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Leo’s hands flex at his sides. And then he steps forward, too.
His hand lifts like he’s still fighting himself, like he’s at war with whatever control he has left. But when his fingers finally skim along Madeline’s jaw, she exhales, her lips parting just slightly, and that’s it.
That’s all it takes.
The hesitation cracks. The tension snaps.
Leo’s mouth crashes to hers, his grip tightening at the back of her neck as if he’s making up for lost time. And maybe he is.
Madeline melts into him, her hands fisting the front of his shirt.
Ford and I exchange a glance. Yeah. We’re not just watching this.
I step behind her, my fingers brushing over her hip before I ease her back against my chest. Ford doesn’t hesitate—his mouth trails along her neck, his hands covering hers as Leo deepens the kiss.
She gasps against Leo’s lips, and the sound sends heat straight through me.
Leo pulls back first, just enough to meet my gaze over her shoulder. His chest rises and falls like he’s just come up for air. His jaw is still tight, but his eyes—his eyes are dark, almost wild.
“This is insane,” he mutters.
Ford growls against Madeline’s throat. “Probably.”
Leo’s gaze flicks back to Madeline, his fingers tracing down her arm. “Are you sure about this?”
She swallows, her eyes flicking between us, then nods.
Leo exhales. And then he stops holding back. He hauls her against him, claiming her mouth again. Ford’s grip on her waist tightens. My lips brush along the curve of her shoulder.
Madeline doesn’t just let go—she completely gives in.
And none of us has any intention of stopping.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Madeline
The air isthick with heat, their scents—cologne, sweat, something inherently masculine—mixing with the desire pulsing between us. My skin feels feverish, every nerve ending attuned to their touch, their closeness.
Leo’s hands are firm as he tilts my chin up, his gaze dark and searching before his mouth crashes onto mine. It’s possessive, a raw claiming, his tongue pushing past my lips, stealing the breath from my lungs.
My fingers fist into his shirt, needing something to hold on to as Asher’s hands grip my waist from behind, his body solid against my back.
Ford drops to his knees in front of me, his fingers slipping beneath the waistband of my jeans, dragging them down in one slow, torturous movement. He presses a kiss to my thigh, his stubble rough against my sensitive skin.
Leo breaks the kiss just as Asher palms my breasts, rolling my already taut nipples between his fingers. A sharp gasp escapes me, my head tipping back against Asher’s shoulder as heat pools between my legs.
“Fuck,” Ford murmurs, his fingers sliding along my inner thighs, teasing. “She’s already soaked.”
Leo growls low in his throat. “Of course she is.” His hand slides down my stomach, slipping beneath my panties, finding me slick and ready.
My breath hitches, my body arching into his touch, but before I can beg for more, Ford hooks his fingers into the thin fabric and drags my panties down.
The cool air hits my bare skin for a second before Ford’s mouth replaces it. A sharp cry escapes me as his tongue flicks against my clit, hot and devastating.
My fingers tangle in his hair, my thighs trembling as he licks into me. He groans against me, the vibration sending another jolt of pleasure straight through my core.
Asher’s teeth graze my shoulder, his hands sliding down to spread my thighs wider. “Let him taste you properly, baby.”
