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“No!” Finn crinkles his face as he feigns disgust at the accusation. “I just read the headlines at the grocery store.”

Tristan scoffs, “When the fuck do you go to the grocery store?”

“Finn,mo ghrá, the news stand would've at least been a little believable.” Catlin squeezes his arm and gives it a condescending pat, acknowledging the truth behind Finn's dirty little secret.

“Fine,” Finn huffs. “But where else am I supposed to read about women abducted by aliens and forced to help repopulate their dying race?”

Layla deadpans, “Amazon.”

“It doesn’t matter.” I shake my head, shrugging off the information he just provided. “It’s not like we’re dating. The three of us had fun together, and we’re simply going to have more fun together.”Hopefully, a lot more.

“Sure.” Declan nods condescendingly. “That’s what they all say.”

“Why does everyone keep saying that?” I huff. My eyes darting back to Finn, I snip, “Wait! How the fuck did you know I was seeing them tonight? None of you were here when I met Victoria the other day.”

Finn looks around the room, eyeing the security cameras placed throughout the lounge. “Actually… Cat and I were in the security office, so I could give her a thorough debriefing”—Finn winks at me—“on thenew security system.”

“For fuck’s sake,” Declan exclaims. “Can the two of you fuck at home? Or at least in one of the many rooms we have specifically for that purpose.”

“We could, but it’s not nearly as fun.”

“Finn!” Catlin shushes him as her cheeks pinken. She has grown so much since she joined our family, but more often than not, we still embarrass the shit out of her with our openness about sex. She leans forward with a sweet smile. “So, you’re just goingto see the two of them and go along with whatever they want?” Her voice is soft but pointed, making it clear she’s asking out of genuine curiosity, not judgment.

“Pretty sure you’ve seen me down the hallway enough times to know I’m into group activities,” I respond, watching her cheeks burn red at the realization I know she’s watched me. “And if two gorgeous women want to invite me into their bed, I think it would be rude of me to say no.”

“Sorry you asked?” Declan asks her.

“A little,” she answers. “But intrigued.”

“Ask all the questions you want,piscin.” Finn pulls Cat between his legs. Leaning his chin onto her shoulder from behind and wrapping his arms around her, he possessively pulls her into him. “But know, I will never fucking share you.” He lowers his voice to just above a whisper. “Your pussy will only ever belong to me.”

“I do have to get going”—I stand from my chair—“but if you’re going to prove that, I can wait a little while longer.”

“Conor!” Catlin’s admonishment is shrill.

“What?” I shrug. “I’ve heard you come plenty. Can’t say I haven’t fantasized about seeing it?”

Rounding the bar, Declan plants his hands on my shoulders. “Unless you’re looking to get the piss beaten out of you by both TrisandFinn, you might want to go.”

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

ELENA

The elevator dings when we reach the thirty-second floor, and I squeeze Victoria’s hand as we step through the open doors of cab. “Apartment C.” She ushers me toward the door to our left.

She lifts her hand, but the door pulls open before her knuckles ever reach it. Conor is standing on the other side of the threshold, wearing nothing but a pair of blue jeans. My gaze rakes from his broad shoulders to his rippled abs. The deep V protruding from his waistband is practically an invitation to admire the bulge resting against the zipper.

“We’re getting straight to it, I see,” Victoria muses, leading me into the apartment. It’s not the bachelor pad I was expecting. His apartment is light and airy, with the last of today’s sun spilling through the floor-to-ceiling windows, accentuating the slight golden undertones of the sand-colored walls. The lightness of the walls is offset by the deep chestnut leather furniture adorning the space.

“Actually, you’re early, and I was still getting dressed,” Conor retorts, pulling a tight white T-shirt over his head. “I havewhiskey on the terrace to toast to the three of us exploring one other.”

Unable to bite my tongue, I ask with a chuckle, “Do you often toast your sexual conquests?”

Stepping close and slipping his hand over my hip, he pulls me against him. He towers over me, and his eyes dart between me and Victoria as he slides his free hand slowly down her arm. “Only when they’re as gorgeous as the two of you.” Grabbing both our hands, he leads us through his apartment toward the terrace.

It is equally as spacious and similarly decorated; the leather replaced with dark umber patio furniture topped with plush sand-colored cushions. The terrace is surrounded by a short glass wall, providing a completely unobstructed view of the skyline and the sun slowly setting behind it.

“The view is quite remarkable, but neither Elena nor I particularly enjoy whiskey,” Victoria announces, taking a seat in an oversized chair and pulling me onto her lap.

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