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I take a deep breath and begin, falling into the introduction easily, only to stutter to a stop when the door opens and Gideon slips in, closing it silently before leaning against it with his arms crossed. He arches a brow and I stop the recording, holding out a hand in invitation.
“What are you doing? Is something wrong?”
He saunters over to me, eyeing my setup and the illusion on my face. “I just thought I’d come and watch you work, see behind the curtain, so to speak.”
I turn on my twisty stool and he slides between my spread thighs, staring down at me intently. My hands cup the outsides of his legs, squeezing gently.
“It’s really not that interesting to watch,” I say, peering up at him. “Especially since I’ll just be whispering into the microphones. It won’t feel all up close and personal like when you watch a video.”
He hums in his throat and bends down until his lips brush mine. “I still want to watch, if that’s okay?”
A shiver works over me, and I nod slowly. “Yeah, that’s okay. Or… If you want to, you could um participate? We could both read the affirmations?”
His lips quirk up. “Sure. But I’m not sure my voice is as good as yours. Your fans might object.”
I can’t help the eye roll. “You have a sexy as fuck whisper, Gideon, and you’re certifiably hot, so I don’t really think anyone is going to have any problems with it.”
His brows arch as a grin splits his face. “You think I’m hot, Rosalind?”
I wrinkle my nose. “You know you’re hot, Brightwater.”
I squeeze his legs one more time, then move to adjust my setup. Grabbing a second pair of earbuds so he can hear both me and him. He grabs another stool from the kitchen and places it next to me, and I explain quickly how it’s going to go.
He nods along like he already knows everything I’m telling him, and maybe he does. I wouldn’t put it past him to have researched filming processes just because he was interested.
His hand slips to the small of my back as we film, the tips of his fingers just barely brushing the inch of skin there. It makes my heart pound and my voice come out even breathier and huskier than normal. He smirks like he knows exactly what he’s doing through me, and that smile sticks to his lips through the entire recording session.
He does well, his low gruff whisper rolling over me, creating the perfect ASMR tingles all along my scalp. Holy Penguins, it’s like he was born for this. To do this with me. To me.
As soon as I sign off and hit the stop record button, I lunge at him, wrapping my arms around his neck and tugging him to me so I can taste his beautiful fucking mouth. He makes a sound low in his throat that vibrates through me right to my clit.
I moan. He swallows the sound.
Needing to be closer to him, I scramble up onto his lap. His arms wind around me, holding me to his chest as one of his hands fists in my hair and tilts my head just so.
Sweet baby kittens, I want him. I want him so badly, just like I want Hardin. There’s a niggling feeling of guilt in me. Telling me that maybe I should feel bad about wanting all of them. That maybe I need to pick just one, but as the thought occurs to me, I find it might, in fact, be impossible to do that.
And they all seem okay with our relationship being between the five of us. So I should be okay with it too.
Gideon pulls back, his teeth scraping over my lower lip. I chase him, wanting more, but he holds me in place with his hand in my hair and his pretty gray eyes sweep over me. “What happened there, Rosalind?”
I frown. “What do you mean?” Damn, my voice is even huskier, even needier.
“I could feel your brain going about a mile a minute as I was kissing you. What happened?”
I sigh and shake my head before dropping it to press my face into his shoulder. “I’m just… coming to terms with a few things.”
One of his huge hands smooths up and down my spine. “What things?”
“Just… stuff. There’s a lot for me to come to terms with.” I will not tell him I’m coming to terms with my feelings for him and his best friends. I will not tell him I want all four of them equally and I will not tell him that the idea of losing any of them, of needing to choose between them, will absolutely tear me apart.
He’s quiet for so long that I think he’s going to let it drop, but then he says, quietly, “Drop the illusion, Ro.” I let out a breath as I do so, feeling the magic fade and when I look back up at him, I’m no longer Gany, just me.
He gives me a soft smile, smoothing my light brown hair back from my face. “When we were kids, we used to talk about the kind of girl we wanted. The kind of girl we hoped we’d end up with.” My brows arch as he slides his hands down to my ass, shifting me to I’m more secure on his lap. “We knew even then that it wasn’t likely to happen. They tested us young, younger than most, and knew we were going to be the heirs.”
“How young?” I ask.
“Eight. Being an heir means we gave up a lot. As soon as we were tested, we started training, learning, casting.”
