Our breaths are white in the air and the puffs of condensation come quicker, quicker.

I’m getting blasted with heat now from all sides. My pulse is haywire.

They’re all taller than me, even in my heels, and I’m shocked to find I’m turned on by being the shortest. By being the object of their attraction. All three of them? How?

“Is Gabe your choice then, love?” Tobias asks, tipping up my chin. Studying my face.

“If you want him to stop touching you, say the word, Elise,” Banks says. “If you want any of this to stop, I’ll make it happen.”

Gratitude floods me and I nod, my hand reaching out before I think twice, my fingers threading through the longer ones of Banks.

“Yes,” Tobias says, jaw flexing. His hand sliding feather light from my chin down to my throat, his knuckle stroking downward over the slight lump, his grip circling the entirety of my throat loosely. “Tell us if you want to stop.”

“We will listen,” Gabe says gruffly, his mouth buried in the back of my hair now.

I’m touching all three of them at once. It’s like having a triple-pronged electrical current running through my body. My nipples are in points, my skin is hypersensitive. And then Tobias squeezes my throat, just barely, and I whimper—bringing all three of them forward in a heated rush, their hard bodies converging on me from three different sides.

Oh holy shit. Holy shit.

I start to shake, their muscles flexing against me in response. Almost like a protective move that they can’t help. “I don’t know what’s going on.”

“Join the club,” Banks says through his teeth.

“Me either.” This from Gabe, who unexpectedly wraps his forearm around my waist and draws me back tightly to his chest. “But I’m the one she asked out.”

There’s a flash of something dangerous in Tobias’s expression. “Allow us the opportunity to change her mind. It’s only sporting.”

Banks brings my hand to his mouth and exhales roughly against the small of my wrist, razing the sensitive region with his teeth. I suck down a greedy inhale, my right knee jerking up in response to the intense pull between my thighs. Tobias catches my knee in his left hand without looking, proving he’s an expert at his trade. He yanks my knee up to his hip so suddenly that I gasp, powerless to do anything but reel while he balances it there, his exploratory hand sliding higher on my hip, just beneath the hem of my skirt. Squeezing until I cry out.

At the same time, Gabe fists my hair and brings it to one side, his open mouth on the nape of my neck, Banks taking my hand and placing it inside his buttoned shirt. He pauses with my palm over his heart and it’s rioting out of control. Mine is doing the same.

“Are you hot for all three of us, Elise?” Tobias asks, his thumb pressing into my hip abductor in such a knowing and skilled way that a sort of languidness rolls through me. As though he’s hit a pressure point to rob me of tension. “There’s no shame in it.”