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"What the hell kind of men have you been with?" Brian’s jaw was tight with anger. "Any man who can't make you come doesn't deserve to touch you."
I saw the moment realization dawned. His expression changed again, this time to mortification.
"Oh fuck," he breathed. "Jake…" He trailed off, looking like he wanted to disappear beneath the water.
I felt my face burn with embarrassment. "It wasn’t Jake," I said quietly. "I think I'm... broken somehow. I learned to fake it, so most guys don’t even know. Hell, I’m not even sure why I’m telling you this instead of just… you know."
Enzo's arms tightened around me, gentle but firm. "You're not broken, Gem. You just haven't found the right touch yet."
He moved closer, pressing his chest more firmly against my back while his hands traced soothing patterns on my arms. "I bet you’ve never tried to orgasm with two men tending to your every need."
I couldn't help the nervous laugh that escaped. "Of course not. I can barely manage with one."
Enzo's smile was warm and encouraging, free of judgment. "Well then, time to try, don't you think?"
I stared at him, then at Brian, my heart hammering against my ribs. The old Gemma would have been scandalized, would have made excuses and fled to the safety of her business calls and quarterly reports. But the woman I was becoming—the one who'd spent last night watching these men pleasure each other—felt a thrill of anticipation at the suggestion.
"I..." I swallowed hard. "I don't want to disappoint you. If I can't..."
"You won't," Brian said with quiet conviction, his hands settling on my waist. "When this is done, we’re going to have a long talk about the man who made you feel like a disappointment when he was, in fact, the disappointing one.”
“Trust us?" Enzo asked.
I looked between them—these two beautiful, patient men who'd already shown me more consideration than anyone else ever had—and felt something shift inside me. A door opening, a wall crumbling, the first crack in the armor I'd built around my heart.
“Yes. But don't be disappointed if I'm impossible."
Brian shook his head immediately, his expression fierce with determination. "No one's impossible, Gemma." His blue eyes searched my face, looking for something I wasn't sure I could give him. "You said you can't with men. But can you... by yourself?"
The question sent fresh heat flooding through my cheeks, and I had to look away from his intense gaze. "I... yes. With my vibrator."
"Then you can come with us," Brian said with quiet conviction. "Some women just require patience. And the right touch."
Enzo's hands were already moving, fingers tracing the line of my bikini straps with reverent attention. "We don’t have to be back to the ship for seven hours. We’ve got all the time in the world, princess. And we're very motivated students."
The combination of Brian's clinical certainty and Enzo's playful confidence sent shivers racing down my spine. I felt caught between them, suspended in a moment of pure possibility where anything could happen, as they ran their hands gently down to my hips, holding me nude between them.
The warm Mediterranean sun beat down on my skin, turning the water into liquid gold around us. I could feel every breeze, every ripple against my sensitized flesh, every place where their bodies pressed against mine. The infinity pool stretched out before us, seeming to merge with the azure sea beyond, and I felt like I was floating in paradise.
"Look at you," Enzo said. "Like a fucking goddess."
Brian moved behind me, his chest pressing against my back as his arms came around my waist. I could feel his cock, hard and insistent, nestling against the curve of my ass. His hands began a slow exploration of my body, fingers tracing patterns on my skin beneath the water.
"You're so soft. So responsive. Look how hard your nipples are."
His hands moved lower, stroking along my thighs through the water with maddening lightness. Each touch sent electricity racing through my nerves, and I found myself arching back against him, seeking more contact, more pressure, more of whatever magic his fingers were weaving.
"That's it. Let yourself feel it. You're so fucking sexy like this, Gem."
Enzo moved closer, his hands cupping my face as he studied my expression with dark, knowing eyes. "Can I kiss you?"
The question was so gentle, so respectful, that it made my chest tight with emotion. When was the last time someone had asked permission? When had anyone cared more about my comfort than their own desire?
"Yes," I breathed, and then his mouth was on mine.
The kiss was everything I'd hoped for and more—warm and sweet and hungry, his tongue dancing with mine as his hands tangled in my wet hair. He tasted like salt and sunshine and pure masculine desire, and I found myself pressing closer, desperate for more contact.
When we broke apart, I was breathing hard, my body humming with need. Brian's hands were still moving on my skin, still building that delicious tension, and I could feel my pussy growing wet despite being surrounded by water.
