Enzo has gone completely still, his hand frozen on the faucet.
Remy takes a step forward, and there’s confidence in her stride mixed with nervous energy. “I figured if you’re going to spend all that money, I should model it for you.”
My mouth has forgotten how to form words.
“Remy.” Enzo’s voice is strained. “Fuck.”
“Three days of spoiling me, and I haven’t properly thanked either of you.” She steps closer. “I think it’s time I thanked you both. At the same time.”
CHAPTER 18
Remy
Enzo crosses the space between us in two strides, his hands framing my face as he kisses me. There’s nothing gentle about it. This is hunger and possession and everything we’ve been building toward.
Breck appears behind me. His hands settle on my hips, pulling me back against him, and I’m caught between them. The heat of their bodies surrounds me, and for a moment, I can’t think, can’t breathe. I can only feel.
Enzo pulls back, his eyes searching mine. Without a word, he extends his hand.
I take it.
Breck’s fingers lace through mine on the other side, and they guide me down the hallway to the main suite, the room they had given me, since it was the biggest.
The suite is massive, dominated by a bed that could fit five people comfortably.
The shopping bags from today sit on the dresser where I left them. Enzo’s gaze flicks to them, then back to me, and I catch the wicked gleam in his eyes.
“Stay here.” He crosses to the bags, rifling through until he finds what he’s looking for—a cream silk ribbon that came wrapped around one of the lingerie boxes.
He holds it up, the fabric catching the light. His eyebrow raises in silent question.
Heat floods through me. I know exactly what he’s asking. And the fact that he’s asking without words, giving me complete control over my answer, makes me want him even more.
I nod once.
Breck’s hands slide up my sides, his touch reverent as he traces the lace edge of the bralette. “You have no idea what you do to us in this.”
“I might have some idea.” My breath catches as his thumbs brush the underside of my breasts through the delicate fabric.
Enzo returns with the ribbon, running it through his fingers. “Hands.”
The command sends a shiver down my spine. I extend my hands, and he wraps the silk around my wrists—tight enough to hold, loose enough that I could break free if I wanted. He tests the knot, then lifts my bound hands to his mouth and presses a kiss to my knuckles.
“That’s my good girl,” Enzo praises me.
I let out a soft whimper at his words, and goosebumps spread across my skin. Enzo's eyes darken, watching my reaction like he wants to consume every part of me.
They guide me to the bed. Breck undresses and sits with his back against the headboard, and Enzo positions me between Breck’s legs, my back to his chest.
“Comfortable?” Breck’s question is warm against my temple.
I nod, leaning back into him. His length and his chest are solid behind me.
Enzo kneels between my legs, his hands running up my thighs with deliberate slowness. He hooks his fingers in thewaistband of the black lace panties, and his eyes meet mine with another silent question.
“Yes.” I lift my hips to help him.
He slides them down, taking his time, his gaze never leaving mine. The cool air hits my heated skin, and I’m hyperaware of how exposed I am, how vulnerable. Then Enzo settles between my thighs, and I feel his breath against my center.
