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The sensible part of my brain kicks in. “I’m not sure. I mean, I want to, but…”

“Safety first,” Calvin says approvingly. “Is there someone you’d like to bring along?”

“My brothers both enjoy kink. We’re triplets,” I add.

“Triplets?” Gabe raises his eyebrows.

“Yeah. Triple the trouble.”

Ivy smirks.

“Oh, not like that! We don’t… we’re not… into doing stuff together.” Heat rises to my cheeks, and I glare at the floor.

“What are your brothers named?” Gabe asks.

The sound of his voice makes me lift my chin and look at him. “Archie and Corey.”

Gabe and Calvin exchange another look.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Archie, Blake, and Corey, A-B-C. I’ve heardallthe jokes.”

“They’re lovely names,” Calvin says.

I blush again and then look at Ivy. “Will you and your girlfriend be there?”

“No. It’s guys only. Plus, I’m not really into that kind of stuff.”

“I hope it was all right to ask you,” Gabe says. “We wouldn’t want you to feel uncomfortable.”

“I don’t. I’m flattered.” Not that there’s any kind of promise of a hookup with either of them, but there must be a chance, right? Why else would they have asked me?

The buzzer rings.

“That’ll be the pizza,” Calvin says, standing. He goes to answer the door.

“You don’t need to give me an answer now,” Gabe says. “If you decide to come, with or without your brothers, drop me a text, and I’ll meet you outside. You won’t be let in without Calvin or me there to vouch for you.”

“I’ll think about it, thank you.” I want to say yes, but I need to talk to Archie and Corey first. I shouldn’t go unless at least one of them agrees to come with me.

“Is there a dress code?” I decide to assume I am going so I don’t make a prat of myself on the night by turning up in the wrong clothes.

“Smart casual to come and go,” Gabe replies. “You can wear whatever you want underneath.”

“Or as little as you want,” Calvin adds as he returns with four pizza boxes.

He sits and puts the boxes on the floor in the middle of our circle, opening them up. They ordered four different types—a Margherita, veggie, a meat feast, and a ham and pineapple. I wrinkle my nose at the last one and grab a slice of the meat feast. My stomach grumbles as I raise it to my lips, making me realise I’m starving.

“There will be nudity,” Gabe says. “So there’s a strict rule of no body shaming.”

“I’d never do that. Everyone is beautiful.”

Both men smile.

“You’re sweet,” Ivy says.

I barely register her words. All that matters is the way Gabe and Calvin are looking at me, their soft brown gazes filled with admiration. God, I really hope one of my brothers is up for some kinky fun because I really,reallywant to play with Gabe or Calvin at the party. Or both. Both would be amazing.

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