The ocean still echoed in Maddie’s ears when she woke, the scent of salt and sunscreen lingering on her sun-kissed skin. Her golden hair was tousled across the pillow, and her bikini top lay discarded on the floor next to her towel, damp and wrinkled from last night’s beach escapades.

She stretched naked beneath the silky sheets, sore in the most delicious ways. Her lips curled into a lazy, satisfied smile. Yesterday had been wild—Ty and Kara’s wandering hands in the tent, the lifeguard’s strong arms as the stars came out—but today, something in the air felt… different.

The Hartleys’ house was too quiet.

Slipping out of bed, Maddie wrapped herself in a short robe—thin cotton, barely holding back her curves—and padded barefoot into the kitchen. The house was flooded with warm morning light, coffee already brewing.

That’s when she saw Vanessa—perched at the island in a loose satin robe the color of wine, one leg elegantly crossed over the other, a single manicured hand stirring cream into her coffee. The front of her robe gaped just enough to reveal the bare swell of one perfect breast.

“Mornin’, sweetheart,” she purred without turning. “Have a nice little beach day?”

Maddie felt her body flush instantly. She could still taste salt and sin on her lips.

“Yeah,” she said softly. “It was… intense.”

“I bet it was.” Vanessa turned, eyes dark and amused. **“You wore that little teal bikini, didn’t you?” She let her gaze roam over Maddie’s body, lingering at the robe’s loosely tied waist. “I hope you got properly ruined in it.”

Maddie shivered, her thighs pressing together beneath the robe.

Then came the unmistakable creak of dress shoes on hardwood. A door opened down the hall.

Graham.

Tall. Broad. Bare-chested under a half-buttoned linen shirt, sleeves rolled. Dark slacks clung to his hips. A lazy smirk curled at his mouth the moment he saw Maddie.

“There’s our girl.”

He kissed Vanessa on the head and slid beside her, fingers brushing her thigh under the robe. Vanessa didn’t move—just smiled at Maddie with growing heat.

“You remember what we said,” Vanessa murmured, eyes locked on Maddie. “You don’t run off and play without bringing some of that pleasure home to share.”

Before Maddie could answer, the front door opened.

A new voice. Velvet. Masculine. French-accented.

“Vanessa… darling… I thought I was early.”

The man who entered was in his late 30s, sharp in a pale button-down open at the chest, collarbones and a glint of chain visible. Wavy dark hair, close-cut beard, piercing green eyes. He carried himself like he owned every room he walked into.

Vanessa stood, sauntering over with a kiss on each cheek.

“Maddie,” she said, looking over her shoulder, “meet Lucien Duvall. Graham’s oldest friend. Visiting for the weekend.”

Lucien’s eyes landed on Maddie—and stayed. His smile deepened.

“Enchanté. So… this is the babysitter you spoke so fondly of?”

Maddie could barely swallow. Her robe suddenly felt scandalously sheer.

Lucien walked toward her slowly, taking her hand, lifting it to his lips—but instead of a kiss to the back of her hand, he pressed his lips to her wrist. Soft. Lingering.

“Mon dieu,” he murmured, his eyes never leaving hers. “How do they get anything done with you in this house?”

Maddie’s pulse fluttered wildly.

Graham poured a drink and set it beside her with a wink. Vanessa leaned into Lucien, whispering something that made him glance back at Maddie with a slow, wicked grin.

“Come, darling,” Vanessa said smoothly, “We were just about to take our coffee to the solarium. Join us?”

The solarium was drenched in late-morning sun, warm and private, with tall plants in every corner and a plush daybed that looked more suited for sin than naps.

Lucien sank into one end of the daybed like a king. Graham unbuttoned his shirt the rest of the way, letting it fall open. Vanessa reclined between them, her robe loosening even more as she patted the space beside her.

Maddie sat slowly, heart thudding.

Vanessa leaned in and kissed her cheek. “I want you to tell us about your day yesterday.”

Maddie swallowed. “What part?”

Graham leaned forward, voice low. “Start with the tent.”

Maddie blushed—but began. Her voice was soft, vivid. She told them about the heat, the salt on her skin, Ty and Kara’s wandering hands. The lifeguard’s hungry kiss. Lucien watched her with something like reverence, his eyes dropping to her lips, her chest, the way her thighs shifted as she spoke.

By the time she finished, her breathing had quickened—and so had theirs.

Lucien shifted closer. “You tell a story like a lover, not a babysitter.”

Vanessa reached over, tugged at Maddie’s robe sash. “Then show us how that story ends, darling.”

The robe slipped open—slowly. Maddie’s breasts spilled into view, flushed and heavy, nipples already hard under their gaze.

Lucien exhaled. “Merveilleuse.”

Graham was already reaching for her, cupping the soft weight of her breast in one hand as Vanessa’s fingers slid up her inner thigh, slow and confident.

Maddie moaned, her head tipping back, caught in the heat of three pairs of eyes, three sets of hands, three different hungers converging at once.

Graham kissed her neck, rough and warm. Vanessa’s mouth found her nipple, tongue flicking in teasing circles. Lucien knelt before the couch now, his hands gripping her thighs as he looked up at her with fire in his eyes.

“You’re going to be the end of us, Maddie,” he said. “And we’ll thank you for it.”

The morning blurred into heat and breathless pleasure—Maddie stretched out in the sun, three mouths on her body, lips and hands and soft groans echoing off the glass.

By afternoon, she was utterly undone.

And when Vanessa kissed her softly on the lips afterward, holding her against her chest, Maddie already knew—

This weekend had just begun.

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