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“Noted,” Zander says from the bed.

I laugh, and Jarek laughs, and then he shifts his angle and drives in deeper, and the laughter dies in my throat.

“Right there,” I gasp. “Jarek, just like that.”

He angles his hips and hits it again. I like that he follows instructions.

I hold on to him, my ankles locked at the small of his back, and he drives into me over and over, his breath hot against my neck. His hands grip my ass. Each time he pulls me down onto him, my clit grinds against his body, and the pressure starts building again, impossibly, a third time.

“You feel so good,” he groans into my neck. “You’re so fucking good. You have no idea what you do to me.”

“Don’t drop her,” Zander says.

“I would never.” Jarek pins me harder to the wall to prove it.

I bury my face in his shoulder. It’s building fast this time, too fast, my body so sensitive that every stroke feels like three.

“Jarek, I’m going to come again.”

“I know. Me too.” He pulls back just enough to look at me. His green eyes are dark, his hair a mess, his face flushed. There’s nothing charming or rehearsed in his expression. Just want. “Look at me. Come with me.”

I do.

It hits us at the same time. I clench around him, and he groans and thrusts deep and holds there, and I feel him pulse inside me while my own orgasm undulates through me. We’re both shaking. For a second, the only sound in the room is the two of us breathing.

Then Jarek laughs, breathless. “Okay. Now I’m done.”

“Thank God. I couldn’t go another round.”

He laughs harder.

He carries me back to the bed and lays me down. Zander pulls the blanket over me, and Jarek deals with the condom and flops down on my other side and wraps his arm around me.

I lie there between them, sweaty, sore in the best way, my body still humming.

I’ve never felt so uninhibited. Before, I always worried I was too much, or not enough. I never would have dared to imagine having two men at one time.

These men don’t make me feel needy, or like I ask for too much. They just want to give. And tonight, it’s like I’m the one being prioritized, and it feels incredible.

For all their wealth and power, Zander and Jarek are the kind of men I once only dreamed of. Their hearts are as deep as their pockets, and the way they pay attention to me makes me feel valued and seen. I adore the private man beneath Jarek’s public exterior. And if I could go back and accept this job from Zander over and over again, I would.

It’s not the job I find myself wanting to hold on to most, though. It’s him. It’s them.

Jarek twirls a strand of my hair around his finger, his chest still rising and falling against my side.

For a split second, I wonder what it would be like if Pascal were here too. Then I wonder whether he heard us. The walls in this house are thick, but not that thick.

I don’t have long to dwell on it before both men start to stir. They get up slowly, almost reluctantly. My eyes must give away the question in my head, because Zander answers it while Jarek grins and pulls on his pants.

“We still have half the month left,” Zander says, the muscles in his chest still flexing as he shrugs on his shirt. “I suppose we should pace ourselves.”

“Does that mean we’re doing this again?” I ask, sitting up against the headboard and pulling the blanket over my breasts.

“Oh, definitely,” Jarek says. “Assuming that’s what you want too.”

I nod, almost greedily, and watch them get dressed, feasting on the view.

When they head for the door to let me rest, I get out of bed and follow. Part of me wants to ask them both to stay, to sleep with me sandwiched in the middle, the way a wolf pack keeps its alphas on the outside. But the other part of me knows that with every moment of intimacy, physical and emotional, I risk getting more attached to these men.