ALAN POV
I was still riding the raw, ragged high of our morning kitchen romp as I settled into my chair at the breakfast table. The remnants of our wild passion clung to me like a second skin—it had only been half an hour since Amber, Aaron, Alek, and I had turned that kitchen into our arena of desire.
My body recalled every searing touch and whispered command, and damn, the taste of her on my lips was still etched into my mind as I sipped my not‐so‐bitter coffee. Her eyes, fierce and unyielding, had locked onto mine with a promise of pain and pleasure. I had been a goner from the start, rendered powerless beneath her unbridled magnetism. Even as she took command—denying us the explosive release we craved—her teasing had driven me to the brink.
My gaze remained fixed on her—my jewel, my
