Francesco is on his knees in front of me, smirking up at me as my heart pounds violently in my chest.
They’re all watching.
Every single one of them.
Max’s voice cuts through the silence first, amused and unapologetic.
“Well,” he says lightly, “she really did stay put.”
Alex hums in agreement. “Brave choice.”
“This can go,” Enzo murmurs as he peels the towel from my body, and I suck in a sharp breath as the cool air hits my skin.
Cassian’s gaze darkens from the bed. “Beautiful,” he says quietly.
“Especially from this angle,” he adds with a low chuckle as he lifts my leg over his shoulder.
Max laughs under his breath. “God. Look at her.”
I grip Francesco’s hair instinctively, my pulse racing.
My body is already overly sensitive from earlier — from the s*x with Cassian — and it sh
