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“What about you?” He kisses a path down my throat, the scruff of his cheek gently abrading my skin. “What would you repeat? Or add?”

There’s the invitation I’ve been looking forward to. My pussy practically purrs with excitement.

“Well, I’d like to join the mile-high club.”

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GABE

Something wakes me from the best dream ever. The images are hazy, lingering as I blink into the darkness. The four of us were on a yacht, sprawled across a large sun pad and stripping each other bare. Touching, exploring, not a care in the world.

Soft breath and a dead weight on my shoulder draw my attention back to the present as I swipe a hand across my eyes.

What time is it?

I roll my head to the right and find Kingston passed out. I can’t make that good of a pillow, but he doesn’t seem to care. There’s just enough light to see the popcorn bowl next to him.

Which means there’s just enough light to notice how gorgeous he is with his relaxed expression, lips slightly parted and golden hair tumbling across his forehead. His impressive chest rises and falls with each breath.

My heart squeezes inside my ribs.

We’re all in with Katherine. That fact is irrefutable.

So why do my fingers itch to brush his hair back and press a kiss to his forehead? Why do I enjoy his heat and the hard planes of his body?

I should slip away and go to my own bed. Right? I could offer him the guest room. That would be the safe option. The smart thing to do.

So why am I hesitating?

Because this is nice.

Because I slept peacefully. I dreamed. I don’t remember the last time I dreamed. And I want more. Sleep. Dreams. Everything.

I grab a blanket from the back of the sofa and drape it over us the best I can with one arm. He doesn’t wake, just shifts closer, burrowing deeper into my side. A fresh sense of tranquility washes through me, unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. It’s different from when Katherine looks at me with that prim little pout and calls me by my full name, drawing me to her so effortlessly. And it’s different from when I’m with Alex, who anchors me, keeping me calm and grounded.

Closing my eyes, I let myself drift off again. Wouldn’t it be amazing if I could have all three?

???

I take back all the generous thoughts I had about Kingston in the middle of the night.

He’s not beautiful with an amazing body. He’s a freaking monster.

“You’re killing me,” I grumble, sweat pouring from my brow. The sun is barely up and rather than address the cozy way we woke up, I immediately agreed to his suggestion to go for a run.

Burning off some steam had sounded good. Forty-five minutes ago.

“You’ve got this. One more mile.”

He said that a mile back. My hammies have protested every step since then. I thought I was getting plenty of running in on the court with Alex, but that’s obviously not true.

“How did I let you,” I suck in a much-needed breath, “talk me into this?”

He’s barely winded.

What the actual fuck?

Neither is my bodyguard, for that matter. We don’t pay them enough. He hadn’t been the least bit phased by Kingston’s casual “We’re going for a run. Just a few miles.” He simply asked for a few minutes to change. And that was that.

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