Remy’s grip tightens. My back arches. The piano vibrates beneath us as the tempo surges, and this time it is not perfect timing that breaks me.
It is the way they both lose it.
The final chord is not clean. It crashes.
So do I.
The release tears through me, messy, overwhelming, breath-stealing. I am not graceful. I am not composed. I shatter.
The music dies out unevenly.
For a moment, none of us moves.
Remy presses a kiss to my thigh before rising. Erik does not speak right away. He stands over me, breathing hard, the composure gone from his face.
Not triumph.
Awe.
He leans down, resting his forehead briefly against mine before kissing me, slow and deliberate.
“Perfect,” he says softly.
I stare into his eyes. “I want more. I want you. Take me upstairs?”
Chapter one hundred fourteen
Christianna
Lying in bed and watching Erik’s naked ass disappear around the corner toward my shower was not on my 2026 bingo card, but damn.
I let myself sigh as he moves out of sight.
I stretch, letting my toes curl the same way my smile does.
I roll over, grab my phone, and send a quick text to Meg.
I need a dress for the dinner and we NEED to catch up.
Her response comes quickly.
FML. I need to get out of here. Pick me up at the coffee shop on the corner down the street from James and David’s place.
I send a wide-eyed emoji.
She immediately responds.
Don’t pretend you haven’t been getting dicked down yourself.
I harrump as I text back.
I need to make sure Ruiz is sworn to secrecy. See you in thirty.
I race to the bathroom. Erik is just stepping out of the shower, and I eye it for a second. I don’t have time, but after last night, I need one. I throw my hair into a ponytail and make quick work of it.
By the time I head downstairs, I’m in joggers, a cute blouse, and a denim jacket.
I quickly kiss both guys on the cheek as I move for the door, Ruiz trailing behind me as he shoves the rest of his breakfast into his mouth.
