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B perked up and leaned around me, staring at the younger man. “Oh, thanks to whatever deity who loves sleeping in for this miracle.”

“You love baking in the early hours? Who’s going to take over?”

Phoenix rubbed his forehead against my back before letting go and coming around to my other side so I could see his face. I searched it for any trepidation about his decision, but found a soft smile and a sparkle in his blue eyes.

“Charlotte graduated from culinary school and instead of working as a pastry chef in a high stress environment, she wants to take over the sweet creations at the bakery. She wants to start a line of cookies and chocolate confections, and whatever desserts strike her fancy. I’ll be proving the doughs in the refrigerator from now on. And since I already add the last ingredients in for the final proof, all I need to do is bake when I get in.”

B’s brows drew down. “Will it hurt your business?”

“I’ve been experimenting with the taste of different fermentation times of dough and found if I chilled the dough for forty-eight hours, the pastry and bread taste better. There’s beena lot of research in recent years, but it wasn’t until I needed time outside of work that I felt the need to change it up. But trust me, you’ll love them the next time you have your dark chocolate espresso croissant, Burton.”

I chuckled at B’s widening eyes, knowing how much he loved Phoenix’s creations.

“Eggs Benedict or latkes, a cheese omelet, and turkey bacon?”

“Ooh, latkes, please. I love how you make the edges crispy and the insides fluffy,” Phoenix said.

As I leaned in for a kiss, my heart leapt in my chest as he tilted his head up to meet my lips without hesitation, and I lingered on the lush softness pressed against my own. He kept his eyes closed and sighed when I stood, and B took advantage, sweeping in and licking around his plumpness.

Watching my two men kiss lit an inferno inside me every time.

B surprised me when he cupped the back of my head and leaned in for a lingering kiss. Although part of me expected him to not be as affectionate with me as he was with Phoenix, he astonished me whenever he sought me out and I savored each moment.

“Feed us,” B groaned against my mouth, making me huff out a laugh.

With my two favorite people in the world sipping coffee as I got to work, contentment washed over me, making my steps light.

CHAPTER 6

BURTON

After callingout and getting no response, I went in search of Phoenix to get watering instructions for the newest additions to our flourishing plant collection. Focused on the task Luka gave me and not paying complete attention to my surroundings, I walked through the threshold into our room and stopped in my tracks.

My mouth dropped open, and my entire body throbbed at the sight before me.

It had been a typical Saturday. We woke early and Phoenix and Luka skipped downstairs for coffee.

Gah, I disliked mornings.

I grumbled aloud about how they were leaving me alone in a bed made for the three of us where I lay warm and comfortable before I cursed at the inevitable, rolled my ass out of bed, and stumbled downstairs.

Phoenix’s regular warning about me tripping came as soon as I hit the top of the stairs, which amused me to no end. I had no desire to hurt myself, especially by breaking my neck on the stairs. But it got a rise out of him, showing his concern for my well being, which on top of warming me with the thought ofbeing loved, also amused me to no end, and was why I continued to do it.

This morning, Luka went all out and had two new recipes to try; a croque madam, which was a delicious cheesy, eggy, melt in your mouth experience that when paired with coconut lime crepes filled with whipped cream and mango purée, had me moaning in ecstasy.

Between Phoenix’s chocolate creations and Luka’s cooking, I was planning on upping my workouts to every other day.

And from the way Phoenix licked the last of the whipped cream off his plate before he crawled on Luka’s lap and sucked his soul out through his mouth, I’m sure he thought breakfast was delicious.

But what the fuck did I know?

“Luka! Bedroom!” When there was no response, I yelled, “Now!”

There was a grunt from somewhere below before heavy footfalls ran through the living room and stomped up the stairs.

“What in the ever living fuck are you bellowing?—”

When he was within arm’s reach, I clutched onto the front of his shirt and yanked him into our room.