I exit the elevator and walk down the hallway toward Penthouse A, my jaw set and my mind racing. What’s going to happen when I tell the guys what I’ve decided—that I only want Lucas tonight, despite my prior amenability to another three-way? Will Lucas feel like I’m reneging on our deal? Will he demand his money back? And, if he does, what the heck will I tell Danica?

With each step I take toward Lucas’s door, the more anxious I feel about the situation—and that pisses me off. Why the hell am I becoming a prude all of a sudden? There was a time in my life when I wouldn’t have cared where Camden stuck his dick inside me, especially if letting him do it would get Lucas off. So what’s my problem now?

I reach the door of the penthouse suite and raise my fist to knock but freeze when I hear Lucas inside. He’s singing and playing his guitar behind the door and the sound is absolutely mesmerizing. I don’t recognize the song Lucas is playing and can’t make out his lyrics, but it’s instantly intoxicating. The kind of song you hear blaring out of a passing car and immediately grab your phone to figure out what it was.

Yeah, that settles it. I’m being stupid here. Last night was an amazing, erotic experience. I need to stop overthinking things and go with the flow. If, somehow, another threesome is going to help inspire the genius on the other side of this door to write more songs like this one, then I should throw a haymaker on the angel on my shoulder and let my freaky little devil run the show.

Lucas lets out one final soaring note in his song and the room falls silent.

And that’s my cue.

I take a deep breath and rap on the door, my heart throbbing, determined to tell Lucas I’m up for whatever he wants, no matter what it is. But the door to the suite opens, and Lucas, with a massive hard-on bulging behind his jeans, yanks me into the room like he’s saving me from a runaway train before I can say a word.

The minute we’re both in the suite, Lucas slams the door behind us, pins me against a wall, and, for the first time ever, lays a passionate kiss on me that makes my entire body explode with desire. Oh my God, this kiss! It’s everything I’ve ever fantasized kissing Lucas Ford would be! He’s not merely kissing me. He’s consuming me. And I’m absolutely enraptured.

Lucas pulls out of our kiss, gasping for air. “I told Cam not to come,” he says. “I decided I don’t want to share.”

Every cell in my body is alive with excitement. I’m dying to know why Lucas changed his mind, of course. But that’s clearly a conversation for later. “Good,” I blurt.

Lucas doesn’t hesitate. He rips off my clothes like they’re on fire, followed by his jeans and briefs. And in no time flat, he’s got one of my hard nipples in his mouth and his fingers stroking between my legs.

As his fingers continue working me into a frenzy, he kisses and nips and licks and sucks his way down my writhing torso until he’s on his knees before me. He teases my belly ring with his tongue and laps at the angel tattoo on my pelvic bone for a moment, and then he slides his large hands around me, grabs my ass, and pulls my crotch into his face.

Of course, I’m assuming he’s going to immediately devour my bull’s-eye, but he doesn’t. To the contrary, he shocks the hell out of me by nuzzling my clit with his nose and inhaling deeply, like he’s sniffing the bouquet of the finest pinot noir from a wine decanter.

“You smell so good,” he whispers, his warm breath teasing my clit. “I love your aroma, baby.”

I should be embarrassed, right? Self-conscious, perhaps?

But I’m not.

In fact, I’m nothing but turned on.

He nuzzles my clit with his nose and inhales loudly again, and then, finally, blessedly, grips my hips, leans into my crotch, and begins lapping at my bull’s-eye with so much fervor, I’m momentarily incapable of breathing.

When I’m able to inhale again, I prop my right thigh onto Lucas’s muscled shoulder, tilt my pelvis into his hungry mouth, and ride his beautiful face like I’m trying to smother him.

“I’m addicted,” he says between my legs, his voice strained.

I grab Lucas’s dark hair to steady myself as he eats me with rhythmic, lapping motions of his tongue and lips, my pelvis matching his mouth’s motion. “Lucas,” I breathe. “So good.”

Without stopping what he’s doing with his mouth, he slides his fingers deep inside me and massages my G-spot for mere seconds. And that’s all she wrote. A tidal wave of euphoria crashes down on me.

I claw at his bare shoulders, gasping, growling, gripping his hair. I’m a wild animal in heat. Is this pleasure or pain? Because it feels like it’s ripping me in two. And it feels so good.

Lucas takes my thigh off his shoulder and bolts up to his full height, his dark eyes burning, his lips slick with my juices, and plunges himself inside me, banging me into the wall as he does.

“Angel,” he whispers into my ear, his massive cock impaling me. “Assassin.” He picks me up by the ass and I wrap my thighs around his waist, my body fucking the hell out of his. “Whoever the fuck you are, you’re amazing.”

I let out a guttural growl and grab his hair furiously as he fucks me, and he swoops in for a passionate kiss. I suck his lower lip. Moan into his mouth. Oh, fuck, I’m losing my mind.

Another orgasm slams into me. The muscles surrounding Lucas’s cock squeeze and ripple fiercely, and he growls and groans along with me.

“Holy fuck, it feels good when you come,” he grits out. But somehow, when I’m done with my orgasm he’s still hanging on, if only by a thread. “Suck me, baby,” he commands.

“Yes, sir.”

In one fluid motion, I sink to my knees and take him into my mouth and show him just how much he turns me on.

A few minutes later he blurts, “Oh, Jesus,” and comes into my mouth.

I swallow him down eagerly and look up at him from my knees. I feel drunk. Addicted. I’m his to command. Whatever he wants, I want to give it to him.

Lucas looks down at me and smiles. “Come here.” He pulls me up, takes me into his arms, and kisses me. “I’ve never met anyone like you,” he whispers.

“Like me?” I ask.

“A woman who gets off like you do. It gets me off. It’s so fucking hot.”

“It’s so fucking abnormal.”

“Fuck normal,” Lucas says. “Holy mother of God. Camden said you had unbelievable talent, but that was supernatural. I can honestly say that was the best blowjob I’ve ever had.”

I bite my lip. “My parents would be so proud.”

“Fuck your parents,” he says. “That’s talent, baby.”

I laugh. “So why did you tell Camden not to come tonight? Last night you seemed so gung ho about having another threesome.”

“I was,” he says. “But then after I talked to you in the lobby I came back up here and wrote this incredible song about you and…” He trails off.

“And…?” I prompt.

He shrugs. “And for some reason when I was done writing that particular song, I felt so…” He sighs. “Let’s just say the thought of sharing you with anyone didn’t turn me on anymore.” He cocks his head. “Are you disappointed?”

“I’m relieved. Elated, actually. I was feeling the exact same way. The more I thought about it, I couldn’t figure out where I’d be willing to put Camden’s dick.”

His face lights up. “Exactly! The more I thought about it, I was like, ‘Well, Camden can’t have her ass. That’s mine. And, obviously, he can’t have her pussy. Nobody gets her pussy but me. And the bastard’s already had the good fortune of getting this purportedly amazing blowjob from her, so now it’s my turn to get some of that.’”

I can’t help laughing.

He shoots me a boyish smile. “Come on, baby. I’m dying to show you my new song about you.” He grabs my hand and leads me toward the couch. “We’ll eat a little something, I’ll sing to you, and then I’ll fuck your brains out again.” He chuckles. “That was my plan when I opened the door, actually. I just got a little carried away.”