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I stand in front of the mirror in my room.
My nerves are shot. I’m shaking and I hate myself for it. I smoothe my hands down the lacey part of the lingerie.
It clings to me perfectly, hugging my curves in a way that makes me feel undeniably sexy. Still, the real thrill comes from imagining the way their eyes will darken when they see me like this.
I picture Jake, his gaze sweeping over me with that quiet, knowing hunger, his fingers skimming the edges of the lace just to tease me. Aiden won’t even try to hide how much he wants me. And Zaid will look at me like he’s ready to worship me.
Heat spreads through me at the thought.
The anticipation makes my skin tingle.
The babydoll lingerie leaves nothing to the imagination, the fabric so light and see through. Not to mention the open cups and crotchless thong.
I want them, and I want it to be obvious that I want them to see me, to want me and to
touch me.
I bite my lip, a slow smile curling as I step away from the mirror.
They’re going to love this.
Tonight, I want to celebrate. For the first time, I feel like I’m being fully honest and not just with them, but with myself. It’s a freeing thought, one that fills my chest with
warmth.
With a final glance at my reflection, I step out of my room, my heart light as I make my way to Jake’s bedroom.
The second I push open the door, my smile widens. They don’t notice me at first, too wrapped up in their argument. They decided to put the beds we do have together while we
wait for the new ones to be delivered.
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“I’m telling you, if we put them side by side this way, it gives us more room,” Aiden insists, arms crossed, exasperation clear in his voice.
Zaid shakes his head. “Yeah, and it also makes it impossible to get out of bed without stepping on someone.”
Jake sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “We need to be thinking about practicality, not
just space.”
Aiden scoffs. “I don’t want to be hanging off the edge.”
I bite my lip, trying to hold in my laughter, but it bubbles out anyway, drawing their
attention.
Three pairs of eyes snap toward me, their bickering instantly forgotten. Their gazes drop, taking me in.
My exposed breasts, perky nipples, the lips of my pussy as they peek out from my thong and my bare legs. The shift in the air is immediate, and I see Zaid’s erection as it grows, pushing at the seams of his sweatpants.
Need coils in my belly.
Jake’s eyes wander up and down, up and down. He can’t decide where to look at. He inhales, slow and shaky, and then shifts, rolling his shoulders. “Fuck.”
His eyes darken, his jaw tightening.
“Holy shit,” Aiden murmurs.
Zaid swallows hard. “Love.” His voice is barely above a whisper, but it’s thick.
Jake moves, closing the space between us in three slow steps, his hand trailing up my arm before his fingers skim the strap of my lingerie.
His thumb runs over one of my nipples and I shudder, stepping closer to him. His touch is so light, yet it sends fire racing across my skin.
“You’re trying to kill us, aren’t you?” he mutters, his voice rough.
I smile, heat pooling low in my stomach as Aiden and Zaid move in, too.
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Aiden’s hands skim my waist, pulling me against him, his lips ghosting over my shoulder. Zaid’s fingers trace the lace at my hips.
I lick my lips, my eyes dropping to Jake’s mouth. He grips my chin, pulling me to him just as he closes the distance and kisses me.
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