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“Good. You?”

“I was fucking out. I don’t think I’ve ever been that drunk. What did you do to me?” He chuckles as he drags me into his lap, resting his head on the curve of my neck.

“You’re the one that wouldn’t give up the secrets,” I tease.

He lets out a short chuckle as he nods, pressing a soft kiss to my skin.

“I may be regretting my choices now.”

Yeah, same.

The front door opens in the next minute, and Zayden walks in, duffle bag tossed over his shoulder, arms bound in his form-fitting leather jacket. He doesn’t even look at Dom, his eyescome straight to me, and fear mixed with anticipation whirls inside me as he drops the bag to the floor, crossing the room until he’s inches from me.

“Hey, how did it go?” Dominic asks.

Zayden doesn’t answer him, though, those blue eyes are practically electric as they bore into me. Whatever he’s searching for in my face or in my eyes, he must have found it because, in the next minute, he’s gripping my cheeks with both hands and crushing his lips to my own.

At first, I don’t react. I’m in shock. I don’t think it’s possible to move. Then his tongue sweeps against my lips, practically forcing his way in before tangling with my own. From there, I lose what little bit of sense I had left.

I wind my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me as he deepens the kiss. He holds onto me like I’ll shatter if he lets go, like we will shatter. His lips move against my own hurriedly, like he’s been thinking about this moment for too long. I’m so lost in this, in him, in us, that I almost forget where we are. That is, until Dominic’s arms around my waist tighten, silently reminding me of his presence.

I pull away from Zayden quickly, shock and horror at what I have literally just done in Dom’s lap, taking over me.

My eyes come to Dominic’s, a million apologies on the tip of my tongue. I don’t get to voice them, though, before Dom’s mouth is on mine. It takes me by surprise, but I instantly sink into the comfort of his touch, of his kiss. This right here is the man that I love, and somehow he’s still able to kiss me like I’m the woman he loves. Even if I just made out with his brotherwhile sitting on his lap.

I feel another mouth on me, trailing up and down my neck before nipping at the sensitive part of my ear, forcing me to let out a moan into Dom’s mouth. I feel Dom slip a hand between my thighs, rubbing against my leggings as Zayden’s hands come to my breasts, slipping underneath my shirt before flicking his thumbs against my nipples.

All of it is too much and yet not enough. I can feel myself literally soaking straight through my panties, leggings, and probably onto Dom’s pants. Excitement is overwhelming me for what comes next when someone’s phone starts ringing. In true twin fashion, Dom and Zayden pause instantly before they both rip away from me at the same time. They share a heavy look before Dom looks at me.

“Go take a shower.”

I frown at that.

“What? I?—”

“Now,” Zayden snaps, causing me to jolt at the heat in his tone before I move to stand. I look at them both with equal parts confusion and sexual frustration as I move down the hallway.

By the time I make it to the shower, I’m fucking pissed. It should be illegal to get a girl that worked up, to dangle a living, breathing wet dream like that only to shut it down in the next minute. So, as soon as I strip down naked, I grab the detachable shower head, knowing at least it won’t let me down.

A knock comesfrom the door, and I look up to see who it is. I’ve been in the spare room for close to an hour, and I’m already satisfied and dressed from my shower when Dom pushes the door open.

“Hey, I have breakfast ready if you’re hungry.”

I wait for him to say more because food has absolutely been the last thing on my mind, but he just watches me for a few more moments before turning his back and striding away. Sooo, are we just supposed to pretend that whole thing never happened? I’m not sure I can do that. It was one of the hottest experiences of my life, and we barely got to a little bit of groping.

When I stand up and move to the kitchen, I notice that Zayden is clearly absent while Dom is plating some breakfast. He hands me five Belgian waffles, eggs, bacon, and a glass of orange juice. I look down at the massive plate before looking up at him.

“Sir, this is your plate, right? Because there is no way I can eat all of this.”

He shrugs as he hands me a fork.

“Whatever you don’t eat, I’m sure me and Zayden will have.”

Something runs through me at just the reminder of the two brothers doing anything together, which apparently gets me excited. Jesus, I’m so fucked. Without meaning to, I turn my head over my shoulder, looking around the room but coming up empty.

“He’s in his room,” Dominic says.

I turn back around to look at him, my brows dipping in fauxconfusion as he raises a “no bullshit” look to me.

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