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  Not there, in that office, with that man.

  He was hot in pictures, or on the news. In person, he was jaw-droppingly gorgeous. Thick dark hair, those piercing dark-blue eyes, and a body that screamed power and dominance, even clothed in an Armani suit. He oozed sexual energy, and I realized I was practically panting, my thighs squeezing together under my pencil skirt as he moved closer.

  “Is everything alright, Ms. Carlson?”

  His voice teased over me like a lover’s touch, pulsing through me and melting over my skin.

  Somehow — somehow — I managed to find myself. I quickly snapped my mouth shut and clenched my hands tight at my sides, forcing the smile to my face and trying to bury the illicit feelings deep inside.

  “Your Highness.” I bowed quickly, my pulse still racing as I tried to swallow the heat from my face. “A pleasure to meet you, and it will be an honor to serve you.”

  To serve you.

  The blush crept back into my face as I imagined all sorts of ways I’d be happy to “serve” him.

  God, what is wrong with me?

  I’d had one night of the best sex of my life — with two men — and the next day I was soaking through my panties as I fantasized about my new boss.

  Apparently, I’d taken “getting wild” to another level entirely.

  “Mr. Snow will do, Ms. Carlson.” His eyes smirked, his whole body exuding power. “Your Highness seems a bit…antiquated, wouldn’t you say?”

  “As you wish, Your High—” I caught myself, wincing as I shook my head. “Absolutely, Mr. Snow.”

  He smiled cooly, and I swear his eyes lingered as they slowly moved over my body — up my legs, over my pencil skirt, and teasingly up my blouse to hold my eyes with his gaze and let it simmer. I trembled under that gaze, my entire body feeling flushed before he slowly pulled his eyes away from me and turned.

  “You’ll be hitting the ground running today. It’s a busy one, so copy my schedule to yours from Leon outside and memorize it quickly. Meetings, more meetings, a board room round-table, and then I’m having lunch with some friends from out of town.”

  He glanced up at me, a smirk on his face. “You’ll like them.”

  He moved behind his desk and shrugged his jacket off. I swallowed as I watched him fold it precisely and drape it over the back of his big chair before he rolled the sleeves up on his dress shirt.

  Those forearms…

  I quickly looked away, desperate to get ahold of myself and my apparently raging hormones.

  “Ms. Carlson.”

  I quickly glanced back to see him eying me curiously. “My schedule?”

  I blushed, nodding quickly. “Absolutely, Your Highness.”

  I froze, cringing again at my faux pas. But he only grinned, his brows arched as if amused as he crossed his arms over his chest.

  “We’ll work on that. Now, let’s get to work, shall we?”

  The rest of the morning was a blur of meetings, schedule syncing, and dealing with grouchy Leon — the stern man who’d led me down the hall. I was mostly in the Prince’s office itself, doing everything in my power to concentrate on work and not him — the guy who had to be using some sort of magic pheromones as cologne, since I could not keep myself from staring at him, or thinking all sorts of highly inappropriate thoughts about us.

  One meeting blurred into the next as the day progressed, until it was quickly approaching lunch. I was in a side office off of the Prince’s main office — a gorgeous room of all glass that’d be set aside as my own office while managing his affairs — when my intercom buzzed.

  “Ms. Carlson.”

  His crisp, velvety voice purred through the speaker, and for the hundredth time that day, I wanted to slap myself for getting so damn flustered over my boss.

  Get your head together.

  I didn’t know who was more to blame: him for being so insanely gorgeous and sinfully attractive, or me, for still being on this sex-fueled high from my downright x-rated experience the night before.

  Whichever the case, if this kept up, I was going to have to bring changes of underwear to work.

  I cleared my throat.

  “Yes, Mr. Snow?”

  “Would you come in here?”

  There was something so captivatingly demanding in something phrased as a question that my whole body tingled as I quickly rose from my desk. I opened the door from my office to his and stepped in to see him speaking with two other men in rich, expensive suits with their backs to me.

  Prince Snow looked up and smiled that searingly hot, smug smile at me.

  “Ms. Carlson, would you please hold my calls while I’m out to lunch with my friends?”

  I smiled and half-bowed.

  “Absolutely, sir—”

  The words caught, choking in my throat.

  Because right then, his two friends turned towards me, and my whole world exploded.

  It all came rushing back — the kisses, the hands, the gasping moans, the growled demands for more. The way they’d made my body feel things I’d never felt before, and how they’d made me come like I’d never imagined I could come.

  Because right there, in Prince Luke Snow’s office, I locked eyes with his two friends — friends who weren’t wearing masks this time, and who I now obviously recognized from the news.

  Friends who weren’t putting their lips and tongues and hands all over me. Friends who weren’t making my body crumble from both ends with their two thick, gorgeous cocks.

  …Friends who were otherwise known to me as Matthew and Van.

  My one-night, two-man stand was standing right in front of me, and the floor dropped out beneath me.

  Prince Snow kept talking, like I wasn’t in total free-fall, and like his two friends weren’t staring at me with a mixture of total shock and lingering hunger. He nodded at “Matthew.”

  “This is…”

  He introduced them, but I didn’t need it.

  I knew who they were then. There, in that office, I suddenly knew exactly who the two men were who’d rocked my body until I was begging for more the night before.

  “Matthew and Van,” aka, Prince Micah Anders of West Revania, and Prince Victor Swell, of South Revania.

  My night of getting wild had just gotten a whole lot wilder. I’d had a threesome with two of the three most powerful men in the three kingdoms.

  This was a royal catastrophe.

  6

  Micah

  “Tell me you’re fucking with me.”

  Vic and I were silent, glancing at each other and then back across the white linen-draped table at Luke. His fist crashed onto the tabletop, sending silverware scattering and threatening to spill all three of our drinks.

  “Don’t make a scene,” Victor growled quietly as one of the waitstaff stuck his head into the private dining room we were having lunch in.

  “Fuck making a scene!” Luke roared, his fist crashing into the table again before he violently shook his head, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose.

  “We obviously didn’t know, man,” I hissed at him, leaning my elbows on the table and shooting him a look. “How the fuck could we have?”

  He said nothing, the three of us silent for a long minute or two.

  “You both had her. Together.”

  I glanced at Vic, and we both nodded.

  Luke swore, standing abruptly and whirling. He stalked across the room to the big windows overlooking the capital of his kingdom of North Revania, leaning against it and muttering furiously.

  Fuck.

  I knew Vic and I both felt bad, but then, not that bad. Not after the night before, with her. Because the night before had been perfect.

  She’d been perfect.

  Sexy, gorgeous, fun, challenging. Willing to step outside her comfort zone. And more than that, too. Sure she was drop dead beautiful, but she’d stirred something in me — in both of us.

  And now shit was about to get way complicated.

  The thing was, it shou
ldn’t have been complicated — not with us, and not when there was a place where the three of us had “not argued” over girls before.

  The club, of course.

  Three crowns, one woman, one night. No names, no pictures, no nothing except anonymous fun. The whole point was blowing off steam, for rich, privileged men like us.

  Men who liked to share.

  And we did.

  Hell, the three of us had grown up together. We were brothers in everything but blood, coming up together as the sons of the Trio of Kings that had ruled Revania of old. That was of course before the trade agreements that had started the fracturing of what had once been one country. Then it was the provincial local governments and “senators” our fathers had allowed to slowly take more and more control, until finally, about twenty years before, the unthinkable had happened.

  The senators had forced a vote, and with money stuffing enough pockets, the election had been sealed — Revania would now be three countries rather than one. Three fractured states being run into the ground by bloated, thieving politicians hellbent on their own agendas. The three of us were still princes, of course — still royals and still the de-facto “leaders” of our own parts of Revania. But we had chokeholds on us now — politicians we had to “report to.”

  So instead, the tree of us had focused on our business acumen, putting our efforts into running what had become three of the most profitable financial institutions in the world instead of the countries we rightfully should have been running.

  But that was all neither here nor there at that lunch.

  What mattered right there was that Luke was pissed. Normally, there wasn’t any jealousy between us. Being rich, young, and powerful, we’d of course had women throwing themselves at us from an early age. But none of us had ever gotten “stuck” on a woman. None of us had ever individually found someone we couldn’t get out of our heads, or hearts.

  Instead, we shared, and mostly at the Club.

  And that was the secondary problem here — the one none of us was addressing yet.

  She knew who we were.

  I’d seen the look on her face when we’d turned to meet Luke’s new personal assistant — the one he’d been obsessing over for weeks. The one girl who’d ever turned his damn head and stopped him in his tracks, and she was the very girl Vic and I had shared the night before.

  Without him.

  And that look on her face was a dead giveaway. Fuck the fact that we’d been wearing masks — that girl knew exactly who we were the second she’d locked eyes with us.

  And that was a big fucking problem.

  The club was anonymous. I mean, fuck, of course it was. Can you fucking imagine the scandal of a girl knowing who the men at that place were? Sure, a lot of them could put two and two together — or, hell, three and three together — what with the name of the club and all.

  But there it lived in rumors.

  Hearsay.

  An urban legend.

  And that’s exactly how the members — ourselves included — preferred it.

  A sex club where royals took a woman to bed three at once? I mean c’mon, it sounds fake even saying it. But it was real.

  It was very real.

  Now, granted, Julia didn’t know us from the club, but she was a smart girl. Sooner or later, she was going to get stuck on the matching tattoos of ours I knew she’d seen, and she was going to put the pieces together.

  “Luke— fuck, man,” Vic growled, rubbing his temples. “Dude if we’d had any fucking idea it was the girl you’d been telling us—”

  “It’s fine,” our friend snapped, still turned away from us.

  But it wasn’t. None of this was. Not the fact that she knew who we were, and not the fact that our girl was Luke’s new PA, and the girl he’d been obsessing over.

  Because even knowing that Julia was “the girl” Luke had been stuck on didn’t change what I knew Vic and I were both thinking — that she was without a doubt the girl that we were now stuck on. Because the night before had been more than just the single best sex of both of our lives.

  The night before, we’d connected with her on a level that scared the shit out of me. Out of him too.

  So beyond everything, what wasn’t “fine” the most was the fact that for the first time in our lives, a girl was about to come between us all.

  And more than anything, that was a fucking problem.

  7

  Luke

  Yeah, I was fucking pissed.

  I’ll admit, my intentions were, well, suspect when it came to my new personal assistant. Yes, I’d hired Julia because of her qualifications — her way over qualifications, actually. But one look — one fucking look at her — and I was done.

  Gone.

  Shattered.

  I’d been there for her interview, unbeknownst to her of course. I’d stood behind the interviewer, behind the one-way glass, my eyes locked on this girl — all blonde hair, blue eyes, soft curves, and sinfully tempting lips.

  Her beauty was obvious, but it was the way she effortlessly handled extremely loaded — and I’d know, I’d written them — questions that really got me. It was her quick wit, her easy answers to challenging what-if scenarios. The fact that she had a master’s degree.

  The fact that the whole package made her fucking irresistible.

  I’d been unable to think, and unable to move.

  That easy smile — the proper way she’d sat there so regal and with such poise. Hell, she was a princess without a crown, and fuck did I want to give her the crown she clearly deserved.

  It was an insane thought, and I knew it. The thing was, I didn’t give a shit. I’d never even spoken to her, but then, I did know everything about her.

  Everything.

  To be fair, I did my research — personally — on all the applicants to my much-needed PA position. But her, I spent a little extra time on.

  I mean, can you blame me?

  I knew about her dad taking off young. I knew about her mother in the hospital.

  Her debts.

  Her ex-boyfriend — the very thought of whom made me want to personally hunt him down and flay him alive.

  The thing was, I’d fallen for Julia the second I’d opened her file, and the deal was sealed the minute she stepped into that interview room.

  So, I’d hired her.

  The reasons were impure — very very impure — but fuck it.

  I was a prince, after all.

  Having her close meant more than what was right or inappropriate. I hadn’t thought it through. I hadn’t thought through taking my PA to bed and that not being a scandal.

  And now, I was done fucking thinking.

  I’d known something was wrong the second she’d stepped into that office earlier and met Micah and Victor. It was all over her face, but it was them that really clued me into something being up. Hell, I’d known the two of them like we were bothers since basically forever, and neither of them was one to be shy or quiet when around a woman as beautiful as Julia.

  They’d literally been in the middle of telling me about some incredible night they’d had with some girl that sounded like she was their version of my Julia — an obsession that had sliced them as deep as she had me — when she’d come in, and the two of them had been goddamn silent.

  It was at lunch when they’d dropped the bomb. There in the private dining room of the most exclusive restaurant in the three kingdoms, over a lunch I’d literally forgotten entirely about, they’d looked me in the eye and told me the last thing I wanted to hear.

  Their girl, and my girl, were the same fucking girl.

  And they’d gotten her first.

  I wasn’t mad at them, I was mad at the situation. I was jealous — fuck, I mean of course I was jealous.

  And turned on.

  Really, the thought of my two best friends sharing the girl I’d been obsessing over claiming was this fucked up mix of blinding jealousy and insane arousal. I was rock fucking hard as I stormed
back to my offices, imagining the two of them claiming her and making her come like I knew the two of them were capable of doing to a woman.

  But then, there was a slice of something right through my heart that threw me for a loop.

  …Jealousy was not a word I’d literally ever considered when it came to Micah, Victor, and me. This was going to be goddamn problem, and I had no idea how the hell to deal with it.

  Actually, the only thing going through my head as I blew past my palace guards, a look of fury sizzling across my face, was that bizarre mix of arousal and jealousy.

  Fury and raw want.

  I could have thought about it. I could have mulled that shit over and “figured out what to do.” But like I said…

  I was done thinking.

  The door to my office slammed shut with all the fury I could muster, the goddamn bookshelves of the room shaking at the force of it. I glanced at the closed door to her office — my rage and my throbbing erection draining the blood from my ability to think. I stormed to my desk and jammed the intercom button with my finger, sucking in air as I did so.

  “Yes, Your Highness?”

  She said it in this small, quiet voice.

  Yeah, she knew something was up.

  I’d seen the way she’d looked at me when we’d “met” earlier. I’d see the way her pulse quickened in the shallow of her neck — the way her breath had caught.

  The way her thighs had clenched tight as I’d moved towards her.

  She wanted me. I don’t say that to boast, or to be a cocky dick, I say that because years of watching women turn to mush or lose their ability to speak around me had taught me what to look for.

  …Julia Carlson had every single marking of a girl who wanted me, and she was about to find out exactly how much I wanted her.

  “In my office, now.”

  I heard her gasp quietly, and I grinned to myself — my whole body coiled and roaring to pounce. The jealousy and the desire mixed, making my head swim and my cock threaten to rip a hole in the front of my suit as I hung up the intercom and waited.

  Slowly, her door opened, and she stepped out.