Page 9 of Only for Tonight
The suite is stunning. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlook the glittering city below, Melbourne spread out like a sea of lights. The living area is all modern luxury. Cream leather couches, a sleek bar area with bottles that probably cost more than my rent, soft gold lighting that makes everything look warm and inviting.
And through an open doorway, I can see the master bedroom. A massive bed dominates the space, covered in white linens that look impossibly soft.
James crosses to me, his hand finding my chin, tilting my face up. “My turn, I believe.”
My breath catches. I can only nod.
His kiss is completely different from Leo’s. Slower. More controlled. His tongue traces my lower lip before sliding inside, and I forget how to breathe.
When he pulls back, I’m dizzy.
“Fuck,” I manage.
“Now me,” Luca says, grinning. He’s suddenly right there, crowding into my space. His kiss is playful, teasing. Then he bites my lower lip gently, and I gasp into his mouth.
“There she is,” he murmurs.
Okay. Three different kisses. Three completely different styles. I’m going to combust.
“Drink?” James offers, already heading toward the bar.
“Yes. Please. Something strong.”
Luca laughs, the sound warm. “Nervous?”
“Terrified.”
“Good terrified or bad terrified?”
I think about it. “Good terrified. Like roller coaster terrified.”
Leo grins, settling onto one of the couches. “I fucking love roller coasters, but sweetheart this is going to be so much better.”
James returns with a glass of amber liquid. I take it gratefully, letting the whiskey burn down my throat and settle the nerves in my stomach.
“So.” Luca sits beside Leo, their thighs touching in an easy, familiar way. “Should we talk about this? What everyone wants?”
Oh God, we’re havingThe Talk.
“That’s probably smart,” I manage.
James sits on the arm of the couch. All three looking at me.
Don’t be weird. Don’t be weird.
“I want...” How do you even say this? “I want all of you. Not separately. Together.”
“We gathered that, sweetheart,” Leo says with a grin.
“I don’t know the rules for this.”
“No rules. Just boundaries,” James says. “Things you’re comfortable with, things you’re not.”
I take another sip. “I’m okay with... most things. I think. I’ve never done anything like this before, so?—”
“Then we check in,” Luca interrupts gently. “You say stop, we stop. Easy.”
“What about you?” I ask. “What do you want?”
