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“So, he’s going to be way too busy dealing with IRS trouble to muster up a smear campaign against us,” Ryan muses.

“Especially now that everything is out in the open,” Travis agrees, turning to look at me. This time, his eyes are a soft golden brown, and I love them. I love him.

So I say it.

“I love you,” I whisper, stepping in close, cupping my hands around his jaw, kissing him tenderly. His arm wraps around my back, drawing me in close, so our stomachs press together.

“I love you too, Serena. I have for a while.”

As Travis and I kiss, I feel Ryan behind me, tugging at the zipper of my dress so it loosens around my shoulders and falls down around my chest.

“I love you even more than he does,” Ryan boasts. “Don’t forget that.”

I giggle, and my whole body feels bubbly, like a bottle of champagne someone shook up. “I love you too, Ryan.”

He trails hot kisses over the top of my back and along my spine. Travis’s hands slide down to my waist, then bunch in the fabric of my dress, pulling it down so my torso is bare.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” Ryan’s voice comes out in a low growl, and I feel it rumble over my skin. “So fucking perfect.”

Travis nods his agreement as he drops his mouth to my neck, my collarbone.

Ryan takes my shoulders and turns me so I’m facing him, picking up where Travis left off. Now, Travis’s the one at my back, making my skin prickle when he drags a single knuckle down the length of my spine.

A moan slips out of me when Ryan dips his head, taking one of my nipples in his mouth. Behind me, Travis braces a hand on my hip and slides his other hand between my legs, dragging his fingers through where I’m hot and wet for them both.

“Serena.” My name comes out ragged, a plea.

I can’t say anything in response to that—not when my senses are overloaded with the feel of Ryan’s teeth and tongue on my breasts, Travis’s hard, warm body behind me, his fingers circling gently and consistently around my clit.

The guys walk me back to the bed, Travis behind me, Ryan in front. My dress falls to the ground, and I find myself sitting at the edge of the bed in Travis’s lap as he spreads my legs, hands on the insides of my thighs, holding me open.

Ryan drops to his knees, looking up at me, his eyes sapphire, cerulean—something I can’t describe. The color shows the depth and the feeling, and I hear myself saying it again: “I love you.”

Travis holds me open as Ryan tastes me, slides his tongue inside me and over my clit, pressing at the most tender part of me. Then, when Travis’s hands move from my thighs, Ryan takes over, spreading my legs as Travis drops one hand under my ass, sliding two fingers inside me, and bringing his other palm to my throat.

Just like the first time, my pulse jumps.

But this time, instead of raw desire, there’s something more. Centered in my chest, pulsing, spiraling out through every other part of my body.

As they touch me with tongues and teeth and fingers, I say it again and again, the words like a chant, like a spell, like a promise.

“I love you, I love you,I love you.”

Chapter 52

Serena

The door opens, and a moment later, Graham stands in the entry to the grand suite, his hand flying up over his eyes. “Jesus fuck, Travis, put some clothes on.”

“Should I stay naked?” Ryan sings, his cheeks flushed, so clearly pleased with himself. It’s been more than an hour since we got up here, and the guys have made me see heaven multiple times.

Graham flips him off and turns around while Travis and Ryan each pull on a pair of pants, before flopping back into the bed with me. I bounce a little on the mattress, not even caring that I’m naked while the three men around me are, at least partially, clothed.

“What’s that for?” Ryan asks, propping himself up on an elbow when Graham pops a bottle of champagne.

“We,” Graham says, handing out glasses and then messily pouring the bubbles into each one, “are celebrating.”

“Celebrating what?” Travis accepts his glass and tilts his head, some of his hair falling over his forehead. It’s longer now than when we first met. “That the U.S. government decidednotto put us on the FBI watch list?”