Page 195 of They Are Mine

“What’s for dessert?” Elliot asks from across the kitchen. His voice is calm, but I feel the weight of his gaze on me.

“Shakes,” I say, trying to focus as Orion’s fingers trail up my spine. “Chocolate and cherry.”

Noah hums in approval.

Elliot just smirks. “Good. You’ll need the energy.”

The room goes quiet.

Not uncomfortable. Not uncertain. Just thick with anticipation.

Orion chuckles low against my ear. “Well, fuck. Now I’m hard.”

I slap his arm, but I’m smiling. Because we’re all feeling it.

This isn’t just dinner.

This is foreplay.

And Callum?

He has no fucking clue what he’s walking into.

Everything is done with ten minutes to spare.

Which is, of course, when the doorbell rings.

Because Callum is the kind of bastard who shows up early just to see if he can catch me off guard.

I don’t even hesitate.

I signal my men to stay put and cross the room, smoothing down my dress, perfectly composed as I open the door.

And there he is.

Callum fills the doorway like he owns the damn place. Casual menace in every line of his body.

One hand holds a bottle of whiskey. The other?

On my waist, pulling me into a kiss.

The audacity.

The accuracy.

“Miss me, Madness?” he asks.

A growl builds in my throat, and I swear to God, I almost drag him inside and fuck him against the door.

Instead, Orion steps in, snatching the bottle right out of Callum’s hand. “I’ll put this on ice.”

The smirk Callum throws him says he knew that would happen. That he planned it.

He’s already playing with them.

Oh, I’m so keeping him.

I lead him toward the table, and his sharp green eyes scan the meal like he’s just been handed the keys to a kingdom.

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