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His gaze makes a slow trip down and back up.

Good. This dress wasn’t easy to get into.

“Worth winning the bet?”

“Princess, I should’ve bought you the dress.”

He stalks up to me, putting his hand at my waist and kissing me deeply.

“Trick or treat,” I murmur, giggling against his mouth.

I pull away and untie the apron slowly. Cole makes a sound like I just backed over his sports car.

“You said a sexy one,” I say when he gapes at me, and tip the hat. “I read the fine print.”

“Suzanne could walk in any second,” Cole murmurs.

“Gate’s locked,” Marcus says from the doorway.

Cole ignores him. He pins me up against the wall and when I clutch at his shirt, he moans against my mouth.

“Margo,” he murmurs. “Princess. I’m sorry I let you walk out that door alone. Next time you need a day, I’ll drive you there myself.”

“Next time I’ll let you,” I promise, breathing it out against his lips. “I’m yours. All of yours.”

“Hey,” Marcus barks, but Cole doesn’t pull away. “No fair, we’re not all here yet.”

Gabe comes in behind him, and he smiles when he sees Cole pinning me against the wall.

“Did you two make up?”

“Without us,” Marcus grumbles.

I laugh out loud as Cole’s mouth drops to my throat.

“Come here.”

Gabe comes over to one side while Marcus comes to the other.

Cole kneels in front of me, his hands going under my dress.

I gasp. “Cole. There are people still here.”

“Ask me if I care.” He pulls down my panties, and I step out of them obediently.

Cole pushes up my dress around my hips as Gabe kisses my neck.

Marcus slides his hand underneath my dress, cupping my right breast, dragging his thumb across the peak.

I shudder, my thighs already starting to tremble with need.

“Guess you’ll have to be quiet, bellissima,” Gabe murmurs against my skin, sucking a mark at my pulse point.

Heat floods my system, my lower abdomen clenching.

“I don’t know if I can.”

Marcus grunts. “I’ve got you, angel.” His big hand settles over my belly, warm and steady, like he can hold the noise in for me.