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“With him?”

“With you.”

My fingers move between her thighs. Sloane’s knees spread. Rhys looks down. His control nearly shatters.

“Dante.”

I grin.

“I’m checking for injuries.”

“With your fingers?”

“I’m thorough.”

Sloane’s hand tightens around Rhys. He groans. I circle her gently, avoiding too much pressure. Her wetness has nothing to do with the shower.

“Sensitive?”

“Yes.”

“Good sensitive?”

“Yes.”

“Color?”

“Green.”

Callum’s fists tighten on his knees. I look at him.

“You’re missing the view.”

“I see everything.”

Sloane glances over her shoulder.

“Do you want to touch me?”

“Yes.”

“Ask.”

Callum’s jaw works.

“Please.”

She smiles.

“Come here.”

He crosses the shower in two steps. Sloane removes her hand from Rhys and rises. Rhys makes a sound of pure frustration.

“Wait,” she tells him.

I laugh.

“How does it feel, Reaper?”