The hotel lobby hummed with soft jazz and low conversations. Warm light gleamed off marble floors as Dylan stepped out of the elevator, tugging his jacket straight. He wasn’t used to nights like this, exclusive rooftop parties, high-end drinks, the buzz of possibility. But tonight, everything felt electric.

He had met Lena earlier at the bar. She had hazel eyes and a smirk like she had already unwrapped him in her mind. They had flirted shamelessly, her tongue tracing the rim of her cocktail glass as she leaned closer, her voice a teasing whisper.

“You seem like the kind of guy who gets curious.”

Dylan had only smiled. “You seem like the kind of woman who likes to test limits.”

Then came Kai, tall, lean, confident. He had the kind of presence that made Dylan's skin prickle, even before they touched. Dark eyes, smooth voice, a slow grin that lingered on Dylan a little too long.

Lena had noticed it too. And liked it.

So here they were, the three of them, stumbling into Room 304. Tipsy, breathless, and high on something more than alcohol. Lena was the first to move. She backed Dylan into the bed, lips crashing into his, her hands already beneath his shirt, nails dragging against bare skin. Her kiss was hungry, wild. When she pulled back, she gave Kai a look.

“Your turn.”

Kai moved with liquid ease, stepping between Dylan’s legs, one hand gently gripping his jaw before kissing him, slower, firmer. Dylan's breath caught. This was different. Masculine heat pressed against him, confident, claiming. His body betrayed him, heart racing, need pooling low in his stomach.

Clothes came off in pieces. A jacket here, a belt there. Lena laughed as she pulled her dress over her head, completely unbothered by their shared gaze. Dylan couldn’t take his eyes off her, the curve of her hips, the softness of her breasts, the way she crawled onto the bed like she owned it.

Kai was behind him now, lips on Dylan’s neck, fingers on his chest, moving lower with every teasing breath. Dylan's body trembled, caught between the firmness of Kai and the softness of Lena, both of them exploring him like he was a secret they were unraveling together.

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Lena straddled his thighs, slow and purposeful, her fingers curling around him, stroking gently. She watched his face with wicked delight, then leaned down to kiss him again, lips swollen and warm.

Kai's hands were everywhere, strong on his shoulders, guiding, grounding him. There was something intoxicating in being between them. Dylan didn’t feel torn, he felt worshipped.

Lena whispered things in his ear, dirty, sweet, encouraging, while Kai’s mouth trailed down his spine, hot and wet and maddening. Every sound that left Dylan’s mouth only made them want to take him further.

Heat built between the three of them, bodies tangled, breathless, slick with sweat and pleasure. No rules. No shame. Just raw, aching need.

Dylan surrendered to it.

To her.

To him.

To the way they made him feel more wanted than he had ever been before.

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Hours later, they lay tangled together, skin against skin, the room lit only by the dim city lights spilling through the window. No one spoke. No one needed to.

Lena curled up beside him, her leg draped over his. Kai lay on the other side, fingers brushing the inside of Dylan’s wrist like a quiet promise.

Dylan had never felt so full, so claimed, so utterly undone.

And tomorrow?

Well, tomorrow could start with breakfast, or with round two