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Laughing Matthias covered her mouth, kissing the soft skin next to her ear as she twisted to check Liam’s reaction.

He was still lying motionless next to them, but he was tense as if he were holding his breath. Matthias didn’t care, however. He continued to pump, holding her pressed against his chest, fucking her relentlessly as her other lover watched. If Peyton had a chance to think, she would have said her over-sensitized body was too drained for another climax. But Matthias’ hands were on her breasts, kneading in time to his thrusts.

Liam reached out, taking her hand. “Are you okay?” he mouthed.

Peyton moaned in response, and the concern melted out of his expression. The corners of his mouth turned up as he scanned her body being played by Matthias’ talented hands.

Liam wasn’t a man known for his sharing, compromising attitude. He’d built a hotel empire through ruthless cutthroat deal making. He was notoriously overprotective of those close to him, and he was more than capable of raining down hell if someone unworthy so much as got near them.

She hadn’t had time to think about how he would react to another man’s hands on her, but her brain couldn’t have pictured him watching her with those burning eyes while another man took her.

Thankfully, all she could read in his expression was lust. It had been briefly sated, but it was growing again. Stronger this time. However, he looked too exhausted to do anything about it.

Matthias pinched her nipple, making her whimper under his hand. He was still covering her mouth, but she knocked it away to suck in a deeper breath. His hand moved down, stroking her clit with until she writhed, lost in the storm of a third climax as his member slid and surged, grinding against her as he came at the same time.

When she regained her senses, Peyton was still clutching Liam’s hand. Matthias pressed a kiss to the back of her neck before moving away. He climbed off the bed, returning shortly with three warm wet washcloths. He tossed one to Liam, who quickly cleaned up. Too spent to move her arms Peyton allowed herself to be cleaned before he discarded the towels. Liam’s eyes were closed, but when Matthias returned, Liam opened them and gave them both a sleepy smile. Tugging her closer, he pulled her into his arms. Matthias cuddled against her back.

Peyton was half-asleep when Liam moved his arm, throwing it across her waist. She cracked a lid to make sure he wasn’t pushing Matthias away.

He hadn’t.

Instead, he’d grasped the other man’s forearm, including him in their embrace before he drifted off to sleep.

Chapter 27

Liam was a machine. After sleeping sixteen hours that first night, he woke up refreshed and raring to go. His energy replenished, he threw himself into relaxing, his only goal to eat and sleep and to make her scream her head off with multiple orgasms every few hours.

Matthias wasn’t much better. He spent those first few days like a hedonist indulging his favorite concubines. If he wasn’t holding her down as Liam fucked her, then he was behind her, pumping his thick cock into her body like a gladiator set loose in a harem.

At first, Peyton shamelessly indulged. After a lifetime of living on fantasy and self-pleasure alone, she was in the hands of not one, but two, sex gods. And despite what she’d assumed when she learned the two had been lovers, their focus had been fixed squarely on her and not each other.

Of course, no woman could sustain that level of hedonistic gluttony for long. Especially when she’d been a virgin mere days ago. Though it pained her to do it, she had to ask Liam and Matthias for a day or two of recovery. She was too sore for more sex.

Despite her fleeting concern, both took her news with good grace. In fact, Liam scolded her for not asking for a break sooner.

“I should have realized,” he said one morning as he lay next to her in bed, engrossed in stroking the bare skin of her hip. “This was too much, too soon.”

“She just needs a brief respite. But that doesn’t mean we have to stop all the fun,” Matthias said, tugging her away from him and moving down her body.

With creativity like that, her brief period of abstinence passed very pleasantly indeed.

Luxury was a byword on theOrmen Lange, but after Liam arrived, everything changed. Now the warm tropical air was brimming with fulfilled sensuality. Peyton was decadently pampered and pleasured to the point of indecency. Her every desire was satisfied, including a few she hadn’t even known she had—including the emotional ones.

Once the dam was broken, Liam didn’t hold back. He told her he loved her every day. Matthias didn’t come forward with a similar declaration, but she didn’t mind his hesitancy. It was too soon for him. However, he did seem happy. At the moment, that was all that mattered to her.

Whether they had sex or not, they all share Matthias’ massive bed every night. Peyton loved waking up with both of them every morning. But one morning, Matthias wasn’t there.

“Relax,” Liam told her as he joined her for breakfast on the deck outside the main stateroom. “If he’s not here, he’s in his office. In fact, if you can’t find him, that’s the only place you ever need to look for him. The man never stops working.”

That hadn’t been her experience, but Peyton was familiar with the long hours tycoons worked. The fact Liam was saying that about anyone else was a touch too much irony. She tore apart a flaky and buttery croissant. “Pot, meet kettle,” she said sarcastically before dipping a piece of the bread in her coffee.

Grinning, Liam threw himself on the cushioned bench next to her. “At least I know how to relax. Work hard, play hard. You know it has always been my motto.”

“Yes, I’m well aware,” she said drily, remembering his many former playmates.

She threw her long legs over his lap in a territorial gesture. Now that she had him, she wasn’t going to let Liam Tyler get away. He was hers. He’d always been hers. It had just taken the jerk a long time to realize it.

Happily, he wasn’t acting like an oblivious idiot now. He stroked her legs in between bites of breakfast. Sighing, Peyton let her legs part in silent invitation.

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