Page 8 of The Billionaires' Gamble

She gives me a wobbly smile, but I see the pleasure beneath.

“My mom lost her mind when King offered,” Katherine tells Gabe.

“Control freak,” Gabe says through a fake coughing fit.

Katherine smiles and presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “You’re not wrong.”

“It was my way of being with you. Of making you feel your best. As beautiful as I’ve always thought you are.” If I couldn’t have her on my arm, protecting her from those high society monsters, at least she’d be in my dress, sort of like fancy battle armor. It even had pockets.

“King—” She sags against me, her lips finding mine. Her fingers slide into my hair, and she moans, taking us zero to sixty in a heartbeat.

“Fuck man. How are Alex and I supposed to compete with that?” Gabe grumbles.

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GABE

“You’re not,” Katherine murmurs as she pulls back from kissing King.

“Not what?” I ask. I’ve already lost track of our conversation because That. Was. Hot.

Her cheeks are flushed, and King looks dazed. They’re both breathing hard, and fuck if watching them make out isn’t the sexiest thing ever. Need pours off of them like a waterfall, proving just how long they’ve been holding back from each other.

I don’t have time to feel like an outsider because she leans my way, hooking an arm around my neck and pulling me closer. I slide an arm around her waist but end up coasting my hand up Kingston’s forearm. His quick inhale is loud in my ear.

I hold on tight, leaning into the space between us.

“No competing.” Katherine presses a quick kiss to my lips and then looks me in the eye.

I huff a laugh and shake my head. “You don’t know men very well, do you, Princess?”

She makes a contemplative sound and then peppers a kiss against my chin. Damn if her sweet lips don’t drive all thoughtsfrom my brain. All thoughts except where else I want to feel them.

“I think I know you well enough,” she purrs, raking her nails through the hair at my nape. Fuck if that doesn’t make me want to melt at her feet and beg for belly scratches.

“Egos the size of California,” she continues softly. “Always happy to measure—whatever.”

“Whatever?” King presses.

“You can say it, Princess. You’re not going to shock our delicate sensibilities.”

King and I smirk at each other.

She gives a playful roll of her eyes. “I know being a team player is rather new for both of you, but seriously, there’s no need for a dick measuring contest.”

“Are you sure?” King asks. “I’m happy to whip it out if you’d like to grab a measuring tape.”

Katherine gives a teasing eye roll, then focuses those pretty eyes on me, a brow raised.

“Didn’t you tell us to stop talking?” she asks, a little plea in her voice.

Fuck, I love when she’s breathless and turned on. When she looks at me like I’m the only thing that can scratch her itch.

Don’t worry, Princess. I know exactly what you need.

Letting go of King’s arm, I grab a fistful of her silky hair and guide her mouth to mine. “Yes, I did.”

She moans against my lips, so soft and needy, my cock weeps. I’m so fucking hard, and these new jeans don’t have enough give. Is this how it’s going to be from now on? Being with either of them gives me a raging hard-on, and King’s got me in clothes that haven’t been broken in enough to give me any relief.