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“Nope,” Rafael says. “But great minds, and all.”

I guess I could get used to this. I mean, two men waiting on me? Why did I ever think this was a bad idea?

Antonio and Rocco take us to the restaurant. Its a little upscale but nothing like where Enzo brought me. We eat delicious Italian food, and the guys have too many bourbons while I sip water all night, enjoying the way they get along so easily, flirting and bantering back and forth.

“Do you guys do this often?” I ask.

They glance at each other. Enzo smirks, but Rafael answers. “We’d go out to eat now and then, but not as a date or anything.”

“So what was it?” I ask.

“Just dinner,” Rafael explains.

“Ah, okay,” I answer, then wink, telling them both I don’t believe them.

“Are you jealous, angel?” Enzo asks.

I shake my head. “Not in the least.”

Enzo nudges Rafael with his elbow. “She promised me dessert when I get home.”

“Are you offering to share?” Rafael asks.

My cheeks heat.

“You know I am,” Enzo adds, bringing his heated gaze back to me.

“That’s not how this works,” I say.

Enzo narrows his eyes, while Rafael raises a brow. “It’s not you and him tag teaming me. It’s you,” I point to Enzo, then to Rafael, “taking us.”

Enzo chuckles, low and raspy. “Angel, it’s whatever I say it is. And tonight, I want to share. Are you going to argue with me about it?” He lifts his glass and finishes his drink.

Rafael leans close to me. “If I were you, I’d say no.”

I smile, leaning back in my seat. “I guess we’ll see when we get home.”

I’m stepping onto the top landing when they both attack me, and I’m sure they had some secret conversation beforehand. There’s no other way for it to be so seamless. How else would they get me at exactly the same time? Enzo scoops me up from the front, his hands under my ass and his mouth on mine, while Rafael is behind me, locking me between them with his mouth on my neck and rubbing his dick against my ass.

Could I not feel how hard Enzo is between my legs, maybe I’d put up a fight. But the problem is, I can feel him, and it’s clear he wants this. And if the hard thing digging into my lower back is any indication, Rafael wants this too.

I mean, I’m already pregnant, so what could possibly go wrong this time?

Not that being pregnant is wrong, because it’s not. I’m thrilled about it, especially after how this day has gone. It’s been pretty much perfect. But at least I don’t have to worry about getting pregnant now.

“Best dessert ever,” Rafael croons in my ear before laughing huskily. His hands come around to cup my breasts, his thumbs brushing my hard nipples. Enzo tears his mouth from mine, and it takes a second to realize he and Enzo are making out right over my shoulder.

“Jesus,” I breathe out.

“No, baby, not Jesus,” Enzo says against Rafael’s lips. “Husband.”

Why is that word so damn sexy?

I rock my hips against Enzo when he goes back to kissing Rafael. Being between the two of them, their hot firm bodies, oh it makes me damn near lose my mind.

They groan into each other’s mouths, and good gods, do I want to watch them go at it.

Enzo pulls back and jerks his head toward the door we’re beside. Rafael opens it, and I realize it’s Enzo’s office. He’s left it unlocked for a few weeks now, pretty sure I’m not going to have another meltdown and destroy his stuff. I don’t plan on it, anyway. But who knows what the future holds?