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My body is humming.

I am soaked in them, filled by them, owned by them.

And I fucking love it.

I sigh, stretching like a satisfied kitten, rolling onto the mattress and immediately, they are on me.

Noah’s hands, soft and gentle, tracing slow, reverent circles over my stomach.

Orion’s lips, pressed to the inside of my knee, kissing his way up my thigh.

Elliot’s fingers, dragging through my hair, tipping my chin up so he can kiss my jaw, my temple, my mouth.

“Jesus,” Elliot murmurs against my lips. “You’re a goddamn menace.”

I grin, pleased as sin. “I try.”

Noah chuckles, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to my collarbone. “You’re glowing,” he murmurs. “You feel okay, Angel?”

I feel perfect.

I hum, letting my fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer. “I feel like the luckiest girl in the world.”

Orion bites my thigh, then soothes it with his tongue. “You are.”

Cocky fucker.

I laugh, too content to argue.

Elliot cups my jaw, tilting my face toward him. His eyes, that deep, knowing gray, scan my face, searching, studying.

He’s still trying to figure me out.

Good luck, sir.

“You know,” he murmurs, thumb stroking my cheek. “You’re not what I expected.”

I smile, slow and lazy. “Neither were you, sir.”

And that makes him groan, his grip tightening just enough to make me shiver.

They all hold me, kiss me, stroke me, worship me, like I’m something fragile when I’m anything but.

It’s perfect.

I love them so much.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Juliet

I can’t believe how perfect my men are.

It’s like Elliot has been here forever.

I barely remember the house without him, and honestly? I don’t want to.

It’s only been a few weeks, but he’s settled in so easily.

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