Kai grins from across the table. “You look nervous.”
“I’m not nervous.”
“Liar.” But his tone is affectionate. “It’s okay. We won’t bite.”
“Much,” Donovan adds, and heat floods my face.
Dinner is some kind of pasta that probably tastes incredible, but I barely register it. I’m too aware of Grant’s hand on my thigh under the table. Of Donovan watching me with those knowing eyes. Of Kai’s foot brushing mine every time he shifts position.
They’re doing this on purpose. Building the tension. Making me hyperaware of every touch and glance.
It’s working.
By the time dessert arrives, I’m wound so tight I might snap.
Grant’s thumb traces circles on my thigh, higher than is appropriate for dinner. “Are you finished?”
I look down at my half-eaten chocolate mousse. “Yes.”
“Good.” He stands and offers his hand. “Come with me.”
I take his hand because what else am I going to do?
Donovan and Kai follow as Grant leads us out of the dining room and down the hallway to his bedroom.
His bedroom. Where we’re going to?—
My brain short-circuits.
The door closes behind us, and suddenly I’m very aware that I’m alone with three men who all want me. Who I want. Who I agreed to let have me.
“Breathe,” Grant says, his hands on my shoulders. “We’re not going to rush you.”
“I’m fine.”
“You’re terrified.” His thumb brushes my cheek. “We can stop whenever you want. This only happens if you want it.”
I look at him. Then at Donovan. Then at Kai.
They’re all watching me with the same expression.
“I want it,” I say, and my voice doesn’t shake. “I want all of you.”
Grant’s eyes darken. “Then you’ll have us.” His hands settle on my shoulders, steadying me.
Donovan stands to my left, eyes burning.
Kai circles behind me, already grinning like he’s won something.
“Breathe, baby,” Grant murmurs against my ear.
I try. I really do.
The zipper of my dress whispers down my spine. Cool air kisses newly exposed skin. Grant peels the fabric off my shoulders, letting it pool at my feet. Donovan’s mouth finds the hollow beneath my ear while Kai drops to his knees in front of me, palms gliding down my thighs as he rolls each stocking off with deliberate slowness. His teeth graze the sensitive skin just above my knee, and I laugh-shudder.
I’m naked except for dark blue lace panties. Three sets of hands map every inch like they’re memorizing me.
Grant lifts me and lays me in the center of his massive bed. The sheets are cool silk against my back. He crawls over me, kissing me slow and deep, swallowing every nervous sound I make. Donovan and Kai flank us, descending at the same time.
