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My breath stuttered. I could hardly dare to believe it. “So, you don’t… You don’t hate me? You forgive me?”
How could it be so easy? If Joseph had touched another woman, I’d be heartbroken.
“Of course I don’t hate you. There’s nothing to forgive.”
My brow furrowed. I didn’t understand. How could he not care? He’d been so fiercely possessive of me when we’d first met. He still was. I could feel it in the desperate way he kissed me.
“You aren’t angry?”
Impossibly, he gave me a dazzling smile. “You make me very happy, angel.”
“So, you… You still want to be with me?”
“Always,” he promised. “We want to be with you. Both of us.”
My heart fluttered. Surely, I hadn’t heard him correctly. “Both of you?” My question was little more than a squeak.
He nodded. “Both of us. Marco and me.”
“But I can’t… That’s not…” I stammered, unable to form a coherent sentence. I couldn’t even formulate a coherent thought. I was suddenly far too hot in Joseph’s arms.
“I told you I was right about her.” Marco’s voice rumbled over me, drawing my attention like a magnet. “Look at that pretty blush.”
He stood in the doorway, watching me intently.
Joseph’s fingers trailed over my heated cheek, and electricity danced across my skin. My body hummed with awareness. I could feel Marco’s presence as keenly as I could feel Joseph’s physical touch.
“You were right,” Joseph agreed with him. “I should have listened.”
My head was spinning, and I felt oddly disconnected from my thoughts. Everything was surreal, as though this was a strange dream.
“But I cheated on you,” I told Joseph on a pained whisper.
“It’s not like that with Marco and me,” he said, bizarrely calm. “I’m happy that you opened up to Marco.”
I stared at him, disbelieving. I must have drifted off, after all, because this couldn’t be reality.
“Kiss her, Joseph,” Marco commanded. “She doesn’t believe you. Show her how you feel.”
My gaze redirected to Joseph, gauging his reaction to being ordered around by Marco in this strange way.
Joseph’s aquamarine eyes burned with lust, and he leaned in to capture my lips with his.
Definitely a dream, I decided. There was no way Joseph would forgive me for cheating on him with Marco, and he certainly wouldn’t kiss me like I was the most precious thing in his world. He held me carefully, cradling me in his arms as his mouth caressed mine.
I decided to relax into the pleasant fantasy my mind had conjured. I tipped my head back, welcoming him to claim me more deeply. When his tongue swept into my mouth, I moaned in relief.
He doesn’t hate me. At least, this
dream version of Joseph didn’t hate me.
A big hand closed around mine.
Marco. I recognized the feel of him now: his palms were slightly rougher than Joseph’s, his fingers thicker.
He used his gentle grip on my hand to guide my touch. My palm rasped against jeans, and I gasped into Joseph’s mouth. I was familiar with this, too: the feel of his hard cock straining toward me.
“Feel how much he wants you,” Marco said. “Feel how much he wants this. How much he wants us. Together. All of us.”
