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I step away from them, toward the group room, and throw a sultry look over my shoulder.

“This,” I say, voice smooth as silk, “Is where we all fuck.”

Callum inhales sharply.

Orion grins. Noah laughs. Elliot watches me like he’s about to feast.

My heels click softly against the hardwood as I cross the threshold.

I don’t look back.

I don’t have to.

I can hear them following.

Their footsteps, their controlled breaths, the quiet hunger in the air thickening with every step.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Juliet

Inside, I stop and turn, heart pounding, as they follow me.

Four bodies. Four sets of eyes, drinking me in. Four men, mine.

My skin is already too hot. My dress too tight, too much, too in the way.

I reach for the zipper.

Elliot’s voice stops me. Low. Firm. Possessive. “Let us.”

Heat pools in my stomach.

I drop my hands. Wait.

Elliot steps behind me first, the others giving him space like it’s only right that he unwraps me first. Fingers graze my back. Slow. Purposeful.

The zipper hums down, the fabric loosening, sighing away from my skin.

Noah is next. He slides the straps off my shoulders, lets the silk spill down my body in a whisper.

I step out of it.

Orion kneels at my feet, unstrapping my heels. A kiss at my ankle before he slips the first off. Another kiss before the second.

Callum lets out a low, appreciative whistle. “Fuck me, Madness.” He reaches out, traces a single finger from my navel to the lace of my bra. “You planned this, didn’t you?”

I arch into his touch, smiling. Of course, I did.

Elliot unhooks my bra. Noah slides it from my shoulders.

Callum groans. Orion swears.

Elliot’s fingers graze my ribs, my waist, my hips. “You are…” He exhales. “Exquisite.”

My panties, soft pink, barely there, already soaked, are the last to go.

Orion is the one to take them. He hooks his thumbs into the sides and drags them down slow, mouthing at my hip as he does.

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