The hotel suite throbbed with quiet music and softer light. Plush carpets, a sprawling king-sized bed, and champagne resting on ice near the couch. Sasha and Eli had planned this night down to every detail. It wasn’t spontaneous — it was deliberate. Intimate. A slow dive into the kind of fantasy they’d only ever dared whisper in the dark.
The knock came at 9:13.
He was early. Or maybe just eager. His name was Jace, and when Sasha opened the door in a silk robe and nothing else, the heat in his eyes made her entire body tighten.
Eli was already waiting in the armchair, bourbon in hand, watching like a man in full control. “Come in,” he said, voice low, commanding, sure.
Jace stepped inside, eyes sweeping over Sasha’s bare legs, the smooth curve of her collarbone. She didn’t hide under his gaze. She bloomed in it.
Without a word, she stepped forward, let the robe fall to the floor. Jace exhaled like he’d been holding his breath since the door opened. Eli just sipped his drink.
“Touch her,” Eli said. “But slowly.”
Jace moved with intention, his hands reverent as they found Sasha’s waist, trailing up to her breasts, his lips brushing her neck. She sighed into him, turned on by the unfamiliar touch, but even more by Eli’s presence — the burn of his stare, the possessive edge in his silence.
Cam stepped in behind her now, one hand in her hair, the other on her hip as Jace dropped to his knees in front of her. His mouth was warm, relentless, and when Sasha cried out, Eli grinned.
“She’s perfect like this,” Eli said, fingers tangling tighter in her hair. “You should hear her beg.”
They took her to the bed soon after — a tangle of mouths and heat and hunger. Jace kissed down her body while Eli held her down, murmuring praise and filthy promises into her ear. She was soaked, shaking, insatiable.
Eli took her from behind while Jace laid beside her, letting her take him in her mouth, her moans vibrating through him. She wanted both of them. Needed them. And they gave her everything.
Again. And again.
By the end, Sasha’s body was wrecked in the best way — lips swollen, thighs trembling, skin flushed and marked by hands and mouths and memory.
She collapsed between them, sweat-slicked and glowing, one leg tangled with Eli’s, Jace’s hand resting on her stomach.
