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Oh, shit.
“Nothing.”
“Leo,” she hisses. “Don’t you dare nothing me. I’m not just some client anymore, I never have been, and I’m not a child. Tell me what that meant.”
I let out a huff. “You’re right, you were never just a client, Clove.”
“Tell me,” she demands.
“He wants to retire or some shit.”
“Oh, hell no.”
Fuck.
Sebastian is retiring? Since when? He’s like in his thirties. And he’s mine. He can’t retire. Sliding to my feet, I push Leo away from me.
“Fuck,” he groans. “Don’t say anything.”
“Screw that,” I screech. “He can’t leave us like that!”
Storming from the room into the sitting area, I find him discussing something with Ford and Zac. As soon as he catches my furious stare, he holds his hands up in defense. Hands that just last night roamed my body. The fucker led me on, knowing he was going to leave.
“You don’t get to retire,” I spit out, shoving his stone-hard chest. He goes nowhere. “You don’t get to leave me.”
Shame has him looking at the other guys. “Clo…” He clenches his jaw and flashes me a hard stare. “We need to pack up and leave. We’ll discuss this later.”
“No! We’re discussing this right now!” I slap at his chest, letting all my fury and betrayal aim their way at him until he’s had enough.
“Fine,” he bellows. “We’ll talk about it now. Outside.”
I scream when he bends and tosses me over his shoulder. My fists pummel his muscled ass until I hear the other three guys sniggering. I trade my fists for shooting them the middle finger on the way out the door. As soon as we’re outside, Seb stalks away from the cabin through the thicket of trees. Once we’re alone, he sets me to my feet.
“Calm down,” he snarls.
“No,” I hiss, my heart in my throat. “I need you. You can’t leave me. I don’t even know who I am without you guys.” I choke on my truth.
“Come here,” he grumbles, pulling me to him. He holds me as I let the emotion overtake me and cry against him. I’ve never really thought about any of them ever leaving me. It’s too unbearable to ever imagine.
“Is it Dad? Did you have a falling out about what happened? Is it me?” My heart sinks at that prospect. Was it because he saw me pleasuring myself and we crossed a line? Oh God. Him pleasuring me…
“It’s not you,” he says fiercely. “Well, not in the way you may think.”
My body stiffens. I look up at him through my lashes, heat flooding my cheeks and sorrow gripping my heart at the thought of losing him. “What?” A chill races up my spine, the air frigid with a sense of fragility. Is this all over before we’ve even had a chance to explore it?
“Before we came out here…” he trails off and scowls. “I was having a hard time watching you with William. He didn’t deserve you.” He lifts a hand and strokes his knuckle along my cheek, swiping off a tear that dropped there without permission. “I wanted you and it was unprofessional and unethical.”
He wanted me?
“But then?” I ask, hope in my voice.
“Then we crossed some lines and I don’t want to go back over them. My plans have been derailed,” he admits in defeat. “Now…now you’re not with that fucking idiot William. I’m left with the three men I trust more than anything all falling head over fucking heels for the girl I want. The girl I’ve wanted for a long ass time, Clove.”
“So, share me,” I say on a desperate breath. Choosing or singling one of them out to date would be impossible. Greed, lust, need, my stupid heart has me wanting them all.
“It’s not competing if you share.” I try to convince not just him but myself. Why can’t they share me? It’s no one else’s business and it’s what I want.
He dips down and kisses my lips, causing a glimmer of hope to inflate my chest. “I’m still figuring things out.”
“We’ll figure them out together,” I assure him, deepening the kiss. “But you don’t just get to leave me. Not after all this time. After everything we’ve been together. Not after you finally notice me.” I groan through kisses.
He scoffs, pulling away slightly. “Finally notice you? I’ve been aching for you long before it was morally acceptable, baby. You’ve starred in one too many of my fantasies. Now my fantasies are getting more complicated.”
I lift a brow. “Oh? How so?”
His gaze drifts off. “Last night, having Zac in there with us, I thought I’d need you to myself. But, it was…”
“Hotter. It was hotter having him tell us what to do and watch,” I whisper, my pussy pulsing with just the memory of it.
He darts his gaze back to mine. “It was.”
“I’m all for exploring your complicated fantasies,” I tell him with a sly grin. “I have a few of my own.”
