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Through her peripheral vision, she noticed Colum had shifted in his chair, leaning forward as if he wanted to be closer to them, his elbows resting on his knees, the glass of wine gripped tightly in both hands as he watched them.

Xavier, aware of their audience, shifted nearer.Taking another sip of wine, he placed the glass on the end table, using that free hand to run his fingers over her knee provocatively.

Like the guys, she’d changed into her own version of a cat burglar outfit—dark jeans and a deep purple blouse.Annie had purposely left the top three buttons open, allowing both men a generous peek of her cleavage as she bent forward to put her glass on the coffee table.

“We have an hour before dinner arrives,” Annie said, twisting toward Xavier, shifting so that she was nestled within the arm that was wrapped around her shoulders.

“An hour,” he mused.“That’s not nearly enough time.”

“We could call it an appetizer,” she replied.“Might take the edge off better than the wine.”

She ran her hand along his thigh, dragging her fingers from Xavier’s knee upward, stopping a scant inch from hitting pay dirt.Xavier growled softly, letting her know he wanted her to keep going.

“Take the pin out,” Xavier demanded, referring to her comment from last night.

“Take it out?”she teased.

Xavier narrowed his eyes.She and Xavier had moved so close she could feel his breath hot against her face.

“Pin out?”Colum whispered, his brows furrowed.

“We’re revisiting the sex idea,” Xavier responded to Colum, his gaze still locked on her.

Annie shifted slightly, desperate to see Colum’s reaction, to gauge his feelings.Silently, she sent up a prayer that he would be on board.

Colum was staring hard at the two of them, white-knuckle gripping the glass of wine.

“Is this flirting?”he asked her.

She shook her head.“No.We’re serious.”

Colum’s bewildered expression was almost comical.“Ah, go on.”

“Is that a yes?”Xavier asked Annie.

She shrugged.“No idea.”

“Maybe we should go first,” Xavier suggested, glancing over his shoulder at Colum.“Give Colum some time to come to grips with the idea.”

Annie grasped Xavier’s shirt, pulling him close, their lips nearly touching.Her body rolled with heat and need, making her reckless and fearless.“Fuck me like you hate me.”

Xavier smirked.“I do hate you.”

Annie started to laugh, but the sound was cut off when Xavier grasped the back of her neck with one large palm and pulled her mouth to his.Last night’s kiss had been the true appetizer, a mere sample of the feast he had to offer.

Xavier’s tongue made its way into her mouth, tangling with hers.Annie pressed against Xavier’s chest in an attempt to push him against the back of the couch.She had a strong urge to straddle his waist and ride him like goddamn Annie Oakley.

Xavier resisted, unyielding as he continued to ravage her mouth, his teeth nipping her lower lip until she whimpered.

Movement next to her told her Colum had shifted.She hoped he’d caught the hell up and was ready to hop in.Despite being a member of the Trinity Masters for years, Annie had never had the opportunity to indulge in threesome sex, and the idea of popping that cherry with these two was very—VERY—appealing.

Annie was the first to break the kiss, sucking in some much-needed air.Xavier, however, was just getting started.Rising from the couch, he wrapped firm hands around her arms, lifting her as well, tugging the hem of her blouse from her jeans, sliding his fingers beneath.

She cried out when he cupped her breasts, squeezing them roughly before pinching her nipples.Pleasure mingled with pain was a huge turn-on for her, as was a dominant man.Xavier was checking all the boxes.

She wanted more.

Wanted it all.