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“Then we make sure you never forget tonight. Every touch. Every sound you make. Every way we’re going to worship this gorgeous body.”
Oh God.
My breath catches. My thighs clench.
I’m already wet just from the promise in his voice.
My heart stutters. Stops. Restarts at double time.
I could walk away. Should walk away. This is reckless. Crazy. Completely unlike the girl who plans everything and reads the last page first.
But maybe that’s exactly why I should stay.
I’m tired of being careful. Tired of colouring inside the lines. Maybe I want to be the heroine who says yes to adventure. Who lives like the women in my favourite books. Who takes what she wants instead of waiting for permission.
Maybe, just this once, I want to be brave.
I look at Leo, all tattoos and confidence and barely leashed hunger. At James, elegant control wrapped around something dark and wanting. At Luca, golden warmth barely concealing the heat underneath.
Three men who should be strangers but somehow feel like they’re offering me exactly what I didn’t know I needed.
“Only for tonight.” My voice only trembles slightly.
Leo’s smile is slow and devastating.
He offers his hand. This time when I take it, his fingers close around mine with firm possession.
It feels like stepping off a cliff.
I take it anyway.
CHAPTER 2
Rebecca
Leo’s hand is warm in mine as we leave the bar.
This is happening. This is actually happening.
James walks on my other side, close enough that I catch the scent of his cologne—something expensive and woodsy. Luca trails behind, and I can feel his eyes on me. All three of them focused entirely on me.
My heart hammers against my ribs.
We reach the elevators. The gold doors gleam under the lobby lights. Leo presses the button for the penthouse, and I watch his tattooed forearm flex with the movement.
Of course it’s the penthouse.
The elevator arrives with a soft chime. The doors open to reveal mirrored walls and soft lighting. We step inside, and suddenly the space feels much smaller.
I’m hyperaware of everything. The warmth radiating off Leo’s body beside me. The way James’s grey eyes watch me in the reflection. Luca leaning against the back corner, that easy smile on his lips.
The doors slide shut.
Silence stretches between us. I can hear my own breathing. Can feel my pulse in my throat.
The elevator starts to climb.
What am I doing? This is insane. This is perfect. This is?—
