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“Two weeks,” Jax said. “I know it’s not the full month you wanted, but we do have two weeks because we finished the compositions ahead of our deadline. And then—”
“And then,” Lex intuitively added, “we have the international tour. Join us. I’m one hundred percent certain your mother will love the itinerary.”
“Lex!”
He released her, and his hands framed her face. “Italy, Lily, is just one of the destinations. Go with us.”
“I can’t even—”
“Lily,” Lex continued. “I love you.”
She gasped.
Jax chuckled. “Beat me to the punch. But . . . ditto.”
She stared at them both through watery eyes. “I was just your muse.”
“No,” Jax assured her. “You have been so much more than that from the moment we met you. It’s just taken the three of us confronting the past—the ghosts—and moving on in order to reach this point. Lily . . . sweetheart. We want you. What do you want?”
She smiled shakily through her tears. And said, “That’s an easy one. Both of you. I love you both.” She sniffled. “Jax. Lex. Take me to Paris . . .”
Read on for an excerpt from Confession, the next story in Calista Fox’s series!
Available from St. Martin’s Press in February 2017
“Yes,” she moaned. “God. I can feel you both, so thick and hot inside me. It’s so incredible.”
Morgan’s hips bucked upward. Devon’s forward. And the sensations started to mesh so all that registered in her mind was being filled by both men, who were totally in sync with each other, working her rapidly, heatedly, fervently.
“Oh, God,” she murmured again. Her forehead pressed to Morgan’s shoulder. Her eyes closed. She homed in on the way they fucked her, the way they pushed her up, up, up.
Their breathing was as labored as hers. The sound of both men pumping into her mixed with their groans and her moans.
Fallon couldn’t process the full-blown eroticism of the intimate act all at once. Just gave herself over to it and let her body respond. Let the desire flash through her and the emotions ribbon around her stomach and wind their way up to her heart.
This was everything she’d ever wanted. Everything she’d fantasized about.
And so, so much more.
It was intense and raw and beautiful.
And Fallon was hopelessly lost in both men.
And her love and desire for them.
“Christ,” Devon ground out. “You are sensational, sweetheart.”
Morgan’s lips grazed her temple as he whispered, “Better than anything we’ve ever experienced.”
Their words elevated her to that highest pinnacle as much as everything they did to her. And Fallon couldn’t hold on a second longer.
