I should leave it at that, but I lost my head at some point during this process. I sift my fingers through her damp hair. “Stay in bed after. Sleep here. Both of you.”

Which is how we end up in a messy pile thirty minutes later, Shiloh between me and Broderick. She snuggles, because of course she does. She’s so fucking perfect, it makes my chest ache. All three of us in this bed is fucking perfect. I might be coming to terms with my feelings for Shiloh, but I’m more than self-aware enough to realize how seamlessly Broderick fits.

How well balanced we are as a trio.

I close my eyes and almost laugh when I realize she’s been using my shampoo. A little stamp of me in her hair, and I love it entirely too much. I let her closeness wash over me. No matter what happens next, we have this time. It will be enough.

It has to be.

I’m nearly asleep when a large arm drapes over our waists. I fight my eyes open to find Broderick pressed to Shiloh’s back and propped up on one arm, watching us. I’m too tired to define the strange look on his face, so I give him a soft smile and let sleep take me.

Chapter 25

Shiloh

I wake up so sore, I could almost convince myself I was tricked into joining one of Maddox’s workouts instead of having hours of intense sex. Then again, Maddox’s workouts never have me aching between my thighs. I’m smiling even as I open my eyes.

To a very, very bright room.

Too bright.

I shoot up. “We’re late.”

Next to me, Monroe throws an arm over her eyes. Even in my panicked state, I can’t help the pulse of heat that goes through me at the sight of her naked body. She’s so damn sexy, and I might have gotten close and personal with nearly every inch of her last night, but I can’t wait to do it again. Lust is a heady drug, which is the only explanation for how we both managed to sleep in.

“Monroe.”

“We’re not late. I had my assistant reschedule the one meeting I had.” She lifts her arm enough to open one eye. “I don’t know about you, but I’m not going to be able to concentrate today. Let’s stay in bed and have some fun.”

The pulse of heat inside me gets stronger. It’s oh so tempting to do exactly that, but there are things we really need to discuss. Like the fact that Monroe’s mother wants Broderick dead. As if the thought of him draws my attention, I can’t ignore his presence in this bed any longer. I twist to look at him.

He’s… Gods, he’s something else.