In the Arms of the Elite (Rich Boys of Burberry Prep, #4)

by C.M. Stunich

Now, try this dress on and let's see if we can get five guys to get boners all at once.” “Oh, well, that's romantic,” I mutter, but now I'm smiling, too.

“There’s a purity in you that very well might cancel out the darkness in me. Marnye, I’m not ashamed to admit it: I want you, and I’m willing to fight for the privilege of calling you mine.”

“That’s my girlfriend’s other boyfriend’s ex-girlfriend,” Zayd says, and his friends look at him like he’s lost his damn mind. “Yeah, I forgot to mention that I’m like, poly or something now.”

“Your Majesty, indeed. Marry me and make it official. No pre-nup. You can have half my fortune if we ever get divorced.”

Windsor and Zack are still close by which is a good thing, too, because I almost lose my shit when I see Lizzie climbing into the hot tub in a tiny bikini and scooting up close to Tristan. “What is she doing?” I whisper as Windsor comes up to stand on my right side. “She’s fighting, love,” he tells me, giving me a look. “She wants him—almost desperately so.”

I get it. Even if I sort of hate her, I DO get it.

Later that night, I end up in Zayd’s bed with Zayd and only Zayd, and he shows me he’s just as capable of going slow as he is fast.

“You’re such a fucking fool, hanging out with another girl when you’ve got a beautiful girlfriend right here.”

“I’d also like to take this moment to profess my love,” Windsor says, putting his palm over his heart and lifting his chin. “It’s a royal proclamation.”

“I love your daughter, too,” he says, and I swear, if there was a single spot on my body that wasn’t red, it would be now.

What does that have to do with Lizzie? You want to trade me like a baseball card, so she doesn't feel left out?”

“I was waiting for you to fight for me,”

“I love you, Marnye Reed,” he whispers in my ear, just as my climax hits like a wave and shatters me to pieces, body, heart, and soul.

Tristan’s been in love with you since he first laid eyes on you, the very first day of first fucking year.” “Bullshit,” I snort and Zayd lifts his head up to look at me, brows raised. “Is it? Because he told me when he saw you, that he felt like his entire life was being rearranged inside his chest.

“True. But it’s not always the ending that’s the most important. Sometimes, the journey to get there is just as good.”