Yes.

Yes, I want to experience everything with these men tonight. They make me feel safe and lusted after and the way I’m attuned to all three of them in different ways is overwhelming. With everything in my life so undecided, they’ll make me forget for the night. They’ll occupy me mentally and physically until there’s only them. Only pleasure.

“Yes,” I whisper.

Tobias closes his eyes for a moment, as if relieved. When they open again, I swear I see the flicker of a flame in their depths. “You’re going to put your left knee on the bed and lean forward, palms flat on the mattress.” His color is deepening, chest heaving rapidly. “Tell me when I find the right rhythm, love. I already know the spot.”

With that statement hanging in the air, he takes hold of my bottom in a firm grip and pulls me forward, opening his mouth against my slit and inhaling roughly. “Must be exhausting walking around all day with something so priceless tucked away between your legs.” His tongue parts me, moving like a winding river over my clit, then retreating with added pressure, no joke, making me squeal and fall forward in the exact position he asked of me, eyes temporarily blind. “Smart girl. You know you can trust me with it.”

He smacks my ass once, twice, the cracking sound crystal clear and sharp, then palms my right cheek and spreads me wide. For Banks, I realize. He’s holding me open for Banks. Vaguely, I hear another thud behind me on the floor and acknowledge through the mounting hunger that Banks is kneeling now, too. His breath is on my bottom, between it and because of the way I’m positioned, hips tilted, his breath also ghosts over the underside of my core, where Tobias is asserting himself with slick drags of his tongue, his harsh moans adding infinite enjoyment to the action. Vibrations.

“Never had anything so delicious in my fucking life,” Tobias grates, his fingertips skimming up my inner thigh, rubbing a thumb over my entrance before pressing, starting an uncontrollable tremble in my legs. “How does the rest of her taste?”

“I’ll tell you in a minute.” Banks flattens his tongue against that untouched place and grunts, stiffens the appendage and rides it in swift motions, up, back, up, back then revels in me by rolling his head side to side, his fingers digging glorious bruises into my buttocks. My vision doubles along with the pleasure, my core winding up like a clock, breasts heavy, teeth chattering, hands fisted in the comforter. “She’s a little nervous. And a lot excited.”

“That’s what I’m getting, too,” Tobias says, smacking my sex lightly. “That’s what makes a good girl tight and wet at the same time, isn’t it?”

I’m being set loose into the atmosphere like a stray balloon, and I want to remain here, with my men, so I search out Gabe’s eyes and find him watching me with rapt concentration, his fingers busy applying a condom to…a very king-sized erection.