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“Please get me off of this disgusting carpet,” I whisper.

Ainsley jumps to his feet as Taylor stands, helping me to mine.

“As ironic as this divey hotel is, and as much fun as we could have in those well-used sheets, why don’t I call and book us a suite in Midtown?” Ainsley suggests, brushing off his jeans as he glances around.

“That does sound better than my place,” I admit.

Ainsley walks until he’s right in front of me and places a hand on each of my shoulders, looking me straight on. “Not better. Just different, okay?”

I nod. “I didn’t mean that better was a bad thing.”

“I know. I just want to make sure that you both know that you’re more valuable to me than anything. Than the houses and resorts and cars and any of that shit. I’d walk away from it all if it means I get to live the rest of my life with you.”

“For the love of god, rich boy, I just walked away from my house, can you please not walk away from yours? We’re going for humble, not homeless.”

Ainsley’s face cracks into a broad smile, aimed directly for Taylor’s playful scowl. My heart soars at the evidence of the bond between them strengthening. This road is going to be an adventure, with plenty of twists and turns, but at least now I know we’ll have each other—for better or worse.

“No suites. No more fucking cabs. You’re slumming it tonight, moneybags,” Taylor says, stalking toward him. “Now get on the fucking bed.”

Chapter 41

Gemma

Ainsley obeys, stripping down to nothing. And just to show that he’s not afraid of the vintage hotel bedspread, he throws himself onto the double mattress. It groans under his weight.

“That thing going to hold the three of us?” I ask, only half joking.

But Taylor’s already climbing in beside him, just as naked. “Only one way to find out.”

They kneel side-by-side, cocks standing at attention, grinning at me.

“Pick your poison, witch.”

I raise my eyebrows, pulling off my sweatshirt and draping it over the desk chair. “Oh, really? This is usually the moment you two start making decisions.”

“I’m sure we’ll take over eventually,” Ainsley jokes, fisting his own cock.

I don’t miss his sideways glance down at where Taylor’s doing the same.

These two.

How did I get so lucky?

“You,” I point to Taylor. “On your back.”

He obeys, crawling into position, holding eye contact until the last possible second.

I strip out of my clothes quickly and crawl up toward the headboard, where Taylor’s face-up, hands tucked behind his head like a pillow.

“You ready for me?”

His eyes narrow in question. “I’m ready for anything.”

He adjusts as I start crawling backwards over him, using his hands under my thighs to get me safely straddling his face, facing the foot of the bed.

Ainsley still kneels down there, cock in hand, watching the scene unfold with his lip clasped between bottom teeth.

“Where do you want me?” he asks, already breathless.

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