I didn’t get much sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I felt their hands on me again, their voices in my ear, the taste of their skin still lingering on my tongue. By morning, I was already wet, restless, and hungry for more.
They knew it too.
By the time I walked into the living room, both of them were waiting like they had planned it. Bare chests, low sweatpants, that dangerous, hungry look in their eyes that made my stomach twist with need.
“Morning,” I whispered, but it came out shaky.
“Morning, princess,” Luca said, his voice low, teasing. His eyes scanned me in the oversized shirt I wore—one of theirs—and I could see the bulge pressing against his pants.
Adrian leaned against the couch, arms crossed. “You’ve been thinking about last night, haven’t you?”
My throat tightened. He
