I made my escape upstairs as quickly as humanly possible. Ensuring that I grabbed the baby monitor and shut the door to the nursery, I threw on the oversized Disneyland shirt I used as sleepwear. Then I reached under the bed and unzipped a side pocket of my duffle bag, pulling out the Pink Rocket. It had been a gift from Chloe last Christmas. She’d put that shit right under the tree too; my dad had almost choked on his eggnog when I opened it and didn’t hide the contents fast enough.

But it was a thoughtful gift in a very Chloe kind of way. She was all about spreading empowerment by taking control of your own orgasms. She had a whole fifteen-minute TED Talk on how the invention of rechargeable batteries had revolutionised the sexual landscape of this country. Whether that was true or not, I was going to have to take the edge off this hunger I had or I was going to do something dumb, such as climb Rigby like a damn tree.

I dived deep into my spank bank, pulling out all the hot actors with rippling abs, and that one billboard in Times Square that had caused a social media uproar and given a woman a heart attack. I thought about a scene I’d read in my latest book where the male lead bent her over in an alleyway and took her where anyone could see them. I tried to think of anything but the three hot men I was living with.

I failed.

I tried not to think of Rigby’s strong arms as he carried me up the stairs. Would he hold me against a wall and pound into me, like I was the only thing he needed to survive? Would River watch us from the end of the hallway, then come over and join us, pressing me tightly between their muscular chests as they licked and kissed across my skin? In my fantasies, they shared me between them, tasting me and taking me like I was a dessert so sweet they had to share.

And Devan… He would wrap his hand around my throat as he pushed inside me, those eyes staring down at me, commanding me to come when he said…

I was so fucking close to coming. So close.

“Hey, buddy. Did you wake up?” A whispered voice came from the nursery, and I bit my lip to keep from crying out.

Fuck. I was so goddamn close.

I bit my lip as I increased the speed on the Pink Rocket, needing to get this finished fast. I accidentally hit the g-spot vibration setting and rocketed up in bed on a moan.