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“Gods, you’re beautiful.” He couldn’t help but say it.

The blush moved to her cheeks, and she looked away for a split second before pulling him up to her, meeting him halfway as she sat up. Her hands dropped to his waistband, and his cock jerked in his pants as if yelling my turn.

Smiling up at him, her golden eyes gleamed in the low light of her office, and he didn’t resist the urge to kiss her. She opened to him immediately, not caring that the taste of herself still coated his tongue.

This woman is so perfect.

Of course he’d known she was— even as a cat and unable to touch her, he’d recognized her perfection. But now that the chemistry between them morphed into this explosive, demanding desire, it served as even more proof that they were meant to be together. All of them.

But he wanted this time with her to himself.

Maya’s body still hummed from the orgasm August had given her, but she wanted more, wanted all of him. She wanted every breath, every laugh, every day with him, and while the revelation shocked her, she wasn’t exactly surprised. The chemistry, the ease with which they connected, the innate feeling of belonging, it all made sense as if the fog had finally cleared and she was able to see everything with new eyes.

For now, she reveled in the emotions coursing through her body. Like separate threads becoming one, they interlocked to create a whole. One picture, in harmony, just like the four of them.

With all these thoughts flying through her head, she kissed August like it was the last time she might see him. Hell, with the amulet out of their hands, it very well could be, and her heart stuttered at the thought.

Her motions were hurried as she freed his erection, his hard cock bobbing as they worked together to rid August of his pants. Maya took in the sight of him, his cheeks outlined with a short beard, his long hair tangled and messy from her hands, his chest flushed with arousal and his body bare for her to appreciate. Maya was a damned lucky woman. With her thighs framing his hips, she tugged him forward, taking his thick cock in her hand and guiding him to her core. He slid through her folds easily, soaked as she was from her first orgasm, and she gasped when he pulled her hand away so he could watch as he entered her.

When just the tip of his thick length slid in, her mouth dropped open, her head tilting up as she lay on her back, the papers rustling with her movement. Slowly, he kept moving, pushing inside one wondrous inch at a time.

A voice distracted him before he could pull out, and both their heads turned to find his brothers in the doorway.

“What, we take a nap for two seconds and you go from fighting to fucking?”

“Bite me!” August and Maya both called out the words at Asher’s sarcastic tone. They shared a teasing look when they realized they’d spoken at the same time.

“Too much damned television,” Maya mumbled, but the words were lost as August, obviously not shy, pulled out, and in one smooth motion, drove back in.

“Slow your roll, bro, we have other plans.” Asher called to him.

August paused and looked back over his shoulder. “You guys just woke up, so what the fuck? Don’t you need to go fuck off or something?”

They all stared at each other, seeming to have a conversation without even using words. Wait…

Narrowing her eyes, she almost dared them to answer her with her tone. “Hey! You guys can’t talk telepathically, can you?”

All three heads turned to her, but Asher asked, “What, you didn’t know?”

“How the hell would I know? You never told me! That’s no fair.” Maya glared at them, ignoring the fact she was still impaled on August’s cock.

Amir stalked across the room and gripped her chin in one hand, leaning down to take her mouth. Opening to him instantly, she gasped into the kiss as August thrust into her again.

Pulling away, Amir smirked at the glazed look on her face. “Well, I guess we’ll just have to make it up to you. Do you think you can handle all of us?”

Maya grinned. “Do you even have to ask?”

Chapter Twelve

Wrapping her legs tight around August’s waist, she gripped his shoulders as he pulled her up and walked past the guys. His fierce grip on her ass kept her speared on his dick, and she did nothing to hide the groan that built in her throat.

“Nice ass, August.” Amir called out with amusement in his tone. Maya eyed him over August’s shoulder as they took the stairs, and August laughed, his chest brushing against hers.

“I know. Got a nice girl who appreciates it, too.” To mirror his words, he curled his fingers around her ass, clawing into her cheeks and kneading them after he shouldered the door open.

“Yeah, yeah, we’ll see who she appreciates when we’re through with her.” Amir’s cocky tone held a challenge in his voice, and Maya narrowed her eyes at him.

“August, do you remember where that scarf is?” Amir asked as they tracked through the living room and down the hallway.