I grabbed it, swore. “Security. They found something about the fire.”
Reality crashed back. We weren’t just two people who’d given in to desire—we were employer and employee, a complication that could destroy everything.
“Then go,” she said.
“I don’t want to.”
“I know.” She touched my face, the gesture unexpectedly gentle. “But whoever’s targeting me—targeting us—they’re still out there.”
She was right. I knew she was right.
At her suite door, I backed her against the wall before I could stop myself. Kissed her thoroughly, possessively, my hands framing her face like I could memorize her through touch alone.
“We’ll talk,” I promised against her mouth. “Soon. About all of this.”
“Promise?”
“I keep my promises.” I kissed her again, softer this time. “Lock your door. Don’t let anyone in except us.”
“You already said that.”
“I’m saying it again.” I pulled back, already missing the warmth of her. “Stay safe, Tashi.”
I made myself walk away, pulling out my phone as I headed for the elevators.
Chapter 13
Tashi
All three ofthem were in my bed at once. Or were they? The three melted and shifted in the scene, a kaleidoscope of each man—Orion clean-shaven, Leo with salt and pepper stubble, and Ares with his sexy short beard—all whispering different things to me.
Leo’s hands traced patterns on my skin, playful and teasing, while his mouth found the sensitive spot behind my ear. “You’re overthinking this,” he murmured, and I could hear the smile in his voice.
Orion’s fingers threaded through my hair, tilting my head back so I had to meet his eyes. “What do you want?” he asked, that controlled intensity making my breath catch. “Tell us.”
Ares pressed against my back, solid and warm, his voice rough against my neck. “All of us. She wants all of us.”
And God help me, he was right.
Did I have to choose? To explain or justify or worry about consequences? Could I have Leo’s laughter and Orion’s focus and Ares’s raw intensity all at once, without guilt, without fear that they’d hate me for not choosing?
Hands everywhere. Mouths on my skin. Three styles of desire converged on me, making me feel like the center of somethingprecious rather than the complication that would tear them apart.
“Stay,” Leo whispered.
“Choose,” Orion demanded.
“Mine,” Ares growled.
And I wanted to say yes to all of them, but the words wouldn’t come because even in dreams, some truths were too dangerous to speak out loud.
The bed shifted. Tilted. I was falling?—
I woke with a start, my heart pounding, sheets twisted around my legs like they’d been fighting me.
The suite was quiet. Empty. Just me and the pre-dawn glow filtering through the curtains, painting everything in shades of gray that felt too appropriate for my current emotional state.
I pressed my palms against my eyes, trying to scrub away the lingering images. It didn’t work. I could still feel phantom touches—Leo’s playful hands, Orion’s grip in my hair, Ares’s solid weight at my back. My body hadn’t gotten the memo that it was just a dream, still humming with want that had nowhere to go.
