Page 1 of The Heiress's First Date

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KATHERINE

I squeeze King’s hand as the elevator rockets toward the sky. He bounces up onto the balls of his feet, more keyed up than nervous. Which is a good thing, as far as I’m concerned.

Alex’s arm tightens around my waist, and I lean into his strong frame. That last orgasm left me weak and deliciously boneless.

Somehow, they managed to once again stave off a panic attack, redirecting my attention to them. These men are part protector and part cocoon.

I turn my face into Alex’s chest, soaking up his scent.

“You good?” he murmurs, kissing the top of my head. I thought I had Jell-O knees before. But the way this man takes care of me...

I squeeze his waist with my free arm and tip my face up to him. My stomach does a little backflip at the heat banked in his dark eyes. “I’m amazing.”

“That’s what we like to hear.” Gabe leans against the wall, hands in his pocket, staring at me.

They’re going to give me a stomach ache with all the fluttery feelings.

Ding.

Heat races over my skin. I know nothing will happen if I don’t want it to, but it feels like the four of us have been racing down the Autobahn and we’re about to arrive at our destination. My mind runs away with the analogy. Are we going to crash and burn?

The doors open and Gabe steps out, then holds out a hand to me. “Come on, Princess. I’ll show you around.”

His brilliant blue eyes draw me forward like the promise of a fine wine at the end of a long day. Placing my hand in his feels monumental, more risky than anything we’ve done before. His fingers close around mine, and he tugs me to him, cupping my cheek.

“I’ll be right back,” King says, pulling me from my trance.

I glance over my shoulder. “Where are you going?”

“Just need to grab something from your place.”

Funny how it doesn’t feel like my place anymore. It’s been my safe space for two years, but these men have left their mark with the memories they’ve given me already.

It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask if he wants me to go with him.

“I’ll go with you so you can get back up here.” Alex reaches over and hits a button on the panel.

The doors close, sealing them inside.

Gabe’s hand slides into my hair, drawing my attention back to him. He ducks his head, blotting out the light, the world, reality. I can’t look away and don’t want to. Sliding my hands up his chest, I stare at his lips. Lips that have taunted me for so long, and now I can kiss them whenever I want.

He groans and wraps an arm around my waist, tugging my hips to his. “Feel that?”

The hard column of his cock pressed against my belly? Absolutely.

But also how taut his muscles are, as if he’s holding himself back and that restraint is costing him. It’s delicious, knowing how I affect this man who I’ve thought for so long was enemy number one.

“Mmhmm.”

A giddy thrill rushes through me, and I press up onto my toes. His breath fans against my cheeks. Our lips brush, then lock. I meet him kiss for kiss, opening my mouth when his tongue teases me. He tastes like soda and whiskey.

He spins us and pushes me back a step until I’m plastered to a wall.

“Twice wasn’t enough, was it, Princess?” He trails his lips down my jaw, and I tip my head away, making room for him at my neck.

Twice?

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