The party had ended, but the lights were still low and golden inside the designer showroom. Racks of couture swayed gently in the air-conditioned hush. Harper and Eli had stayed behind—invited to preview next season’s collection in private.
But they weren’t alone.
Camden was the stylist. All angles, inked fingers, and a voice that melted somewhere between command and curiosity. He was supposed to pack up the looks and lock the doors. But he lingered—especially when Harper tried on a backless silk dress and Eli couldn’t stop staring.
“You like being watched?” Camden asked, his voice low, gaze direct.
Harper smirked. “Only if he watches too.”
Camden stepped forward, hands brushing the dress strap from her shoulder. “Then let me dress you… and undress you.”
Eli sat in the leather chair in the corner, watching silently as Camden peeled the gown down Harper’s hips, revealing lace and bare skin beneath. He kissed her spine as she leaned into him, her lips parted, her eyes flicking to Eli with heat.
Then she dropped to her knees, unzipping Camden, sucking him slow while Eli stroked himself, his breath shallow, his pupils blown wide.
She moved between them—mouth on Camden, eyes on Eli, hands guiding their pleasure.
Then they shifted.
Harper bent over the fitting platform, the silk gown pooled at her feet, as Eli slid into her from behind, deep and slow, while Camden stood in front of her, feeding her kisses and praise. Her moans echoed against mirrored walls and polished floors.
They moved as one—three bodies, too tangled to tell who belonged to whom. Only the rhythm mattered.
Later, Harper lay stretched across the showroom sofa, dress wrinkled, skin flushed, lips swollen.
Camden pulled the next look from a hanger. “Try this one.”
Eli laughed softly.
“Only if we undress her again.”
