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Placing small kisses on my cheeks, just as I’d done to him, and one on my nose, he said, “And good morning to you, too, goddess.”
He walked away, leaving me trembling and wanting more. I did my best to shake it off before waking Damian, or I’d end up fucking him awake.
Like with Asher, I straddled Damian. I loved the feel of them below me like that, between my legs, their heat burning against my own, but I did my best to behave.
Leaning forward, I ran my fingers through Damian’s hair and kissed his lips. “Good morning, hotness. I made breakfast. You hungry?”
He groaned, his left eye squeezing tighter shut while the other cracked open just far enough to look at me.
“Hungry?” he mumbled, and his voice was even deeper than Asher’s had been.
I nodded and smiled at his confusion. “Mmhmm. Are you hungry?”
In a flash, Damian had me on my back, him nestled between my legs. “Oh, I’mveryhungry,” he growled before grinding himself against me.
I moaned, and he cut it off with a kiss. “Fuck, Damian,” I breathed when he pulled away.
The way he smirked at me right then made my heart flip. It was beautiful and playful, and I wanted more.
He slid down, pinning my knees back as he lowered his face between my legs. “Is this my breakfast?” He kissed my clit through the thin pajama pants, making me hiss through my teeth. “Or is it dessert?”
“Mmm. Dessert,” Asher said as he walked into the room. “And don’t dare think you’re going to hog her all to yourself. Now, let the poor girl up. She spent all morning cooking while our lazy asses slept.”
Damian smiled. “Exactly. That’s why she deserves to be shown proper gratitude.”
I couldn’t speak right then as they argued about what to do with me. My entire body was on fire.
“At least let her eat first,” Asher said.
Damian rolled his eyes and put my legs down before crawling on top of me again. The content smile never left his face. “Fine.”
He gave me several soft, sweet kisses before standing and pulling me to my feet. As we passed Asher, he leaned over and kissed my temple before following us into the kitchen. The two of them werekillingme. They were making it so hard not to fall for them, but deep down, I knew better. No matter what my heart tried to say, I knew it was a bad idea. They were trouble, but I couldn’t seem to pull myself away.
“Damn, Tempe,” Damian said when he walked into the kitchen. That name—the nickname my closest friends and family used for me—crossing his lips sounded so sexy right then. I loved it.
“Right?” Asher said. “This shit looks and smells amazing.”
They sat at the island, and I sat between them. It felt so comfortable, so easy. I both loved and hated it.
“Oh, hell,” Damian said. “I’ve never had pancakes cooked like this before.”
“Seriously?”
He shook his head. “No. They were always prepared on a griddle or a flat top grill, so they were just floppy and kinda flat. I like these way better. Also, whatever you did with the cinnamon, it’s the shit.”
I laughed. “You didn’t have bread, and I prefer French toast. So, I compromised and made French toast flavored pancakes.”
“Well, I love them,” he said before stuffing another bite in his mouth.
“This is amazing, beautiful. Thank you,” Asher said before leaning over and kissing me. “Mmm. You taste like syrup.”
I laughed. “I’m so glad you guys like it. Is it okay if I take a shower after breakfast?”
Damian nodded. “First, thank you for breakfast. I was too distracted by how good it was to thank you. Second, of course. Your clothes are washed and dried, so I’ll get them for you. Or you can just run around in my clothes if you like—or naked. I know I’d like it if you did.” He waggled his brows at me, and I smiled and shook my head. They were ridiculous.
“How the hell is it possible this version of both of you exists… and then the Crestview versions exists? It’s blowing my mind.”
“We don’t have to fake anything when we’re here,” Damian said after a few quiet moments, his voice quiet.