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He spits on my clit, his other hand moving in so he can run circles on the sensitive nub.

My whole body vibrates with pleasure. Words become nothing but an incoherent accessory. All I can do is let the hurricane that is Leif sweep me away and hope like hell that when this is all over, there are some pieces of me left.

I’m already not so sure there will be any pieces of me left.

He leans over me, his mouth sucking on my ear lobe.

“Look at you twitch and squirm.”Thrust. “I want to see Enzo fuck this tight ass, while I fuck your pussy. Maybe Davi in your mouth. You think you can handle that, Hadley?”

“Oh,” summa cum laude. Graduating college class and every word in the English dictionary disappears with the visual he just gave me.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

“Leif,” I gasp as his hips snap forward again, the pressure of his palm on my lower abdomen making me feel every inch of him inside me. My head falls back against the table, hair spilling around me like a halo.

“You like that?” he whispers against my throat, his tongue tracing the vein that pulses there. “I can feel your heartbeat. Like a hummingbird trapped in your chest.” Again he whispers under his breath, “My hummingbird.”

I can’t form words, can only moan as his thumb continues its devastating circles on my clit. The pleasure is so intense it borders on pain, and I’m suddenly aware of the cold marble beneath my bare back, the museum’s shadows stretching around us.

“Stop thinking,” he commands, his voice dropping to a growl that reverberates through my body. “Your pulse is in my mouth. It’s telling me you’re somewhere else.”

“How did you—” He thrusts harder, cutting off my question.

“Because I’m paying attention to every part of you.” His eyes meet mine, and for a moment, they flash, actually flash, with something that can’t possibly be real. “The way your breath catches when you’re thinking too much. The way your fingers twitch when you’re trying to analyze.”

He’s right. Even now, some part of me is cataloging this experience, trying to understand the magnetic pull these three men have on me. The danger they might pose. The way they move too fast, speak too cryptically. And of course Callie.

“You’re doing it again,” he murmurs, slowing his pace to an almost torturous rhythm. “What are you afraid of, Hadley?”

“I’m…” Am I afraid?

When was the last time I let go? When I felt safe enough to ride the waves of pleasure for longer than the three seconds it takes for my vibrator, Barnaby, to get me off.

The question hangs in the air between us, unanswered. Because I don’t know the answer. I’ve spent so much time building walls, keeping everyone at arm’s length, that I’ve forgotten what it feels like to simply exist without analyzing.

Leif’s eyes soften, reading something in my expression that I haven’t voiced. He kisses me again, this time with a gentleness that makes my chest ache. His thrusts slow, becoming almost reverent.

“Belong to us,” he whispers against my lips. The words strike me, because it feels like he is hinting at so much more. “Just for tonight,” he adds after my hesitation.

Just for tonight.The phrase echoes in my mind, but it feels like a lie, to both of us. Because something tells me that even if I walk away tomorrow, nothing will ever be the same.

So just for tonight, I surrender to the sensation, letting my hands roam his body, memorizing the contours of his muscles, the warmth of his skin. My fingers trace the scars on his back, strange patterns that look almost like… no, that’s impossible.

“Right there. There. There,” I murmur as he hits a spot inside me that makes my vision blur. “Leif, I…”

“Shh,” he silences me with another kiss. “Look at me. That’s all you have to do.”

He pulls out suddenly, leaving me gasping and empty. Before I can protest, Leif lifts me from the table and sets me on my feet, spinning me around so my palms press against the cool surface.

“Now we wait for the others,” he whispers against my ear, his breath hot on my neck. “They won’t be far behind.”

As if summoned by his words, footsteps approach from down the hall, not hurried, but deliberate. Purposeful. My heart hammers against my ribs as anticipation builds. Because they’ll see me, laying over a table, Leif running a calloused fingertip down my spine.

Davi appears first, his dark eyes widening at the sight of me bent over the table. Enzo follows close behind, his pants pulled on but unbuttoned.

Davi? Davi is still naked. I’m not sure he ever put clothes back on after Leif stripped them off of him.

“Sharing is caring,” Davi says, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down my spine.