Page 101 of Kill for a Kiss

“Oh,” Stan chimes in, cheerful as ever. “This is getting good. One sec—” The chair groans as he leans in. “Perfect view.”

Sterling angles toward him, glaring. “Shut up, Stan.”

“I mean, Icouldshut up…” Stan pretends to consider it, chin in hand. “But we all know our good girl likes being watched. So I’m here for moral support. Filthy, shameless moral support.”

Sterling exhales hard, teeth clenched. His fingers flex against my thighs before he lifts them. His mouth finds my collarbone. He kisses down until my skin burns beneath his breath. He lies on his back and hovers me over him. He doesn’t need to ask. He knows the answer. My body tells him everything—how I lower myself to meet him, how I whisper his name when I sink down.

I glance at Stan. He watches openly. His legs are spread. His eyes are dark with heat. There’s nothing shy about him.

Sterling must feel the way Stan’s taken my attention. He drags his mouth back to mine, kissing me deeper and harder, like he’s staking a claim. My hands slide under his shirt, tracing warm skin and hardmuscle. I can feel his restraint snapping at the seams.

“God,” Stan mutters from the chair. “You’re gonna kill him, Elle.”

Sterling breaks the kiss long enough to speak. His tone is flat, directed at Stan. “You’re next on the actual kill list if you keep talking.”

“Oh no,” Stan jokes. “As long as Elle’s the one killing me, I’ll die happy.”

I laugh again, soft and airy, as light as I feel. I can’t help it around them.

Sterling narrows his eyes at me. “You think he’s funny?”

I press a kiss to his jaw. “I think…” My fingers thread into his hair. “You’re jealous.”

“I’mfurious,” he hisses. “It’s not the same.”

“You’re possessive,” I whisper into his mouth.

Sterling’s hands slither under my thigh, sliding more of himself into me in one smooth motion. “And do you mind that, Elle?”

I don’t mind. Icraveit.

The room’s filled with filthy sounds the next second. My moans. Stan’s groans near me. Sterling’s breath under me. I love the way his mouth claims every sound I make. I love the slow, controlled rhythm of his hips. I love the way he moves, measured and drawn-out, but with an edge to it, like he’s always a breath away from losing control.

“You two are unreal,” Stan whispers lower now. “Silver’s out here brooding like he’d take a bullet for you. And you’re as gorgeous as a goddess, Elle.”

Sterling grits his teeth. “You still talking?”

“I’m always talking,” Stan replies. “But if you need me to shut up, Elle would have to come over here and make me.”

Sterling growls. I giggle. He grabs my jaw gently, turning my face back to him. His voice is deep and demanding. “Eyes on me, Elle.”

The shift in Sterling is immediate. The laughter dies on my lips, swallowed by the heat rising off his skin. He feels like fire, and I meltinto it. I nod, dizzy and drunk on him. “Yes, Sterling.”

He kisses me again. Slower this time, with all of him, and all of me. It’s just us in this moment. Nothing left but what’s already burning sultry heat between us.

Sterling kisses me like he’s seconds from finishing. His arms are solid around my waist, his mouth still on mine. He holds back. He does that when he needs to think. But we’re past thinking now.

But then the bed dips at my back. Heat moves closer. Stan slips in, settling behind me. I can hear that grin in his voice. “Didn’t think I’d get this jealous watching someone else get all those sweet sounds of yours, Elle.”

Sterling stiffens. I do too. Stan’s hand brushes over my calf.

I meet Sterling’s steely eyes. But I don’t pull away from Stan. “Should I wait my turn?” Stan asks. “Or should I step in now and show him how it’s done?”

I can feel Sterling’s entire body go taut. Shivers run down my spine.

Stan breathes against my neck, and then his lips brush the shell of my ear. “There she is,” he whispers. “The good girl who loves being between us.”

I gasp. My hands twist in Sterling’s hair. He lifts his head at me. “You want this?” Sterling asks, studying me with his stunning silver eyes.