Please. Just get out!” Grace’s face was scarlet. She held her skirt tight around her legs, her hands fixed on the hem as though she’d never release it again. Max, half dazed from the intensity of the passion they’d all three just spent, stared at her, in two minds. Did he do as she wished and leave, taking the coward’s way out? Or did he stay here, against her wishes, and soothe her rage? Hell, how could he make that kind of decision when his brain hardly functioned? He’d just removed his finger from his mouth, and Grace’s essence floated on his tongue. It mixed with Trev’s semen, sugar to Trev’s salt. Her taste was foreign, subtle and so sweet it made him hungry for another taste. Christ, his body still reeled. The last thing he’d expected tonight was to find an angel living in Trev’s house. Not only had he tasted said angel, he’d watched her come, at least twice. He’d helped her come. Max had never been one to believe in love at first sight, but one look at Grace had taken his breath away.
