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Her hands come to rest on my chest, but she doesn’t push me away. She lifts on her tiptoes, pressing our mouths together more firmly.

For a brief moment, I consider turning her, backing her into the wall, and devouring her.

There is only one tiny spot in my brain still lighting up with go slow.

Thank god it’s a part that I listen to often.

I lift my head and stare down at her. Her cheeks are pink, her pupils are dilated, and she’s breathing fast.

I run my thumb over her lower lip. “I thought Kane would be the first one to kiss you.”

Her lips tip up. “So did I.”

Well…okay, then.

I reach for the knob on the bedroom door, twist it, and push the door open.

“Goodnight, Abby.”

“Goodnight, Benjamin.”

She slips inside and closes the door behind her.

I let out a long breath.

Then do something I haven’t done enough of lately.

I smile. A big, satisfying, fuck-I-feel-good smile.

CHAPTER 9

ABBY

The dream started like reality had, with Benjamin kissing me at the bedroom door. But the kiss was way more intense. His tongue stroked over mine hungrily as he cupped my face with both hands. He turned me and backed me toward the bedroom door, but when I expected the solid wood behind me, he pushed the door open and backed me through it. He walked me to the bed, stripped off my clothes, kissed my entire body, and then—Hallelujah—took his clothes off.

I’d been on my back with his face between my legs, climbing toward orgasm when he looked up at me and suddenly it wasn’t Benjamin. It was Kane, grinning up at me, smugly, rakishly, watching my face as he took me the rest of the way through an intense orgasm.

Then he climbed up by my body and thrust inside me, fucking me that way for several minutes until I was close again, at which point he flipped me over onto my stomach and pulled me onto my hands and knees. But when I looked over my shoulder at him, it was Dash pounding into me from behind. Sweet, quiet Dash. Huge Dash.

I shiver, fully awake now, lying on my back on the most amazing mattress I’ve ever laid on in my life, in the nicest room I’ve ever slept in, after the best sleep of my life.

Even with the dream.

Maybe because of the dream.

Remembering it, my nipples are hard, my clit is aching, and I know that it wouldn’t take much to give myself an orgasm right here and now.

And maybe that’s a good idea. Before I go downstairs and face all of the men that I very clearly want.

You can’t have them all. You have to stop these fantasies. You’re just setting yourself up for heartbreak.

I pause with my hand at the waistband of my panties.

What am I doing?

I’m attracted to all of them because I am a single, not-dead woman who likes men. Being attracted to them is completely logical.

But I can’t do anything about it and even letting my fantasies go there seems like a bad idea.