Chapter 63: Temptation, Trust, and Poolside Plans
(The Men, the Mood, and the Pitch)
Adrian
The moment the call ends, John tosses his phone onto the bed and stretches like a cat. “Well, that was productive,” he mutters. “Two fires out, three more smoldering.”
I nod and pour myself a glass of water, my mind already spinning in a different direction. “Kostas is watching her.”
John smirks. “Like a man dying of thirst.”
“Im not sure that like it.”
“I don’t think I do either,” he says, flopping down onto the bed, “but I get it.”
I pause, turning toward him. “You get it?”
John glances at me. “You’re telling me you haven’t noticed the way he looks? The man looks like he is practically carved out by the a Greek Gods themselves . Tall. Commanding. Ridiculously rich. If I weren’t already wildly in love with our girl, I might fall a little myself.”
I snort. “You saying Kostas is your type?”
John shrugs. “I’m saying the man is objectively good looking . And he clearly wants her. Hell, part of me’s surprised he didn’t try to crawl into bed with us already.”
That makes something stir in my chest—and lower. “Would you?”
John raises an eyebrow. “Would I…?”
“Crawl into bed with him.”
A long pause.
And then John grins slowly. “Only if you’re watching.”
That’s all it takes.
The tension between us snaps from playful to electric. John leans back, eyes dark, daring me.
So I answer the dare.
I step out of my pants, let them pool at my ankles, and walk toward him. He watches every move like I’m something to be devoured.
“You started this,” I murmur, kneeling on the bed.
“And I’ll finish it,” he growls, flipping me onto my back.
We’re both naked and eager, unfiltered, familiar in the best ways. I lie back and let him straddle my chest as I lean forward and take him into my mouth, just as he lowers to do the same. A perfect 69.
It’s hot and filthy and beautiful—grunts and groans and the kind of trust only built between lovers who’ve seen every side of each other. Tongues working in sync. Lips sealed around each other’s thick throbbing heat. The kind of sex that’s not just about lust—it’s about grounding, about remembering this is ours.
Selene
I lay there a while longer as Kostas plays with my back . He leans in places some soft wet kisses on my shoulder and whispers "tell me what it is I have to do to have you." I quickly spring up ... finally putting some much needed space between us . " I need to go and use the bathroom . Let's pick this up later, it's not something I've considered and need to speak with John and Adrian. I say quickly as I'm already turning and walking away.
I step into the room mid-graze.
And stop.
“Wow,” I say, leaning on the doorframe. “Well, don’t stop on my account.” Smirking at the two of them.
John freezes, then looks up between Adrians thighs. “Technically, we were doing this for you.”
“Mmm,” I hum. “Consider me entertained. Carry on.”
Adrian’s eyes flick to mine, wicked and amused. “Anything you’d like us to do differently, mistress?”
“Use your hands more,” I say, winking. “And maybe don’t let him outdo you, Adrian. That mouth of his has been putting in work.”
John laughs. “She’s got a point.”
They keep going for a few more minutes before untangling, flushed and breathless, lying on their backs like blissed-out warriors.
I walk over and drop a kiss on both their foreheads.
“Okay, lovers. Let’s talk.”
They get dressed, pour cold drinks, and lounge on the massive bed as the sun pours through the windows.
I sit cross-legged between them and recount what happened on the deck—Kostas’s offer, his touch, his intensity. I don’t embellish, but I don’t hold back either.
Adrian listens, jaw tight.
John stays quiet until the end.
“He wants in,” I finish, looking between them.
Adrian exhales. “Of course he does.”
“I told him I’d think about it. And that I’d talk to you both first.”
John leans back against the headboard, wiping a hand across his jaw. “I still don’t like it. But… I get it. You’re magnetic. And he’s clearly not used to being told no.”
“He’s not subtle either,” I murmur.
“No, but he’s not disrespectful,” Adrian adds. “Which honestly makes it worse. He’s confident. Calculated. Knows exactly when to push and when to back off.”
“So… what do we do?” I ask. "I won't lie and say he doesn't intrigue me, and that I want to tame him. But if you two aren't comfortable with this, I'll absolutely tell him no. We all have to be onboard with this ."
Adrian smiles and surprises me by stating calmly, that if I wanted to explore this . He was fine with it .
John smirks. “First, we go to the pool. Then we mess around in front of him. Let him watch. Let him see what he’s asking to be part of.”
I blink. “That’s petty.”
Adrian grins. “That’s us.And it's going to take someone with balls of steel to survive us ."