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“Oh, shit.” Her thighs squeeze my ears as her walls clench my finger. “Yes, yes,yes!”

I can’t tell if she’s coming again or if it’s all one long orgasm. Does it matter? I could drown in the slick, throbbing splendor of Eve coming undone around me.

Her breathing slows down and I gentle my touch. Aftershocks rock through her body as I kiss my way over her hip bone. As I roll to one side with my head on her thigh, Eve’s eyes flutter open.

With a languid smile, she blows dark hair off her forehead. “That was lovely,” she says, licking her lips. “Thank you.”

“It was my pleasure. Truly.”

I expect her to flop back on the pillows. To take a few moments to gather her bearings, to catch her breath after what just happened.

But Eve Goodrich keeps surprising me. Tugging hard at the restraint, she looks me dead in the eye. “Please fuck me now.”

CHAPTER3

EVE

I’m trying to keep up some pretense of control. Of casual sex being barely a blip on my radar.

But that orgasm Kit Plier just delivered?

Holy shit.

I’m still seeing stars.

He gives me that cocky-ass smile. “Are you begging me to fuck you?”

“Hardly.” I’m dying to touch him, though. “Untie me.”

I expect him to tease or to make me ask nicely. But maybe Kit wants me to touch him after all, because ten seconds later, I’m flexing my unbound wrists.

“Thank you.” Sitting up on the bed, I wriggle my dress off over my head. It’s been scrunched at my middle like some weird kind of corset. Now that I’m free, I watch Kit’s eyes travel my body.

He likes what he sees.

“Damn, Eve.” He drags a hand over his chin. “You are fucking magnificent.”

“Thank you.” How long has it been since a man besides Brock saw me naked?

I’m not at all shy, but the way Kit’s staring, I feel bare and exposed. It’s a pretty great feeling, and so are Kit’s pecs as I start to unbutton his shirt. Blue eyes go molten, like inky pools of indigo as he lets me undress him.

“Tell me about your tattoo.”

I blink in surprise, then glance at my hip. “It’s a Celtic symbol.”

“I can see that.”

“It’s called the sisters knot.” Does he know this already? “Your mom and all your sisters got it together.”

“Camille mentioned it. I didn’t know you’d joined them.” He shifts to his side for a closer look. “It’s nice.”

“Thanks.”

We got our tattoos the week their dad died. Kit had planned to fly in from London for the funeral, but Miranda wound up hospitalized with a burst appendix. Kit couldn’t leave her.

I admired him for staying with his sick girlfriend, but Camille took it hard. So did the rest of the sisters. Probably the first nail in Miranda’s coffin, as far as Kit’s sisters go.

I need to quit thinking about his ex. Also, I need him to not see me as one of his sisters.

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