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“Yes,” Corrado murmured.

“She doesn’t think we’re at all serious, huh?”

“Nope.”

Alessio laughed darkly, a sound that had Corrado’s cock perking, and his chest tightening in the best fucking way. “She’s in for a surprise.”

Fuck yeah.

“I’m gonna need someone to help me zip the back of this up,” Ginevra said, her words muffled behind the door. She didn’t seem to have heard them—good. “But just a second, I might be able to do it myself.”

“You got it,” Corrado replied, his gaze settling on Alessio at his left.

“I want that woman between us,” Alessio said under his breath.

“Here isn’t the best place for that, Les.”

“I know, but it needs to happen soon.”

Corrado agreed.

Entirely.

“But that doesn’t mean we can’t show her a little,” Alessio said, looking Corrado’s way. “Just a little, yeah?”

God.

Corrado nodded. “A little, then.”

“See what happens, yeah?”

A groan fell out of Corrado’s throat without his permission. “Killing me.”

“Not quite,” Alessio returned, winking.

Prick.

He knew his words turned Corrado on as much as they would Ginevra. That was, if she could hear them.

“Okay,” Ginevra called out, the door to the changing room door opening. “I got it.”

Alessio drifted past Corrado, but he was right behind him. Ginevra’s sweet gasp rang out when Alessio slipped into the changing room before she could even come out. By the time he got past the door, Alessio already had Ginevra backed against the wall. Corrado took a second to take in that sight—oh, he’d seen it a couple of times over the last two weeks … they tempted and loved her as much as she wanted, and yet, it still stunned him.

The way Alessio handled her.

How he kissed her.

The way the man just seemed like he couldn’t get enough, and God knew Corrado understood that far too well where Ginevra was concerned. Everything about her, from the way her skin heated under their hands, to the way she sounded, and even the sensitivity of her skin was addicting.

And that was before he mentioned how he ached to fuck her, or to get her flavor coating his tongue while she shook and called out his name.

Or Alessio’s.

Fuck.

“Yes, then?” Alessio asked. “Tell me yes, and we’ll make it so fucking good, Ginny.”

Corrado moved in beside them to tilt Alessio’s head back by tangling his fingers into the hair at the nape of the man’s neck. His lips crashed down on Alessio’s, tongue slashing against his that was already waiting to war in their familiar way. He reached for Ginevra, his fingers drifting down the fabric of the dress covering her chest, hearing her soft whimper.