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Ezra doesn’t touch me.

Not yet.

He stands beside the fire and watches the other two undress me.

And somehow, that’s worse.

My skirt reaches the floor.

Rhett’s palms travel back up my legs.

Malakai catches my chin. “Still sure?”

“Yes.”

His thumb brushes my bottom lip. “Good.”

Then he kisses me.

Not gently.

His mouth takes mine while Rhett’s hands slide around my waist, and within seconds I’m trapped between them.

I laugh against Malakai’s mouth.

Rhett bites my shoulder.

The laugh becomes a gasp.

“There she is,” Rhett murmurs.

Malakai pulls away just enough to look at me.

“What?”

“Our favorite sound.”

“You’re both assholes.”

“True.”

Rhett kisses the place he just bit.

Malakai’s mouth curves.

Across the room, Ezra finally moves.

He reaches the fireplace and takes hold of the iron poker.

My breath catches.

He turns it once in his hand.

Rhett notices. “Oh, she likes that.”

“Shut up.”

“You really do.”