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Ezra’s hand finds mine. “Very wanted.”

Theo sits first, broad thighs spread, and draws me down to straddle him. My knees sink into the cushions on either side of his hips. Ezra settles beside us, one leg folded under him, his hand warm now where it rests against my thigh.

Theo kisses me as though he has been waiting all day. His mouth is deep and slow, coaxing rather than taking, his hands firm at my hips. When my scent blooms sweeter, he groans and pulls me closer until I feel the hard length of him beneath me.

Ezra’s lips brush my shoulder. He kisses along the mark of Theo’s scent, then looks at Theo over my skin. Theo’s hand leaves my hip to cup Ezra’s jaw. They kiss beside my throat.

The sight steals whatever breath the kissing left me. Theo’s mouth is hungry on Ezra’s, and Ezra leans into it with a sound that makes heat pool low in my body. They feel alive with love. It’s bruised and bright, making room for me because they want me there.

I press my forehead to Theo’s shoulder and breathe through the ache of it.

Ezra notices first. “Pepper?”

I lift my head. “I like seeing you.”

Theo’s hand flexes on my hip.

“Both of you,” I add. “Together. Seeing the love between you.”

Ezra’s playfulness softens into something bare.

Theo kisses my cheek, my jaw, the corner of my mouth. “Then look.”

His voice has that low, steady note again, and my body melts. He keeps one hand on me while he kisses Ezra again. Ezra’s fingers slide beneath the hem of my shirt, cool against my heated skin. Theo’s other hand follows, warmer, larger, both of them touching me while touching each other.

I rock once against Theo.

His breath hitches. “There’s my sweet girl who knows what she wants.”

I whimper.

Ezra’s hand slips higher beneath my shirt. “She also responds beautifully to praise.”

“I noticed,” Theo says.

“You’re discussing me like research.”

Theo looks at me, his eyes dark. “No. Research is what you study. You’re what we take care of.”

My whole body goes soft.

Theo lifts my shirt slowly. He pulls it over my head and drops it beside the couch. My skin prickles in the cool room. Ezra’s mouth follows the strap of my bra. Theo’s hands settle at my waist, thumbs moving in slow arcs.

This is different than my heat. The desire rising through me belongs to me, and that makes it sweeter. I reach behind me, unclasp the bra, and let it slide down my arms.

Ezra makes a reverent sound. Theo’s purr rolls under it, deeper than thunder.

“That’s it,” Theo says. “Let us see you.”

With his hands steady on my body and Ezra’s gaze full of wonder, they make me feel as if I’m being held up to light. Ezra kisses the top of one breast while Theo’s mouth finds the other. The pleasure hits fast, bright enough to make my hands grab Theo’s shoulders. Ezra’s fingers trail down my stomach, and when he flickers, I catch his wrist and press his palm harder to my skin.

“Stay with me,” I whisper, then correct myself before fear can twist it. “Where you can, how you can.”

Ezra’s eyes flash.

Theo’s hand covers mine over Ezra’s wrist. “We’ve got you.”

Ezra smiles, a little shaken but not lost. “I’m choosing to believe translucence adds ambiance.”