Brix moved to stand in front of Jolie, her heart racing far harder than she had been expecting.
He shook his head, “I had anticipated you throwing up more barriers, concerns, and questions.”
“I’m sure I’ll have more later.”
He studied her as he looked down at her and then smiled softly, his hand cupping her jaw. “I think both of us,” he took her hand and stood her up, “want to kiss you. Can we kiss you, Jolie?”
She nodded and let him pull her closer. He was taller than her and wider than her, yet with his simple question, she felt as if she had all the power in the room. It was a heady feeling to know she was the one in control of both of these men. Their reassurances about respecting her boundaries and limits made her feel safe, secure, and respected.
Brix lowered his head, his lips
