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only mine, I've never felt so jealous and so turned on and so fucking loved all at once. I wanted to claw her eyes out and thank her at the same time."

Daniel exhaled roughly, pulling both women closer until their bodies molded against his body, soft curves and lean muscle, sweat and tears and lingering arousal.

"I've spent years thinking control was everything," he said quietly. "Control the models, control the risk, control the pleasure. Then you, " he looked at Elena, "took me apart that first weekend, and I've been trying to put myself back together ever since. And you, " he turned to Layla, thumb tracing her swollen lower lip, "you slipped under my skin without permission. Every time I caught you looking at the bulge in my trunks, every time I heard your soft little gasps in the hallway... it chipped away at me. I told myself it was wrong. I told myself to stop noticing how your breasts strained your uniform, how your thighs pressed together when Elena moaned my name. But tonight, " His voice broke. "Tonight I watched my wife come apart on your mouth while I fucked you open, and I realized I don't want control anymore. I want this. I want the mess. I want the fear. I want both of you shaking and crying and coming so hard you can't breathe. I want to wake up every morning knowing I get to bury myself in both of you until none of us can think straight."

He kissed Elena first, deeply and claiming, then turned and kissed Layla, slower, gentler, tasting Elena on her tongue. When he pulled back, all three of them were crying again, quiet, ugly, cleansing tears.

Elena laughed wetly, wiping at her face.

"We're a disaster," she said.

"The best kind," Daniel murmured.

Layla nodded, pressing her forehead to Elena's, then to Daniel's.

"I don't want to go back to my cottage tonight," she whispered.

"You won't," Elena said immediately. "You sleep here. Between us. Every night from now on, unless one of us says otherwise."

Daniel's arms tightened around them both.

"Agreed."

They stayed like that, tangled and raw, their hearts pounding together, until the room cooled and the golden light outside faded to indigo.

No one moved to clean up.

No one spoke of boundaries, rules, or what tomorrow would look like.

They simply held on.

Because for the first time, none of them were afraid of falling apart.

They were already broken open, and they had never felt more whole.

The morning after came softly and slowly, as if the house itself was holding its breath.

Sunlight filtered through the half-open blinds in the master bedroom, where they had ended up sometime after midnight, painting long golden stripes across tangled sheets and bare skin. The room smelled of sex, sweat, and the faint vanilla of Layla's lotion mixed with Elena's jasmine perfume and Daniel's clean, cedar-scented skin. No one had bothered to shower. No one wanted to wash away the evidence of what had happened.

Daniel woke first, as always. His internal clock didn't care about the hour they'd finally collapsed. He lay on his back in the center of the king's bed, one arm draped around Elena, the other around Layla. Elena was curled into his left side, face tucked against his chest, one long leg hooked over his thigh, her dark hair spilling everywhere. Layla was on his right, smaller and softer, her cheek pressed to his shoulder, one hand splayed possessively over his heart, fingers still curled as if afraid he might disappear in her sleep. Both women breathed in slow, even rhythms against him.

For a long moment, he didn't move. He just felt them, the gentle weight of their bodies, the warmth of their skin, the faint stickiness where thighs and stomachs still touched from the night before. His coc, now soft and heavy against his thigh, was sore in the best way, a dull throb that reminded him how many times he'd been with each of them, how many times they'd come apart around him, on him, with him.

A quiet panic flickered in his chest, not regret, but the raw fear of something too good to be real. What if the daylight changed everything? What if shame crept in with the sun? What if one of them woke up and realized this was madness, a Chairman, his CEO wife, and the twenty-three-year-old maid who cleaned their house?

Then Elena stirred.

She lifted her head slowly, blinking against the light. Her eyes, usually so sharp and calculating, were soft and almost uncertain. She looked at him first, searching his face. Whatever she saw made her exhale shakily. Then she looked down at Layla, still asleep, lashes dark against flushed cheeks, lips swollen from hours of kissing and sucking.

Elena swallowed. She reached across Daniel's chest and brushed a strand of blonde hair from Layla's face with trembling fingers.

"She's still here," Elena whispered, voice hoarse from crying and screaming. "She didn't run."

Daniel swallowed hard. "Neither did you."

Elena's eyes filled instantly. She pressed her forehead to his collarbone, a small, broken laugh escaping. "I thought I'd wake up and feel guilty. Or jealous. Or... something ugly. But all I feel is," she lifted her head again, tears spilling over, "Grateful. Terrified. In love with both of you so much it hurts to breathe."upped the back of her neck, thumb stroking the sensitive skin there. "I'm scared too," he admitted, voice low and rough. "I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop. For one of you to look at me and see only the man who should've known better."

Elena shook her head hard. "Don't. Don't you dare take this away from us by punishing yourself." She leaned in and kissed him, slow and deep, tasting salt and the desperation from last night. Then she pulled back just enough to whisper against his lips, "We're keeping her. We're keeping this. No matter what mess it makes, no matter what rules we have to change. I won't go back to before."

Layla stirred then, making a small, sleepy sound in her throat. Her eyes fluttered open, blue and dazed, and for a moment pure panic flashed across her face. She tensed, as if ready to bolt.

Elena moved first.

She slid over Daniel's body, her long limbs graceful even in the morning haze, and gathered Layla close, pulling her half on top of both of them. Layla's breasts pressed softly against Elena's, nipples brushing, and she let out a small, involuntary whimper.

"You're not going anywhere," Elena said firmly, cupping Layla's face. "You hear me? You sleep here. You wake up here. You belong here." Her voice cracked on the last word. "I need you here. He needs you here. And God help me, I think I've needed you longer than I realized."

Layla's eyes filled with tears again. She looked from Elena to Daniel, searching and desperate, and whatever she saw broke the last of her restraint. She buried her face in Elena's neck and sobbed, quiet and wrenching, her whole body shaking.

Daniel wrapped both arms around them, pulling them in until there was no space left between the three of them. He kissed the top of Layla's head, then Elena's temple.

"I love you," he said, speaking to both of them, to the tangled mess of limbs, tears, and hope. "Both of you. More than I thought I was capable of loving anyone."

Elena laughed through her tears, kissing Layla's wet cheeks and then Daniel's jaw. "We're going to be so messed up," she whispered. "And I've never wanted anything more."Layla lifted her head, her eyes shining and her lips trembling into a smile. "I don't want to clean today," she said softly. "I just want to stay here with you, like this."

Elena kissed her, slow and tender and full of promise, then turned to Daniel and kissed him the same way.

"Then we stay," she said simply.

Daniel reached down, tangled his fingers in both their hair, and pulled them even closer. No one moved for a long while.

Breakfast could wait.

The world could. For the first time in their lives, none of them was running from anything.

At last, they were still terrifyingly and beautifully so.

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