

She bites her bottom lip. “Maybe I’m just tolerating you for the Viking?”

I arch an eyebrow at her and draw back. “Is that a fact?”

Lief gives me a victorious grin. “I’m the favorite because I don’t cause problems.”

Huffing, I shake my head. Valerie stands, her towel falling away before she straddles me. She cups my face in both hands and kisses my nose. “I’m not allowed to tease you now that we’re engaged?”

“It’s not teasing when you say it like that,” I grumble, trying to avoid her gaze.

“Hunt,” she croons.

I put my hands on hers, ready to pull her wrists off me. I can tolerate plenty, but I don’t like comments saying that she only wants one of us. She agreed to all of us when we proposed, and she proposed to all of us. Enough people doubt our relationship already and if she said some shit like that in public ...

“I love you, Hunter,” Valerie insists–in Russian–while making me look at her. “You. I love how strong you are. How wild you are. I love ...” Her brow furrows, and she switches to English. “I love riling you up and making you as crazy as you make me.”

“I’ll have to keep teaching you Russian,” I murmur in response.

“Keep teaching me plenty, but don’t expect the fun in our relationship to end anytime soon. Teasing and all,” she kisses me and smiles. “And tell me if my teasing goes too far; not with spanking or walking away, but with your words. I’ll listen.”

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