“We sure will,” she promised.

But thoughts were drifting away again. She fought to maintain control, tightening around him and wringing hard sounds of enjoyment out of him. All the while he held her in place and lifted up to penetrate her, hitting her G-spot with just enough force to push her closer and closer to climax. She needed it now, instead of just craving it.

“That is…fucking…intense,” he groaned out.

She was going to need another shower, because the effort was making her sweat. She tightened and released; he lifted and thrust; she twisted her legs around him tighter and fought to stay seated on his cock. Her clit was throbbing madly, so close to release, but his cock was iron hard now, ready to burst. She struggled to hold back the orgasm, just long enough for her to grip him one final time.

His jaw was tight, his head tilted back, and his lips curled away from his teeth. His fingers were digging into her buns as she felt him giving in. He was thrusting into her, little pistoning motions of his cock that rubbed the hard length against her clit. His come started to burn against her insides as she was ripped away from everything and tossed into a wave of pleasure. It rolled her and sucked her down. She clung to him, the only solid thing in her world as the orgasm tore through her and left her gasping.

* * *

Ramsey was in the suite when they stepped out of the bathroom.

Kate shrieked, recoiling and falling back into Syon.

“What the fuck?”

He lifted her off her feet and went right through the bathroom doorway without a second’s hesitation, setting her on her feet in the hallway.

“Ramsey is here,” she groused at him, trying to wiggle free and get back into the bathroom.

“He’s like a cat, always shows up when the food does. That’s why I ordered so much,” Syon explained like it was no big deal his band buddy was sitting there while she was naked. He wouldn’t get out of the way, but kept moving down the hallway, pushing her closer to Ramsey with every step.

Accepting defeat, Kate pushed away from Syon and hightailed it around the corner and back into the bedroom.

“I’ll purr if you pet me,” Ramsey called after her.

She slammed the door in reply. Her face was flaming, but the food smelled so good. Her belly grumbled loudly, and she cursed before dressing and opening the door.

He’d already seen everything she had. But her cheeks remained on fire as she approached the table. Ramsey made a low sound under his breath. One that sounded like a purr. She shot him a deadly look.

“There is way too much blood in my caffeine system at the moment,” she warned him. “I might just pack you off to the vet to be spayed.”

He smirked at her. “Naw. You like cock too much for that.”

Syon reached over and thumped him on the head. “Not yours.”

Ramsey gave him a “get real” look. “She hasn’t had a sample yet, so how do you know?”

“Well, second place is first loser,” Syon informed him smugly.

“I’m in an alternate dimension,” Kate said.

They both flashed her grins, unconcerned with her sanity dilemma. She decided to look at what was offered for breakfast.

At one in the afternoon.

Room service had outdone themselves. Or at least the waiter had made sure his tip was going to be big by bringing up a huge amount of food. The table was covered in dishes. Ramsey and Syon had flipped off the stainless steel covers on some of them and were sitting back, chowing down. There were carafes of juice and insulated pitchers of hot beverages.

Ramsey offered her a lazy grin and picked up one of the pitchers. “Coffee?”

Kate grabbed a mug and used a second pitcher to fill it. She took a long sip before shooting Ramsey a hard look. “Let’s discuss some ground rules.”

He sat the pitcher down and picked up his fork. “Think I might have pissed off your girly.”

Syon pushed a chair out for her with his foot. “Eat, Kate. Ramsey is…how did you put it last night? Jerking your chain.”

“Very funny.” But she choked on a giggle. “It is funny. In a payback-is-a-bitch sort of way.” She pulled a cover off a plate and investigated the contents.

Ramsey snorted and smirked at her when she cut him a glare. Syon had his mouth full of scrambled eggs, but his eyes were glittering with amusement. They were like a pair of eight-year-olds, friends to the end. It made them both adorable in a crazy way that tugged on her heartstrings. Syon had his guard down—completely down—and she realized it was a privilege to get to see him this way. She suddenly understood Ramsey’s attitude during his fitting a lot better. They really were tight, and that was something she knew the value of. Friendships like that didn’t come along every day.

So she wasn’t going to be the party pooper.

Or the bitch who needed to bolster her own confidence by trying to change the man she was hooked up with.

“Is this the part where I deal with privacy becoming a casualty?” she asked as she twisted the top off a small jar of strawberry preserves and started spreading it on a slice of toast.

“At least I left the shade down.”

She’d bitten into the toast before Ramsey commented. With her mouth full, all she could do was shoot him a questioning look. He hopped out of his chair with a smirk and pushed a button on the wall. There was a low, motorized sound as what looked like the wall between the bathroom and outer room rose up. What she’d thought was a wall was in fact a window, covered by a colored shade.

That rose all the way up to offer a full view into the bathroom and shower.

“Oh shit.” She almost choked on the toast. “Who in the hell thinks to put a transparent wall into a bathroom?”

Who would want a view of the toilet?

“Guys with too much money who have had so much sex they need to get creative to get off.” Ramsey was rummaging through the other offerings on the table. “Slave play. Fetish stuff. Toilet humiliation.”

“I’m eating,” she said, cutting him off.

“You’re cute when you’re pissed,” Syon said.

“Taz says to clean the cuffs before you give ’em back.”

“They didn’t get dirty,” Kate said as she pointed her knife at Ramsey. “Ground rules. You don’t get to see me naked.”

Ramsey pouted. Syon reached over and shoved him half out of his chair. “You heard her.”

“Alright.” Ramsey righted himself. “Touchy. I thought you two would be a little more mellow now that you’ve—”

“None of your beeswax,” Kate interrupted him.

Ramsey bit into a piece of bacon in reply. Syon was watching her, a guarded look creeping back into his eyes. He shifted his attention between her and Ramsey, taking in the scene. She lifted her mug and extended it toward Ramsey.

“And I like my coffee with cream.”

* * *

“Do you normally sweat during fittings?” Syon drawled softly. “Seems a bit…unprofessional. Like you’re nervous.”

Kate pulled a pin from the cushion she had strapped to her wrist and waved it over the fabric she had draped along his groin. “Sure you want to rattle me?”

He chuckled ominously. “Yes.” The tip of his tongue appeared on his lower lip, sending her heart into a gallop. “You’re fun when you’re pushed past your limits. And I’m betting you like my cock…uninjured.”

She sent him a withering look. “I need this draping.”

He made a low, throaty sound of male satisfaction. “I love feeding your needs. But remember, I need there to be room for a major hard-on.”

She drew in a fresh breath and concentrated. It was getting close, but she needed it perfect. Reaching out, she worked the fabric with her fingers along his hip line. Then from his inner thigh up…up…and over the bulge of his erection.

She looked up at him but settled her hand over his cock. “It was harder when you came off stage in Los Angeles.”

Syon had his arms crossed over his chest. “Guess you’d better find a way to make it work. I hired the best and expect it.”