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Jaw clenched, I hold Wilder's daring stare unflinchingly. "You're on."
Chapter 24
My heart pounds erratically as I rush to the elevator. What was I thinking last night? One minute we were playing innocent card games, the next…
I wait just long enough for the doors to close before I lean against the wall, the memory of their hands and mouths worshiping every inch of me making my knees weak. I've never felt so desired, so overwhelmed with pleasure. Who knew Wyatt's refined polish hid such delicious dominance, or that roguish Wilder could play my body so skillfully, or that Emrys' untamed intensity would brand my very soul?
Vivid memories from last night play on a constant loop in my mind–the intoxicating passion, the pleasure bordering on painful, the sheer intensity of being with them all at once.
I've never felt so utterly consumed and stripped bare. So reckless and out of control.
It was freeing, letting go of all inhibitions and rational thought and simply feeling. But now harsh reality encroaches with the glaring morning light, and panic creeps in. This was only supposed to be a temporary fake boyfriend scheme, a business transaction.
I never meant for…this!
What must they think of me, so easily coming undone from their touch? The poised entrepreneur reduced to a writhing, begging mess. Shame burns through me. I couldn't even meet their eyes as I fled the bedroom, afraid of what I'd see reflecting back.
Disgust? Regret? Judgment?
I take a deep steadying breath. I just need to get through this bridesmaid brunch. Then I can figure out how to untangle myself from this thrilling but terrifying knot I've tied.
My phone chimes with a text. It's from Annabelle asking where I am. Yes. Perfect. Focus on my sister and her wedding week. I smooth my dress and paste on a breezy smile.
I'll deal with everything else later.
My hands tremble as I enter the private brunch area, immediately spotting Annabelle waving at me enthusiastically. Her excited smile falters as I approach, no doubt seeing the poorly concealed panic in my eyes.
"Hey girls, time for you to leave. I have business with my sister I forgot about," Annabelle announces brightly to the other chatting bridesmaids, but her tone brooks no argument. Though based on Naomi’s scrunched up features, she wants to. Thankfully, she keeps her trap shut and they all leave with friendly farewells.
Before I can object, Annabelle links her arm through mine and steers me to the table and plops me on a cushioned chair before sitting directly across from me.
"Alright, spill. What's got you looking like you just stumbled out of a war zone?" Annabelle asks without preamble, fixing me with her probing gaze.
I try to arrange my features into casual indifference. Not that I’m successful. "It's nothing, just tired is all."
Annabelle levels me with a look that could pin a moth. "Cut the crap, Kat. I haven't seen you this freaked out since prom night when Mark Cooper's limo broke down."
I shake my head helplessly, the words lodging in my throat.
"Talk to me. What happened?"
"We...crossed a line last night. Too far," I croak. “All of us. Together.” Each word is harder to force out than the former.
Annabelle's eyes nearly bug out of her head. "You did what now?!"
"Shhh!" I glance around frantically but luckily no one seems to have heard my sister's outburst.
"Holy shit!" Annabelle looks torn between shock and awe. "How did that even work?"
"Can we focus, please?" I snap, even as heat creeps up my neck. "I don't know what the hell I was thinking."
“Brass pussy indeed…” Annabelle grins, clearly enjoying my flustered state far too much. "I mean, I don't blame you. All three are smokin' hot. I'm surprised you didn't burst into flames sooner." I roll my eyes at her as she rubs her hands together eagerly. "Ooh, please tell me there were fuzzy handcuffs involved. Or at least a sexy firefighter roleplay scenario."
"Demon-Doll!" I shove her shoulder indignantly.
She cackles. "Sorry, but you're just too easy to rile up. I'm living vicariously through you over here." Her expression softens. "But seriously, don't panic. You did nothing wrong.”
“Yeah…except…you know…fuck my paid escorts!” I hiss as quietly as I can.
