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LUKEWhen I finally crush my lips against Layla’s, my mind wipes itself blank.All of my thoughts dissolve. All that’s left is feeling. I breathe in her sweet scent. Feel her warm, soft body yield against mine. Blood thumps through me as I crowd her backwards, pushing her against her living room wall, kissing her hard.I always thought kissing Layla would be a little like fighting; she’s so sharp, I thought we’d be wrestling for dominance. But instead, she softens, practically sinking into me. I twist my head, starting to kiss my way down her jaw. She makes a small gasping noise, trying to pull back, and without thinking, I wrap my hand around her ponytail, yanking her back into place.She freezes, breathing hard, and my brain finally flicks back on. For a second, neither of us moves. I close my eyes as realisation floods through me.What the Hell am I doing?I swore I wouldn’t give in to my attraction to Layla. I’ve managed to stick to that promise for years. And now she’s come out h

LAYLAI choke.Zack chuckles. “Aight, boss.”I feel more cool wetness against my behind, and then increasing pressure asZack pushes his fingertip into me. I moan, my thighs quivering. It’s so goddamn tight.Still plastered against my front, Josh reaches forward, sliding his fingers between my crossed legs. I don’t realise how wet I am until he starts swirling through my slick folds, rubbing his thumb leisurely over my twitching bundle of nerves.Suddenly, I can’t fill my lungs. I gasp, shuddering all over. It barely takes a few touches before I start to fall apart. I cry out as Zack takes the opportunity to push his finger into the knuckle, penetrating the tight ring of muscle.With his finger in my backside, the climax feels different. Deeper, like it’s quaking up from some place deep inside me. It shakes me to the core, wracking through my whole body. I wind up clasping onto Josh’s neck, gasping as he strokes my back.“Okay?” He asks in my ear as I wind down, clawing at his skin.I

LAYLAThere are three big holidays in the lingerie world: Valentine’s Day, Christmas, and Mother’s Day, in that order. Usually, Mother’s Day is the least of my concerns — I’m still struggling to get over the post-Valentines rush — but this year is different. Because this year, I have almost six times as many buyers as I’ve ever had before.The last week leading up to the holiday is absolutely hectic. Orders are through the roof. I’m sending out last-minute shipments multiple times a day. Sifting through invoices. Fixing website problems and customer complaints. Running the Mother’s Day sale social media campaigns. Pink Pearl Silks has finally shipped my order of lace, so my production team has been working overtime to get back on schedule, and Josh sat down with me and managed to fix the issues with my email campaigns.On top of that, I’ve had to get my application in for the Anna Bardet scholarship. I finally found the invitation email buried in my spam folder. I didn’t have enough

LAYLAI lift one of his trembling hands. He stares at it for a moment, then threads our fingers together. I lean forward, pressing my lips to his. It’s a slow, gentle kiss, with none of our usual fire, but heat still simmers through me.When I finally pull back, blood is pumping through my body, and Josh looks vaguely more alive.I trail my lips over his cheek, then look up, finally noticing the corkboard he has pinned over his desk. It’s covered in small cards and slips of paper, and it takes me a second to realise what I’m looking at.“The infamous wall of wedding invites.” I reach out, brushing one of the embossed cards with my fingertip. “I thought Zack was joking about this.”He tilts his head against mine. “Is it weird?”I shake my head, running my eyes over the collage. There must be over a hundred invitations here. Cream, pink, white. Some are handwritten. Some are embossed. Some have photographs, or floral details, or watercolours.There are so many that they’re overlapping e

JOSH“The numbers are through the roof,” Paul crows down the phone. “God, I’m so glad I picked this project back. I knew you guys would pull it off.”“Uh-huh,” I say blandly, staring through Layla’s bedroom door. While I’m stuck taking calls in her living room, all of the others are in there, packing for my brother’s wedding tomorrow. The week since Mother’s Day has gone by in a blur of interviews and sponsorships and social media frenzy, and the wedding date crept up on me way sooner than I expected. The ceremony isn’t until tomorrow afternoon, but since I’m the best man, I’ll have to be available from early morning, so we’re driving to the hotel tonight.I can’t wait. I’m excited for Rob to get married — but honestly, the wedding isn’t the main thing on my mind. I’m mostly looking forward to spending some time away with Layla. She’s been working so hard, for so long, that the other guys arranged a little surprise for her. We’ve booked out a special suite at the hotel, and extended