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“Of us?”

“Yes. But also myself. I don’t want to lose myself. Lusting after all of you isn’t me. And it definitely isn’t right when I’m finding myself with deeper feelings for Gideon than I’ve had for a very long time… if ever. How can I make you understand that?”

“I do understand. And thank you for being honest with me, Isla. But consider this: you don’t know what you’re capable of in the right hands.”

“And you think your hands are right for me?”

He drops his hand to the back of my neck and pulls me even closer to whisper in my ear. “You have no idea the things I can make you feel with just my hands. Add in my lips, my tongue, my cock… I can have you reaching heights you never even knew existed. Now think about that, and then add Dante and Gideon to the picture.”

Gasping as my mind runs away with me, all I can picture now is the porn I saw with the woman and three men railing her in all her holes. A shiver of arousal ripples through my body, and I bring my hands up to rest lightly on Sebastian’s chest. “Stop doing this to me.”

“No. I want you to see how it can be, Isla. Don’t reject the idea because you’re scared.”

Lowering my gaze, I gulp.

He kisses my forehead and steps back, letting me go. “I’ll be back, Isla, and when I am, I want to continue this conversation. I hope you have a broader view of things then.”

“I can’t promise anything.”

“I know, but think about it. You have all the power, Isla.”

“I want more than just sex,” I blurt out, needing him to know so he stops pursuing this. I can’t hold out much longer, and I know he will break my heart if I let him in even a fraction.

His eyes search mine. “So do I, Isla. I’m talking about forever.”

“Oh,” I murmur, my cheeks heating up as I got him figured all wrong. Or did I? Are they just words? That there is the problem. I don’t know because I don’t know him.

“I’ll be seeing you, sweetheart,” he says, and with a last kiss on my forehead, he sweeps out of my life, crushing a tiny part of me that desperately wants to believe what he says.

“Isla.”

“Yes, Gideon,” I say as I see him approaching, crossing Sebastian on the stairs.

“I set the dishwasher running.”

“What?” His words jump-start me back into reality. “No, you’ll have done it all wrong!”

He chuckles. “Contrary to what my sister told you, I’m not completely stupid.”

“You’d better be right. But I’m going to have to check it, or it will bug me if I have to start the cycle all over again because everything is dirty.”

“I want you to feel more at home here, Isla,” he says suddenly. “I don’t want you doing all of this…” He waves his hand about wildly.

“What’s this?” I ask, mimicking his gesture.

“Cleaning and cooking.”

“But it’s my job.”

“I don’t want you to do it anymore.”

“So you want me to leave?” My heart plummets to the bottom of my feet.

“What? No. I want you to stay but to be with me here. Not working here.”

“Oh,” I murmur, relief flooding me. “But who will cook and clean then?”

He frowns. “Uhm…”

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