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Roman opened the door ahead of us. “Your definition of remarkable remains unreliable.”

“Will both of you shut up?” I caught Roman by the collar as Kirill carried me past and dragged him inside with us.

Maksim closed and locked the door. Men still moved through the hall, chasing Yvelt and searching for Nora. Phones rang beyond the wall, and a radio cracked through a report I couldn’t understand. Danger hadn’t disappeared because we chose to take an interlude in a bedroom.

I didn’t want it to. I wanted this with my eyes open.

Kirill set me on my feet, and I reached for the hem of my shirt. Roman caught my wrists before I could pull it over my head. Clicking my tongue at him, I twisted free. “My rules this time, and I want this hard and quick.”

Roman cupped my face and stopped holding back. His mouth crushed mine as he backed me into Maksim, who braced me with one arm around my waist and dragged my shirt over my head with the other.

Cold air hit my skin. Kirill fixed the problem by covering my breast with his mouth.

I arched against him and grabbed his hair. His tongue moved over my nipple through the thin lace of my bra before his teeth closed carefully around the hard peak. Roman swallowed my moan, kissing me deeper while Maksim opened my jeans and slid one hand inside.

“Fuck.” My head fell against his shoulder when two fingers moved beneath my underwear. “No fair ganging up on me.”

Kirill released my breast with a wet pop. “Darling, you specifically requested all three.”

“I’m allowed to complain while enjoying myself.” I tangled my hands in Maksim's hair and arched toward Kirill and Roman.

“She’s correct.” Roman pulled one bra strap down my shoulder and followed it with his mouth. “You should know that by now.”

Maksim’s fingers slipped lower and parted me until his thumb pressed against my clit. My knees almost folded, but he held me upright without slowing the maddening circle.

“Bed.” The command vibrated against my ear.

“Bossy.” I pretended to pout, and he grinned.

“You like me bossy.”

I did, and the smug bastard knew it. Kirill dragged my pants and underwear down together. My phone slipped from the pocket, but Roman caught it before it struck the floor and set it on the nightstand. He unhooked my bra, Maksim lifted me out of the clothes tangled around my ankles, and somehow they moved me to the bed without any of us falling. A tremendous accomplishment considering my ability to walk had disappeared the second Maksim touched me.

I landed on my back and pushed up onto my elbows. Three clothed men surrounded the mattress, shirts open and weapons still strapped beneath their arms. The sight sent another rush of heat between my thighs.

“Take those off.” I pointed at the holsters. “If one of you shoots me in the ass, I'll never forgive you.”

Kirill removed his weapon and placed it on the dresser. “But you’ll forgive the kidnapping?”

“Still under review.” I tossed my head in what I hoped was a sexy move and reclined to better enjoy the view.

Roman secured all three guns in the drawer while Maksim stripped off his shirt. Silver threaded the dark hair on his chest, and I reached for him. He caught my hand, kissed my palm, then pressed it flat over his heart.

He offered no promises or careful speech about the future, and I loved him for that. His heart hammered beneath my palm, and his gaze stayed on mine while Kirill climbed onto the bed beside me.

Roman knelt between my legs, and surprise killed the smart remark waiting behind my teeth.

“Problem?” He ran both hands up my thighs and spread them wider.

I wiggled closer to him. “Not even a tiny one.”

His mouth curved before he lowered it to me. The first stroke of his tongue ripped a cry from my throat. I grabbed the bedding, but Kirill took one hand and Maksim claimed the other, lacing their fingers through mine while Roman licked me again.

The phone rang, slicing clean through the pleasure. My hips locked beneath Roman’s hands, and I bolted upright.

An unfamiliar number flashed across the screen on the nightstand. Roman rose before the second ring, Maksim released my hand, but Kirill reached the phone first.

He checked the number, then placed it in my palm. “Normally, I'd say never answer a strange number, but not this time.”