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My pulse races as Grayson’s hands find my waist, spinning me around with a fluid motion that has me facing him. His eyes are dark with desire, the intensity within them sending a shock wave of anticipation through me. Conrad’s arm doesn’t leave my body, his touch a constant flame against the sensitive peaks of my breasts.
“Wait.” Levi’s voice slices through the thick air of arousal, firm yet laced with an undercurrent of something I can’t quite place. I’d almost forgotten he was there. Almost. “Just…let me look at her.”
Grayson pauses, an eyebrow raised, and Conrad’s sensual touches slow but don’t stop. Their gazes lock onto Levi, mischief and understanding dancing in their eyes. “Admire away,” Grayson says, his tone teasing.
My cheeks flush warm with the weight of Levi’s stare, intense and consuming. It feels like he’s not just looking at me, but seeing right into the core of who I am. The air crackles with tension, and I’m somehow caught in the middle.
“Turn around for me, Brielle,” Levi commands, his voice a velvet demand that sends my pulse into a wild rhythm.
I feel like I would do anything this man asked me to, as long as he sounds like that.
But I stop myself. Why? I’m not some object he can give his stamp of approval. My eyebrows furrow, and I swallow. “Why should I?” What is it that he wants to see anyway?
Levi’s gaze lingers as if he’s memorizing every detail, but he doesn’t say anything before he suddenly straightens. My breath catches as he takes a deliberate step back, away from the heat of our would-be embrace.
“You’re right.”
I am? What is he doing? “Where are you going?” The question slips out, laced with an urgency that surprises even me.
He freezes for a moment before he turns slowly and walks toward me, my heart jumping once he’s only a foot away. Levi’s hand is sudden and firm as it lifts my chin, forcing me to meet his icy stare.
“You think you’re ready for this?” His thumb brushes against my lower lip, and I shiver, not from his touch but from the coldness in his eyes. “You’re not good enough for me, Brielle. No matter how sweet the package—” He smirks down at me, his grip tightening ever so slightly. “You’re just a nice piece of ass.”
The words slice through the fog of arousal, sharp and unexpected. My lips part, but no sound comes out—just a silent gasp of shock. Levi doesn’t say anything else, he just walks through one of the doors, closing it behind him as if he hadn’t said anything at all.
What an asshole. No man has ever been so rude to me.
“Hey, hey.” Grayson’s voice is a low, soothing rumble, pulling me back into the moment. His hands circle my wrists, grounding me. “Don’t listen to him, Brielle. That’s just Levi being Levi.”
“Gray’s right.” Conrad’s touch is a balm, smooth and steady against the tremble of my shoulders. “Brielle,” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through me, “look at me.”
I lift my gaze to meet his, finding an ocean of calm in his stormy eyes. The harshness of Levi’s words still echoes in my mind, but Conrad’s presence is like gravity, pulling me back from the edge of doubt.
“Levi…he doesn’t matter right now.” Conrad’s thumb traces circles on the back of my hand, anchoring me. “You’re here with us, with me. We matter. You matter.”
For some reason, his words reassure me.
“Have you ever…” Conrad starts, pausing as if searching for the right way to phrase his question. I’m grateful for a change of topic, looking at him eagerly to see what he wants to ask me.
His fingers trail down the column of my neck, eliciting a shiver. “Have you ever tasted someone? Given oral sex?”
My cheeks flame with heat, and my breath catches—a confession waiting to spill. “No, never,” I whisper, admitting to my inexperience, my voice barely above the hum of our anticipation.
“Such innocence.” Grayson’s voice rumbles, the timbre resonating within me like a strummed chord. “It’s intoxicating.”
“Imagine being the one to awaken it fully,” Conrad murmurs from close behind, his words a brush of warmth against my earlobe. His index finger traces a line down my spine, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. “To be the first to claim you…”
A shudder racks through me.
“We won’t introduce you to oral,” Grayson says, his back bracing against the wall. “Not today, because today is about you. But that doesn’t mean we can’t have a little bit of fun.”
His hands find my waist, pulling me flush against him. Our mouths collide, a desperate tangle of lips and teeth, each kiss igniting sparks that threaten to burn me alive from the inside out. I can feel his heart hammering against mine.
It’s nice to know I’m not the only one affected.
“Undo my pants,” he commands between kisses, his breath hot against my cheek. “I want to feel your hands on me.”
Trembling with a blend of nervousness and excitement, my fingers fumble at his belt. I unzip him slowly, hyperaware of every touch.
