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“Eyes on Pascal,” Zander commands.

I look at Pascal. His blue eyes are focused on me.

“Don’t fight it,” Pascal whispers. “Just feel it.”

I come hard. My thighs clamp around Jarek’s head, and my back arches, and Zander holds me tight against his chest while I shake. I squeeze Pascal’s hand so hard it must hurt. Jarek keeps his mouth on me, gentle now, working me through every pulse until I’m pushing weakly at his head.

He lifts his head, lips wet, wearing the cockiest grin I’ve ever seen. “Still got it.”

“No one said you didn’t,” I pant.

“I’m just making sure it’s on the record.”

Pascal kisses me while I catch my breath. Then his hand slides down my hip, over the curve of my ass, and rests there.

“Nina,” he says softly. “Have you ever been with anyone here?”

My heart stutters. “No.”

His thumb moves slowly against my skin. “Do you want to? With me?”

I think about it. I think about how I felt the night he tied me to his bed, how he checked on me with every step. How safe it felt.

“Yes,” I say. “Slowly.”

“Hold that thought.” Jarek jumps up, jogs upstairs, and comes back a minute later, tossing a small bottle onto the rug.

Zander raises a brow. “You kept that in your room?”

Jarek’s cocky grin is back. “I’m an optimist.”

“One more thing,” Zander says, ignoring him. “Condoms.”

“I’m on birth control,” I say. “And I got tested right after Reid.”

“I was tested before the trip,” Pascal says. “I’m clean.”

“Me too,” Zander says. “I’m always careful.”

I look at Jarek.

“Me too,” Jarek adds. “Clean bill of health. Merry Christmas to all of us.”

Zander looks at me. “Your call.”

“Then we don’t need condoms,” I say.

The guys agree.

That’s it. That’s the whole conversation.

Zander slides out from behind me and lies back on the cushions. “Come here.”

I crawl over him and settle on top of him, my chest against his, my knees on either side of his hips. His cock is hard between us, pressed against my stomach, but he doesn’t move to put it inside me. He just wraps his arms around my back.

“Pascal first,” he says. “Get her ready.”

Behind me, I hear the bottle open. Then something cool touches me, and I flinch.