PAULINE POV
Robert pushed me gently onto the bed, and my brain completely short-circuited.
Like—honest-to-Goddess blank screen. Just blue screen of death. Nothing but static and heat and hormones.
I had two stupidly hot men in boxers crawling up the bed toward me, shoulders flexing, eyes burning, their hunger for me practically radiating off their bodies like heatwaves.
And I couldn’t even make a sound.
Because my parents were downstairs.
Fantastic.
My heart thudded in my chest like it was trying to escape. My breathing turned shallow, quick. I had to clamp a hand over my mouth the moment Robert’s knee hit the mattress and his eyes locked with mine—dark blue, focused, starving.
Oh Goddess.
Abs.
Pecs.
Those arms.
That vein on Robert’s bicep I swore had a life of its own.
And Re
