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Then he licks between my legs, taking away all conscious thought. He pays close attention to my clit, licking and nibbling while his fingers begin to thrust inside of me. Then he curls his fingers, finding that perfect spot.

I scream out my release as he continues to worship my body.

He keeps up a languid pace until I’ve come down from my high. Then he moves his way up my body.

When he pulls out a condom from the couch, I smile. “That just happened to be there?”

He smirks at me. “We all agreed that we would stay prepared for you. We want to keep you safe and until you say otherwise, we will always use condoms.”

My heart warms. They had a conversation about this. They agreed together that this would be my decision. They really do care about me.

“I think we should have that discussion as a group but thank you. That means a lot to me,” I tell him.

He leans down, kissing me as he presses into me.

It’s not a fast pace. If anything, Liam is taking his sweet time with me. He starts off slow, allowing me to experience him in a way I haven’t yet before. My hands rub every part of his body I can get to as he keeps up his steady but lazy pace. We keep our eyes locked the entire time.

This is so much more than sex. This is truly connecting.

I have no idea how long we lie like that, each enjoying the other’s body with no rush to finish, but when the sun starts to rise, I urge him on.

“I love this, but I need to come, Liam. Then I need you to take me to bed with Drake.”

He kisses me before picking up his pace. I’m so close, but I can’t quite fall over that edge.

That is until Liam leans down, whispering in my ear, “You are the picture of perfection. I love you.”

I can feel myself clench over him as I scream out once more. He stills, spilling his own release inside me. He presses kisses to my face until I can breathe again. Then he stands, cleaning up the evidence of our early morning tryst before picking me up and carrying me to bed.

Once we are settled, me between him and Drake, Drake’s arm across my center, spooning me from behind with Liam in front of me, holding us both, I whisper to him.

“I love you too, Liam.”

* * *

I absolutely loathe traveling. I don’t mind going other places and experiencing different cultures. It’s the getting there that I hate. You can’t get everywhere by car. The weather is too temperamental to travel by boat for long distances, and planes are overcrowded.

I steeple my hands in front of my face as I stare at Aurora. She has a smile on her face as she looks out the window and every so often she shakes her head as she looks around the private plane. It’s an obnoxiously expensive way to travel but well worth the money.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” Aurora asks softly.

“Because you’re beautiful and I can.”

Aurora’s eyebrow rises. “Oh? According to who?”

“Me.”

I smirk as she fights off a smile, laughing softly.

“Who would have thought that Ezra Morgan could be a total softy…” she muses.

“Don’t tell anyone. I have a reputation to uphold.”

“Your secret’s safe with me.” She winks. “Are you excited to head to Puerto Rico, or would you rather be home in London?”

I tilt my head as I think over her question. “I love Puerto Rico. The people are lovely, the food is delicious, but it’s not home. London is where I’m supposed to be.”

“Is your family there?”

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