He has another idea...

We stayed wrapped up in bed for a while.

The sheets clung to my skin, damp from sweat and morning light. His arm was draped across my waist, hand resting against the soft swell of my hip. I nuzzled into him, still warm from the inside out, feeling smaller than ever in his arms—and loving it.

He kissed my shoulder.

“Logan?” he murmured.

“Mhm?”

“I want to talk to you about something.”

I turned my head slightly, catching the serious-but-playful look in his eyes. My heart fluttered.

He reached over to his nightstand and grabbed his phone. “You trust me, right?”

I nodded instantly. “Of course.”

He unlocked it and scrolled for a moment. Then he handed it to me.

On the screen was a photo of a guy—tall, shirtless, absolutely jacked. He had dark skin, strong features, and a cocky, dominant grin that practically radiated through the screen. His chest was broad, his arms huge, and every part of him screamed *alpha.*

I swallowed.

“Who's this?”

“My buddy. His name’s Roman,” he said casually. “We played ball together in high school. Still close.”

I kept staring. Roman’s body was ridiculous—thick thighs, powerful stance, veins running down his arms. Another swipe showed him in gym shorts with a very obvious bulge.

My thighs pressed together.

“He’s been asking about you,” my boyfriend continued, voice lower now. “He’s seen the pics I’ve taken. Heard about how soft you’ve gotten. How sweet you are in bed.”

I blushed hard, hiding my face against his chest.

“He wants to come over,” he added, fingers sliding down my side. “Wants to help me break you in properly.”

My breath caught. I didn’t say anything for a few seconds.

“You’re serious?” I finally whispered.

He nodded. “I wouldn’t let just anyone touch you. But Roman… Roman knows exactly how to treat something like you.”

He tilted my chin up, made me look at him.

“You don’t have to say yes. I just want you to think about it.”

I nodded slowly. “Okay…”

And I did.

All day.

While he was at work, I stayed home—still small, soft, and flushed with arousal. I looked at the mirror over and over, touching myself lightly, replaying those photos of Roman in my head.

I imagined what it would feel like to be between the two of them.

Pinned.

Shared.

Used.

By the time he got home, I was practically squirming in my seat.

We were eating dinner when I finally said it.

“Tell him to come over tomorrow.”

My boyfriend smirked.

“You sure?”

I bit my lip. “I want it.”

“Good,” he said, leaning in to kiss my neck. “Because once he’s here… you’re not getting out of it.”

And I didn’t want to.

Not at all.