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As she closes the door and locks it, I move past her bathroom and bed, keeping my focus anywhere but on her. To avoid temptation, I make a point of parting the two layers of blinds and staring out at the Chicago skyline. The blinking lights of Willis Tower give me something to fixate on.

Then, it hits me—the last time we were on the road, Sven spent the night fucking her.

Dammit.

Tower. Focus on the tower.

Might as well rip this thing off like a band-aid.

“So… Doggie, Spandex and I all know that you’ve been with each of us. You know, separately.”

Ava stiffens, her arms curling around her torso. “What? You guys talked about that?”

“Yeah, we did.” I take a slow step closer, watching the way her chest rises and falls. “But don’t be embarrassed.” I pause, choosing my next words carefully. Something Sven or Levi might say. Something that won’t spook her. “We’d like to suggest something.”

Her eyes narrow slightly. “We, or you?”

“We,” I repeat. “All three of us.”

She exhales slowly, her lips parting just enough to make me think about how good they feel under mine. “And what exactly are the three of you suggesting?”

Well, here goes everything. I clear my throat, forcing control. “We know it’s not right. But at this point, that line’s already been crossed. And while there’s still a lot to lose… we want you to be ours again.” I take another step, closing the space between us. “Especially me.”

Her expression is unreadable, but her body tells me everything I need to know—the way she stills, the way her breath catches. I lean in, reading the signs.

I keep moving until she inches back, eventually pressing into the wall with nowhere left to go. I brace one hand on the wall beside her head, caging her in. My other hand lifts, fingers grazing her chin, tilting her face up until her eyes meet mine.

“You see,” I whisper, my thumb brushing over her jaw, “I’m holding back right now. But if I had my way?” My lips hover just inches from hers, my body pulsing with restraint. “I’d rip these clothes off and taste every inch of you all over again.”

She blinks up at me with those doe-like eyes that I love so much.

“We want you, Ava.”

Chapter 17

AVA

Oh my god. This man is so bad for me, yet I remember every inch of him making me feel so damn good. My heart slams against my chest, but I fight to maintain some control.

Of all the things I expected him to bring up, that one didn’t even make the top twenty. But then again, I’m not a ridiculously fit hockey player with a permanent case of the hornies. These guys must have libidos that could break Guinness World Records. If there was a competition for it, they'd probably win, like ten years straight.

But who am I kidding? The feeling of being desired, of being pursued, especially by this massive defenseman, watching me with the intensity of a hungry St. Bernard eyeing an open bag of beef jerky, sends a rush of heat straight to my core.

A lightness washes over me, and for the first time in a week, Eric has made me forget about Dean. Just for a minute, anyway.

Removing Dean from my thoughts, especially when the chances of him being in Chicago are slim, isn’t going to be easy. Not with everything going on with Leighton. The good news is that she has made some serious progress with the restraining order. She managed to get an emergency court date, and the judge awarded her a temporary protective order.

You’d think that would make me feel better, but it doesn’t. Even with that order in place, Dean can still harass her at work. He can still be a threat. If he decides to target Leighton or her workplace, I can’t stop him. The only real difference is that if he pushes his luck, tries to break the order, he’ll face consequences, consequences that could land him in jail. I’m hoping he won’t be stupid enough to risk it.

“Well, that’s not the expression I was going for,” Eric says, pulling me from my thoughts, his brows furrowing in confusion.

“Well, I wasn’t expecting you to say all of…that,” I reply, watching as he casually pitches the idea of another fuck fest with the guys like he’s just asking what toppings I want on an ice cream sundae.

Yet, my thighs clench at the thought of throwing some whipped cream on his cock right now and licking him clean.

Damn it.

“Come on, Hottie. Are you saying you haven’t thought about that night?”