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“Come on. Sit with us.”

He stands, adjusting his cock in his pants with no shame. The couch dips under his weight as he settles on my other side, close enough that the heat of him bleeds straight into my skin.

I’m pinned now with Gabriel to my right, Lars to my left. The dancer straddles me again, her hands sliding down my arms, her thighs caging mine. She moves against me, her hips circling in my lap. Then she catches my chin, turning my head toward Lars. Her voice is low and sultry.

“Kiss him.”

I don’t need persuasion as I crash into Lars’ mouth, our lips colliding with heat and knowing each other’s rhythms. I’ve been starving for his touch. His tongue claims mine, his hand sliding to the back of my neck, holding me there. I moan into him, and he devours the sound.

The dancer pulls back just enough to tilt me the other way, her grip firm, steering me toward Gabriel. My stomach knots, my thighs press together, and I feel the electricity between us before I look at him.

He’s waiting and watching. His eyes locked on me, and I freeze for a heartbeat, caught between fire and fear, and turn to Lars. His chin tips toward Gabriel. The motion is permission, but his eyes tell me it’s a command. It makes my clit pulse, makes me lightheaded.

When I lean into him, Gabriel’s mouth captures mine and it’s gentle, testing. But when I nip his bottom lip, it builds into something rougher, hungrier, teeth scraping as he claims me. His hand fists in my hair, pulling me closer, forcing me deeper into the kiss. It’s intense, dangerous, and somehow everything I would expect from this stranger. My gasp is swallowed whole, my body arching as if he’s pulling me toward him.

My brain is consumed with a haze of lust. My hand grips Gabriel’s thigh as he takes my jaw in his hands, then he takes and takes, every drag of his tongue staking a claim that scorches down my spine.

And then a hand drops and he reaches further.

His arm slides behind the dancer where she straddles me, until his hand lands on Lars’ thigh. I pull back and look to the point ofcontact. Gabriel’s hand firmly on the inside of Lars’ thigh, gripping tight.

I’ve never been this turned on.

Gabriel speaks to Lars, “Your wife tastes incredible,” he says, licking his bottom lip, voice low and edged with heat. “Generous of you to share.”

The words slam through me; a filthy punch of arousal that has my panties ruined. When his eyes meet Lars’, the air between them sparks hot, the tension thick and heady.

And I know it in my bones that we’re crossing into something I don’t want to return from. The thought rises before I can stop it, but it burns too hot to ignore. I turn my head, eyes flicking between them, my voice barely more than a whisper.

“If you like me…” My throat works around the words, heat climbing my neck. “You should taste my husband.”

The moment hangs heavy in the air around us. Beside me, Lars’ grin spreads slow and wicked across his lips, and I know it’s because he’s just been handed an invitation he won’t refuse. Gabriel’s hand lingers on Lars’ thigh, thumb sweeping once against the fabric. The dancer moves to one of the side chairs, pours herself a glass of champagne and lounges back like a director satisfied with the scene she’s created.

My body is on fire. Saying it out loud doesn’t make me nervous, it makes me throb. Every nerve in my body is a live wire.

Because right now, I’m not just watching the line blur, I’m the one erasing it.

My wifejust opened a door to something dangerous.

I feel the pull to Gabriel. His strong hand on my thigh and the way he claimed Neomi’s lips has me so fucking hard that it’s painful. If his hand moved another two inches up my thigh, he would feel what his presence is doing to me.

When this game began, I wasn’t sure how Neomi would react, how she would move through the rest of the evening. But she’s open, vocalizing what she wants, and it has my mind hazy with desire.

I turn to her, to check in. “Bella, is that what you want?”

Her breaths are shallow, lips parted when she nods. “Yes.”

“Remember, you’re the one who’s in control. Understood?”

She nods again. “Yes, I understand. I want you to kiss him.”

Her fingers tighten around mine as if to prove it. There’s no hesitation or fear in her, only hunger.

That’s all I need.

I turn back toward Gabriel. He’s watching me the way a predator watches another. His chest rises slower now, controlled,though I can see the tension in his jaw. His hand is still on my thigh, he hasn’t withdrawn it.

I let go of Neomi’s hand and reach for him.