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Kirill and Roman obeyed. Roman stripped, folded his clothes with the same precision he brought to a weapons check, and left them on a chair. Kirill threw his shirt over one shoulder, missed the chair entirely, then shoved his pants down and kicked them behind him.

Anika watched them with open hunger before tilting her head up to stare at me. “You too, hot shot.”

I removed my clothes more slowly, enjoying the path of her attention as it followed my hands. When I pushed my pants down, her gaze settled on my cock, and she wet her lips. “Still think I need to lay it out beside Kirill’s?” I stepped between her knees.

“For scientific accuracy.” She wrapped her hands around my shaft, and the first stroke nearly ended five years of anticipation in a humiliating instant. “I’ll require extensive observation.”

Kirill climbed onto the bed behind her. “I’m prepared for any contingency.”

“Your preparedness is concerning.” She stroked me again, her thumb circling the head before she pressed a wet kiss over the seam of my cock. “Useful, but concerning.”

Roman took her chin between his fingers and brought her head around to kiss her. Kirill pulled her back against his chest, spreading his hands over her stomach while she continued working her fist along my cock. The sight of her between them, choosing every touch, pushed heat through me until my muscles locked.

I closed my hand around her wrist. “Slow down.”

“Make me.” She smiled against Roman’s mouth.

He drew her farther onto the mattress and turned her onto her hands and knees. Kirill settled near the pillows, and she crawled toward him before looking over her shoulder at Roman. “Fuck me, Roman. I need you inside me. No condoms. I’m clean and protected.”

“So are we.” Roman settled behind her as she nodded and lowered her mouth to Kirill’s cock.

“Fuck.” Kirill sank one hand into her hair but kept his grip loose, following her movement instead of directing it. His head dropped back when she took him deeper. “Darling, I’ve composed entire speeches about this moment, but I can’t remember a single fucking word.”

Roman ran his palm over her ass, then guided his cock between her legs. He entered her with one steady push that pulled a muffled groan from her throat. I watched her stretch around him, watched Roman stop when her back tensed. He waited until she rocked toward him before moving again.

There had always been something perverse and honest in sharing her. Jealousy sharpened the pleasure without turning any of us against the other. I wanted her beneath me, but I also wanted to see Roman’s control fray and hear Kirill lose the ability to make jokes. They were the only men I trusted with my life. Apparently they were also the only men I could tolerate touching the woman I wanted.

Roman gripped her hips and built a measured rhythm. Each thrust pushed her mouth deeper over Kirill’s cock until he trapped her head between his hands and eased her back. “Careful.” It came out a deep rasp. “I need you breathing.”

She released him with a wet sound, then licked his shaft with the flat of her tongue while staring at him. “That makes one of us.”

Roman snapped his hips harder, stealing the rest of whatever she’d planned to say. She cried out and dropped to her elbows. Kirill slid beneath her, giving her his mouth to bite and his chest to brace against while Roman fucked her from behind.

I moved onto the bed beside them and reached beneath her. Her clit was swollen and slick against my fingers. I circled it in time with Roman’s thrusts, and her body tightened.

“Maksim.” My name came out half warning, half plea.

“Want me to stop?” I nipped her her shoulder, and she bucked her hips against Roman.

“Don’t you dare.” She shook her head, then dropped her forehead to Kirill’s chest. “Don’t stop.”

Roman’s pace broke. His careful rhythm turned hard and uneven as Anika pushed back to meet him. Kirill lifted her head, holding it between his hands as he kissed her through every cry while I worked her clit faster. Her muscles clamped around Roman, and he swore, driving deep as she came.

The sight nearly stripped my control. I forced myself to wait as Roman finished, withdrew, and moved aside. She collapsed across Kirill’s chest, shaking and breathless.

“Enough?” I ran my palm down her spine.

She turned her head, cheek against Kirill’s. “Are you trying to get out of your turn?”

“Never.” I helped her onto her back as Kirill moved aside.

“You’ve spent days ordering me around.” Both hands wrapped around me, and the slow drag of skin made my jaw clench. She hooked one leg over my hip and pulled me closer. “My turn.”

“Take what you want.” I braced my weight on my arms, caging her in and letting her lead. It was such a switch from how I lived my everyday life that at first I didn’t know what to do with myself.

She guided me to her entrance and lifted her hips. I entered her slowly, every slick inch undoing another piece of me. Her head fell back, exposing her throat, but I didn’t want her surrender.

I pinched her jaw and brought her eyes to mine. “Eyes on me.”