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The summer heat hung heavy over the city, casting golden shadows through the wide windows of the penthouse loft. Cory leaned against the glass, the skyline reflecting in her eyes, her silk robe barely clinging to her shoulders. She could feel the energy building—tonight was different.

Chase entered first, his tie loose, shirt half unbuttoned. “You always know how to make a man late,” he said, eyeing Cory with a grin.

Before she could respond, Evie’s laughter chimed from the hallway. She danced in like fire and smoke, her presence always electric. “You’re both late,” she teased, brushing past Cory with a soft touch that lingered.

Christian was last, calm and magnetic. The kind of man who didn’t speak unless he meant every word. He walked straight to the bar, poured four glasses of champagne, and handed them out. “To the night,” he said simply.

As the glasses clinked, the mood shifted—unspoken tension thick in the air. Each glance, each brush of skin, pulled them closer. The music thrummed low, like a heartbeat echoing through the room.

Cory pulled Chase down onto the velvet couch, lips barely grazing his as her hand found his chest. Evie circled behind Christian, tracing the back of his neck with her fingers. He turned, caught her wrist, and kissed her palm.

They didn’t need words anymore.

What began as playful glances turned to slow-burning touches, heat building between skin and breath, a dance of trust and desire. The four of them—intertwined, daring, free—moved together like firelight, exploring the edges of passion and connection in the flicker of candlelit night.

Outside, the city kept moving. Inside, time stood still.