Page 25 of Guilty as Sin

Rolf crouches, his fingers brushing her cheek before taking her hand. “As if we ever could.”

He straightens, and Zoe stretches back, pulling us both in with an effortless tug. Her hand closes around mine, the other around Rolf's wrist, binding us into a complete, unbreakable circuit. Together, we are a constellation, and she is our brilliantcenter. We rise from the chair as one and head inside, the anticipation growing like a storm.

We’ve lived this moment countless times, yet it’s never any less consuming. If anything, the years have only stoked our need, intensifying what simmers constantly beneath the surface. The breeze stirs the white curtains as we pass, the sunlight casting patterns over our tangled shadows.

Zoe is already on the bed, her eyes bright with invitation, her body an offering. She watches us, her expression a delicious blend of amusement and need. We are limitless, unfettered, ready once more to make love again.

I move to the edge of the bed, my hand finding the curve of her hip. "Beautiful," I murmur, taking in the sight of her, splayed across white sheets like a vision. "Always so beautiful."

Rolf's eyes meet mine over her body, that familiar understanding passing between us. Three years together, and we've perfected this dance. He lowers his mouth to her neck while I trace patterns on her inner thigh, both of us working in tandem, drawing out those delicious sounds that drive us wild.

"You two," she breathes, her voice thick with desire. "Always teasing."

"Anticipation," I correct, pressing my lips to the soft skin just below her navel. "Makes everything sweeter."

Her back arches as Rolf's fingers slip beneath the edge of her swimsuit, tugging at the fabric. I help him peel it away, revealing inch by glorious inch of her sun-kissed skin. The red material falls to the floor, forgotten as we focus on what truly matters.

"Not fair," she protests, though her smile betrays her. "You're both still dressed."

Rolf laughs, the sound rich and warm. "Easily remedied."

We undress quickly, efficiency born of desire. Outside, the waves continue their gentle rhythm against the stilts of our bungalow, a soundtrack to our passion. Sunlight streamsthrough the gauzy curtains, painting golden stripes across our bodies as we come together on the bed, a tangle of limbs and whispered endearments.

Zoe pulls me down for a kiss, her tongue teasing mine while Rolf's hands map the curves of her body. I feel his arm brush against mine as we share her, our movements synchronized after years of practice. There's no jealousy here, no competition—only the pure pleasure of giving and receiving in equal measure.

"I love you," she whispers against my mouth, words undoubtedly meant for both of us. "God, I love you both so much."

Rolf catches my eye, his expression mirroring what I feel—that overwhelming gratitude that she chose us, that she continues to choose us every day. In a world designed for pairs, we've created something extraordinary, something that defies convention but feels more right than anything I've ever known.

As my lips meet hers, a thought crosses my mind and it’s the same one I’ve had every day since Zoe walked into our life. This is heaven.

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