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If this is going to be my final night on earth, then I’m going to make it a night to remember.

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Stone

It’sa lot harder to wander casually into Rhi’s mind and her thoughts than it used to be. But occasionally, she’ll leave the door right open and I’ll catch a glimpse of what she’s thinking. And what she’s thinking tonight has the fork in my hand clattering to the floor.

“What?” Azlan says, reading the shocked look on my face.

I swallow.

“Rhi,” I say as she strides back from the kitchenette, hips swaying, mind brimming with all sorts of frankly smoking-hot ideas. I catch her eyes and I can guarantee mine are shining with lust. A hell of a lot of lust.

Azlan follows my gaze to where Rhi is now standing in the doorway, leaningagainst the frame.

“What?” he says to her, but her eyes are locked on me. “What?” he tries me next.

“Seems Miss Blackwaters has some ideas about how we should spend our evening.”

“I have some ideas,” Barone pipes up.

“I’d rather hear Rhianna’s,” Azlan says, now unable to drag his eyes away from her either.

“Well,” she says, reaching up to undo the first button of her shirt.

“Well?” I say, sitting back in my seat, very happy if she’s going to provide us with another strip show. The last one is still scorched into my memory.

“It’s late and perhaps we ought to go to bed and get some sleep. Tristan, do you have a shirt I could wear to sleep in?”

“You can wear my jersey,” he says, gaze as burning hot as mine.

“Miss Blackwaters,” I say, standing up and stalking towards her. “Let’s not be coy here. Sleeping wasn’t what you had in mind.”

“What did I have in mind then, Professor?” she asks.

I smirk at her and remove her hands from her blouse, replacing them with mine and carefully threading each button through its hole. I’m sure each one of these men has seen Rhi naked now. They’ve certainly all slept with her. And yet, there’s something irresistible about her, something tantalizing which makes every time just as exciting as the first. Maybe that’s the bond. Or maybe it’s all her.

When the blouse hangs loose, I ghost it over her shoulders and let it fall down her arms, floating to the floor. She’s wearing one of those bras Azlan bought her and, shit, I must remember to thank that guy. I mean, Rhi would look good dressed in a garbage bag – she has the curves. But the bra,the way it frames her tits, the way the material is just that bit see through, giving the hint of her nipples. Yeah, shit.

I trace around the edge of the bra cup with my fingertips, making her shiver, all those ideas spiraling through her mind again, and then I undo her pants and roll them down her legs, following along with them and helping her to lift each leg clear of the material.

She’s wearing the smallest, tiniest pair of matching panties and I have to spin her around so I can see her ass – so we can all see that ass. That ass that drove me slightly insane for weeks.

“Goddamn it, Phoenix,” Azlan growls, “what does she have in mind?”

I turn her back around so she’s facing me, so she’s facing all of us and then I look up at her from where I’m kneeling right in front of her on the floor.

“Are you sure about this, sweetheart?”

“More than you could ever know,” she whispers and this time I shiver.

Then I nuzzle my face straight into her pussy. There’s silk barring me from those soft curls and wet folds, but I can smell her and I press my tongue to the silk anyway, pressing right where I know she’s most sensitive. She sighs, her legs buckling slightly and her hands landing on my head to steady herself.

“Stone,” she murmurs and, stars, I love my name in her mouth.

“Yes, sweetheart? You want more. You want me to make you fall apart in front of all of them.”

“Shit,” I hear Spencer mutter from somewhere behind me.