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She moves like silk and water, smooth, gracious, confident. I’ve read her files enough times to know she owes those movements to many years of training with one of the most severe ballet teachers in the country, but when she’s dressed like that, it’s easy to forget, and to think that she’s just made to be fucked.

Olivia Barrett is but a means to an end, and my little head needs to get with the program.

I offer her my hand. When she takes it, I pull until she’s standing right over me.

My hands move to her bare waist and I lower her to my lap. “What do you think of my lovely find?” I ask innocently.

“Remarkable,” Hawk declares without hesitation.

“Yes.” Sebastian’s eyes caress her body, drinking it in.

I take one of her legs and lift it up, putting her foot down on the table so she’s giving them both a full view of her tiny La Perla string, as my other hand pushes it to the side.

Fuck. She’sdrenched.

Does pole dancing always make her wet like this, or is it just tonight? Just for me?

I slide a finger inside her, bringing my mouth to her slender neck.

“Want a closer look?”

Neither of my friends is shocked, it’s certainly not the first time I’ve made a similar offer, but while Sebastian doesn’t hesitate to stand, Hawk stiffens.

“Daphne wouldn’t like that.”

It takes a physical effort for me not to react. Of course, I know my sister’s demanding monogamy of him now, though she’s still fucking two of her girlfriends, our butler, and half of the peerage.

“What my sister doesn’t know won’t hurt her,” I reply.

It’s time to play my trump card, the one I know will work for Hawk. I let go of Liv’s leg to undo the ribbon holding her mask behind her tied-up hair, and take the pins and scrunchie holding it in place while I’m at it.

Her light blonde hair, slightly damp with sweat, falls around her sweetheart face. Silence follows, as Hawk watches everything he won’t admit he wants. He saw her last week. I made sure he did, so he’d understand this as a possibility at the back of his mind.

Seb, however, never saw the girl who could very well be Grace’s twin.

“How?” he gasps.

Having Sebastian here, like everything I do, is entirely strategic.

“Meet the lovely Olivia. She’s eighteen—almost nineteen, in fact—and, believe it or not, a bona fide virgin.” I trail a series of slow kisses along her neck, relishing her discreet shivers. “She’s my entertainment for tonight, but you know I don’t mind sharing.”

“How does she lookexactlylike fucking Grace?” Sebastian asks.

“Accident of birth.” I chuckle. “Aren’t most things? Their dad was a cheat, on top of a deadbeat.”

“Jesus,” Hawk swears under his breath.

My slow exploration of her wet opening changes, my finger dipping inside her faster, deeper. I run my thumb along her clit, taking a sip of wine, ever so casual.

She muffles a moan, her leg dropping to the floor.

“Now, now, love, I know you can keep it up for us,” I chide gently. “Our friends don’t want to miss the show, yes?”

She lifts it back up, flushing, and clamping her mouth as shut as she can.

“Want a taste?” I ask Sebastian.

“That’s just insane,” Hawk says.