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“You know why you didn’t,” I argue.

He tries to take my drink back, but I whine and he returns it while stealing a kiss.

“How long are we staying?” Lief asks.

“Are you not having fun, Viking? I haven’t asked to dance,” I say, knowing how much dancing turns him on and makes him want to leave whatever event we’re at.

“Too many events involving too many people,” he explains.

“Oh,” I agree, before moaning again. My head falls back. “Chase, you’re too good at that.”

“You need better shoes,” he argues.

“We should have gotten you custom heels for Christmas,” Hunter says. “But if you keep moaning, we’re all going to be in trouble.”

Lief nods. Chase slides my shoe back on, making me feel like Cinderella. I sigh and look between my men. “Okay, I’m on Lief’s side right now.”

“About?” Chase asks.

“Getting the hell out of here. Mini food lightly poured drinks, far too many people around, so I can’t ravage all of you right here on this table,” I say with a sigh.

Hunter pulls me up and against him. “That can be fixed as soon as we take some photos.”

“Which means being the naughtiest couple here,” I tease.

He groans and kisses me with passion. I tug on his tie, pulling him closer. Another body presses against mine and I’m sure it’s Chase since he likes to kiss right behind my ear. I rub over his hip and squeeze.

Hunter draws back and spins me under his arm so I can kiss Chase. I giggle before kissing him, too. Chase draws back, and both brothers set me in Lief’s lap. I stroke down Lief’s chest and undo two buttons.

Hunter and Chase go to do something, but Lief rubs my thigh. “Are you warm now?”

“You warmed me up before we left. We can make up when we get home,” I promise him. “Leave your tie on.”

He growls low in his throat. “You think you’ll be in charge?”

“I’m going to put you on your knees and pull you where I want with your tie. Guess where we’ll start.”

His lips brush my ear. “I’m going to eat you out while you blow Chase. Let’s make Hunter squirm.”

I shudder and nod. “You get me first. I want to feel you, to know we’re okay.”

“We are, viper.”

“I’m sorry if I drew blood,” I say.

“You got through to me, even if you fight dirty,” he snorts.

“I know you hold back when we spar. You would never hurt me. Don’t hold out in bed. Get all that anger out,” I say with a wink.

“You won’t be in charge long,” he says before nipping my bottom lip.

I kiss him, drawing out each curl of my tongue. Soon enough, I’m in Chase’s arms. He dances with me slowly, holding me close as we exchange steamy kisses. The way he touches me, shows me off, worships me it makes me feel good.

Hunter steals me from Chase and sticks out his tongue. “I can do slow dancing and club dancing.”

“Yeah, yeah. Just don’t forget who our fiancée chose first,” Chase huffs.

“First doesn’t matter. We all have her now,” Hunter argues.

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