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"That good, eh?"

"All four of us next time, right?" I tip my head back to look up at him, his gaze pulling me in. I run my fingers over his cheek, connecting the freckles.

He nods. "I wanted to this time, but I would never forgive myself if I hurt you."

"You won’t hurt me," I murmur, resting my cheek against his chest as the water pummels my back. I relax in his arms as he slides soapy hands over my body and gently splashes water between my legs. He turns the shower off and wraps me in a fluffy towel, using another to squeeze the water from my hair. We help each other into robes, and then I turn to the mirror, carefully detangling my hair with my fingers. I study Lach, and he looks back at me, the corner of his mouth pulling up.

"You look like you were just thoroughly fucked," he says roughly.

"And you look like a smug bastard," I shoot back, unable to keep the smile off my lips.

His eyes darken, and he grabs my wrist, spinning me toward him. "I may be a bastard, but I’ll never be smug when it comes to you," he says, pressing his lips to mine.

Cam pokes his head in the door, a tenderness softening his eyes. "The food is here when you two are ready," he says. He starts to leave but decides against it, embracing us instead, kissing me thoroughly before turning to Lach and drawing him into a passionate kiss. A thrill goes through me, and suddenly I’m desperate to know what it would be like for the three of us to make love. My pussy throbs painfully, and I break away from them, holding up my hands.

"My body thinks it’s a good idea to fuck you both, but I need food, drink, and a nap before the next round," I say, waving an imaginary white flag. They laugh, taking one hand each and leading me to the balcony where dishes covered in silver domes await us. Jack is lounging in a wrought-iron chair, his hair mussed, half pulled back, the rest hanging around his face. He’s wearing a robe like the rest of us, only his barely fits over his large frame. Muscular thighs snag my attention, and I swallow hard, resisting the urge to touch him. I sit on his lap so I can’t look at his body, immediately realizing my mistake as he presses a hand against my stomach, spanning the space between my hipbones as he pulls me against him.

"I ordered a little of everything," he says, slipping his hand inside my robe, the heat of his fingers making my breath hitch. Lach piles a plate high and sets it in front of me before serving himself. Jack picks up a slice of steak and holds it to my lips, waiting for me to take a bite before finishing it. Both of us groan as the flavors explode over our tongues.

"Watch it," he murmurs in my ear. "If you make that sound again, I’ll have to take you into the bedroom and figure out how to make you do it again."

"Maybe I only make that sound when I eat something I like," I murmur, licking my lips.

"Mmm. Is that so?" He tightens his grip, flexing his hips against me, his cock pressing into my back.

"Already?" I ask, raising an eyebrow at him, trying to play off the desire coursing through my body.

"Always," he answers, a wicked gleam in his eyes.

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"Eating that much was a horrible idea," I groan, sinking into my chair.

"How can you not when it tastes so fucking good?" Lach asks, spooning up a bit of chocolate torte and holding it to my lips.

"Sex and full stomachs do not go together." My eyes roll back as the chocolate explodes over my tongue.

"They're about to if you don't stop making sounds like that," Jack grumbles, giving me a dirty look.

"Now would be a perfect time to tour the castle," Cam pipes in, pushing his glasses up his nose. His hair falls over his forehead as he talks, excitement shining in his eyes. "We can burn off the food while we take the tour and then come back and..." he trails off, his gaze softening.

"Fuck like animals?" Lach finishes for him, grinning. His robe has fallen open, revealing the light dusting of golden hair over his chest.

"Yes, that." Cam clears his throat, heat creeping up his cheeks. He licks his lower lip and pulls it into his mouth without realizing what he's doing. Lach and I stare at him, imagining all the dirty things that mouth can do, and we lunge simultaneously, taking turns kissing him.

My forehead collides with Lach's cheek. "Fucking hell!" he splutters, covering his cheek with his hand, his eyes wide. I try to keep in my laugh but snort instead, the three of us dissolving into a fit of giggles.

The sound of dishes being cleared brings us back to the present, and we all scramble to help Jack clear the table, sneaking morsels of food before we can relinquish them back to the serving cart.

"We bought a dress for you; it was supposed to be for dinner tonight," Lach says as Jack pushes the cart into the hallway.

"And I ruined it for you." My heart falls.

"Wear it now!" Cam suggests, his eyes lighting up.

"To the castle?"

They both nod. "We can go out for drinks afterward," Lach says.

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