The penthouse door hasn't even clicked shut before Jared's mouth crashes into mine, and my back meets cold marble with enough force to knock the air from my lungs.
His kiss is controlled, deliberate—the same way he commands every room he enters. His hands bracket my waist with firm precision while his tongue sweeps against mine, teaching me a rhythm I didn't know I needed to learn.
When he finally pulls back, I'm gasping, dizzy, already wet from just a kiss.
"Breathe," he murmurs against my lips, eyes gleaming. "We've barely started."
Before I can respond, Kobe spins me toward him with that easy confidence that makes panties spontaneously combust across three continents.
His grin is disarming, boyish, even as his fingers trail down my bare arms.
"My turn," he says, and his kiss is nothing like Jared's.
Playful, teasing—he nips at my lower lip, laughs when I gasp, then soothes the sting with his tongue. His hands roam my curves like he's memorizing me.
Then Maxwell.
Oh fuck, Maxwell.
He doesn't ask. He takes. His chef's hands—rough with calluses, strong from years of work—frame my face as he studies me with an intensity that makes my thighs clench.
"Bedroom," he says against my mouth. "Now."
They guide me down the hallway, and fabrics disappear like magic. My clothes puddle on the floor. Their shirts follow.
By the time we reach the bedroom, I'm down to a lingerie set and they're all in various states of undress that should be illegal.
Holy fucking shit.
Jared lean and sculpted, Kobe golden and camera-ready with a small scar on his ribs, and Maxwell carved from granite with broad shoulders tapering to narrow hips.
"Like what you see?" Kobe grins, flexing slightly.
"I want to lick all of you," I admit, because apparently my filter died somewhere between the hotel and here.
"Fuck," Maxwell breathes. "Get on the bed."
I obey, and suddenly they're all there—surrounding me, over me, hands and mouths everywhere at once.
Jared's mouth latches onto my neck, sucking hard enough to mark while his hand palms my breast through the lace, thumb circling my nipple until it's painfully hard. Kobe trails wet, open-mouthed kisses down my stomach, his tongue dipping into my navel before hooking his fingers in my panties.
"These need to go," he murmurs, dragging them down my legs torturously slow. "Spread for me, baby."
I do, and his groan is pure worship.
"Look at you," he breathes. "Already dripping for us."
His mouth descends without warning, and I nearly come off the bed. His tongue licks a slow, deliberate stripe through my folds before circling my clit with maddening precision.
"Jesus fuck," I gasp, hands flying to his hair.
Jared unclasps my bra with one hand—show off—and takes my nipple into his mouth, sucking hard while his fingers twist and pull the other peak until I'm writhing between them, making sounds I'll definitely be embarrassed about later.
Maxwell watches with dark hunger, palming himself through his pants as Kobe eats me out like it's his job.
The sight of him stroking that considerable bulge while watching me fall apart sends a fresh flood of wetness that Kobe immediately laps up with a groan.
"She tastes incredible," Kobe says against my core, the vibration making me cry out. "Sweet as sin."
Maxwell's control snaps. He shoves his pants down, and my brain short-circuits.
That's not going to fit.
That's absolutely not going to—
"It'll fit," he says, reading my expression, stroking himself slowly. "I'll make it fit."
He kneels on the bed, and suddenly all three of them surround me.
Jared's mouth on my breasts, Kobe's tongue buried in my pussy and Maxwell's hand wrapped around his cock, stroking slowly as he watches my face contort with pleasure.
"Who gets you first?" Jared asks against my nipple. "Tell us, baby."
But I can't speak. The pressure building is too intense, too overwhelming. My hips buck against Kobe's face as he adds a second finger, stretching me, preparing me.
I'm right on the edge, trembling, desperate, and my body answers for me.
I reach for Maxwell, pulling him closer, and my legs fall open wider.
"That's my girl," Maxwell breathes, positioning himself at my entrance as Kobe shifts aside with one last, lingering lick to my clit. "So eager for my cock."
The first press of him steals my breath. He's huge—stretching me beyond anything I've ever imagined, and when I whimper, he stills.
"Shh," he murmurs, surprisingly gentle. "Just the tip, baby. We go slow."
"Like hell we do," I gasp, and hook my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper.
He slides in another inch and my back arches off the bed. The stretch burns but in the best way, like my body's reshaping itself to accommodate him.
Jared captures my mouth, swallowing my moans as Maxwell pushes deeper. Kobe's fingers find my clit, rubbing tight circles through the wetness.
"That's it," Kobe coaches. "Take all of him. You were made for this."
When Maxwell finally bottoms out, we both shudder. I've never felt so full, so complete, so absolutely wrecked, and he hasn't even moved yet.
"Perfect," he groans. "So tight and wet, you're gonna milk me dry before I even start moving."
He withdraws slowly, and the drag against my walls makes me sob. Then he slams back in, and stars explode behind my eyelids.
He sets a punishing rhythm—long, deep strokes that hit places I didn't know existed. The bed frame slams against the wall with each thrust, and I'm making noises that barely sound human.
Jared's mouth claims mine, his tongue fucking between my lips in time Kobe's fingers find my clit again while Maxwell pounds into me, and the dual sensation is overwhelming.
Tears leak from my eyes as pleasure builds to an impossible peak.
"You feel that?" Maxwell grunts, sweat dripping from his brow onto my chest. "Feel how deep I am? No one else will ever fill you like this."
"Please," I sob, though I don't know what I'm begging for anymore.
"Harder," Jared commands against my ear, and Maxwell obeys like it's instinct.
The bed frame slams against the wall with every thrust.
Maxwell pounds into me so hard my breasts bounce with each impact. Then Jared kneels in front of me, his cock inches from my lips.
"Open," he commands softly.
I do, and he slides in carefully, letting me control the depth. The taste of him—salty, masculine—makes me moan around him, which makes him groan.
"Fuck, your mouth," he gasps. "So perfect."
They find a rhythm—Maxwell driving into me, pushing me forward onto Jared's cock. I'm completely at their mercy, used and worshipped in equal measure.
"She takes it so well. Look at her, desperate for all of us." Kobe's fingers digging into my hips, stroking himself. "Come for us. Let us feel it."
The orgasm detonates through my entire body—a white-hot supernova that steals my breath and my sanity. My walls clamp down on Maxwell so violently he chokes out a curse, his hips stuttering as he buries himself to the hilt.
"Jesus Christ," he groans, and then he's coming, grinding deep as he empties himself into me.
The feeling triggers another orgasm, smaller but intense, and I take Jared deeper, sucking hard until he's cursing, his hands tangling in my hair.
"Close," he warns, but I don't pull back.
I swallow everything he gives me, and his moan is pure worship.
We collapse in a tangle of limbs, sweaty and sated, and for a long moment, none of us move. We just breathe together, the room thick with the scent of sex and sweat and something sacred.
"Rules," I pant, still trying to catch my breath. "We need rules."
"Whatever you need," Jared says immediately.
"At work, this doesn't exist. Complete secrecy."
"Done," Maxwell agrees.
"Time to process. No pushing."
"Your comfort comes first," Jared says. "Always."
"This only works if you feel safe," Kobe adds, serious for once.
"No jealousy between you three. This only works if you're all on board."
"We've already discussed it," Kobe admits. "We're good with sharing. More than good."
I pause, suddenly shy despite what we just did and Jared pulls me against his chest. "We meant what we said. We've been in love with you for two years."
"All of us," Maxwell adds, pressing a kiss to my shoulder.
"Completely obsessed," Kobe agrees, trailing fingers down my spine.
I nodded, leaning into their warmth, feeling hands already wandering. "And we have two years of fantasies to work through."