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“What, both?”

That seemed like the obvious answer.

“A little,” she whispered.

Alessio dismissed that with a grunt. “Not yet.”

“Not yet,” she echoed.

“Soon,” Corrado added, a wicked promise lingering there. “But not yet.”

That took time.

A readiness.

A certain level of trust and need he didn’t think Ginevra was ready for yet. Oh, they would get her there, certainly, but not tonight.

Ginevra made a soft, hot noise. “But tonight—”

“If you want,” Corrado said, “but that’s not why I brought you over here. It’s not why you’re in this bed at all, and as long as you get that, then whatever you want, you get.”

“You only have to ask,” Alessio said.

“Okay.”

Alessio peeked up at her where she still sat between their resting positions. “Okay, okay, or okay we will sleep?”

Ginevra grinned in the darkness. “Sleep … later.”

Yeah, that’s what he thought.

“Corrado, then?” Alessio asked, wanting to be sure that was who she wanted. “Because I have a kink, and I like to watch.”

All it took was Ginevra’s subtle nod, and her soft yes, for Corrado to reach for her. Alessio didn’t plan to touch, but he reached over to drift his fingers through Ginevra’s hair when Corrado kissed her. He hadn’t been wrong, either.

Corrado used his hands first—stripping her of clothes and shedding his own; he did his best work between her thighs, hands spreading her legs wide before his fingers stretched out her pussy, too. All those sounds that crawled out of her throat as Corrado circled her clit with the pads of his fingers while his other hand stuffed her full had Alessio harder than ever.

Still, he didn’t touch.

He didn’t need that to get what he needed here.

“Fuck, yeah,” Alessio murmured, “you should see what I see, Ginny. How wet your pussy is, and how you’re already soaking his hands. So fucking good. How bad do you want his cock, huh? Tell me.”

“Jesus,” Corrado grunted, “killing me here, Les.”

He grinned.

Yeah, he knew.

He loved watching Corrado work.

Corrado liked hearing all the details.

“Use your words, kitten,” Alessio urged Ginevra.

“Please …”

Her eyes flew wide, landing on Alessio when Corrado’s teeth found the junction between her neck and her shoulder. She came hard, gasping into the dark room and twisting against the bar-like hold Corrado had on her body.