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The world falls away as I shatter, an explosion of light and heat from within, radiating outward in ripples of pure bliss. The intensity is overwhelming.

Conrad doesn’t stop there, gripping my waist harder as he dives deeper and deeper into my clenched pussy.

With one final, searing drive, he pulls back, and I feel the hot splash against my stomach to join Grayson’s, the tactile proof of their lust. Conrad’s groan is guttural, triumphant, and it echoes in the silence of the room. My back arches, a silent cry to the intensity of the moment, the final brushstroke on the canvas of our tangled bodies.

“Fuck, that was—” Conrad starts, but his words trail off, lost to the heavy panting that fills the space between us.

“More than I ever imagined,” I finish for him, still quivering from the aftershocks, basking in the warmth of their release on my skin.

“And don’t think we’re done with you yet,” Grayson says, standing and grinning at Conrad as they switch places. “We’re just getting started.”

5

BRIELLE

My reflection in the mirror is flushed, cheeks rosy with the remnants of ecstasy. I fix my tousled hair, tucking rogue strands behind my ear, and smooth out my crumpled blouse with trembling hands.

Will everyone know the dirty things I’ve just done on the plane? Get it together.

I dab under my eyes, erasing any trace of smudged mascara. My pants, slightly askew, get a quick adjustment. Every crease, every fold—I meticulously refine them all, ensuring there’s no evidence of the threesome.

Pulse still fluttering, I step out of the bathroom, slipping back into the airport. I clutch my luggage tighter, the longing gnawing at me with sharp teeth. What now? I’m back on solid ground, but I feel like I’m still up in the air.

For a second, I scan the crowd, craving one last glimpse of the men, any of them. But they’re gone—and that’s probably for the best. I knew what I was getting myself into.

The buzz of my phone brings me back to reality. I fumble in my purse before pulling it out, fully expecting it to be Dad, although pleasantly surprised to see my best friend’s name written across the screen.

“Where are you hiding, Brielle Rose?” Callie asks the second I answer.

“I haven’t gotten to the house yet,” I laugh.

“I know. I’m here to pick you up.”

“Really?”

“Yep, took a lot of convincing, but I finally made your Dad give in. He’ll get to see you plenty.”

“Gate B7,” I reply, laughing. I really have missed her.

“Girl, get your cute butt over here! I’ve missed you!” Her excitement, palpable even through the static, tugs at the corners of my lips.

“I’m coming. I’m coming,” I say, weaving through the crowd.

Then, I spot her. Callie stands with arms wide open, her vibrant red hair obvious even in the crowd.

“Callie!”

She turns around and grins, quickly closing the distance between us before pulling me into a bear hug. “God, it’s good to see you.” Her words are muffled against my shoulder.

“You have no idea.”

“Let’s grab your stuff, and we’ll hit the road. There’s so much to catch up on.”

* * *

The car door closes with a soft click. “Still have this old sedan, huh?” I ask, as she pulls out of the airport parking lot.

Her attention is focused straight ahead, but she grins. “Too many memories to let it go.”

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