Gemma Johnson has been crushing on her two male costars since she met them. There's one they're head over heels in love with each other. She doesn't think she has a chance until a strange twist of fate leads to a steamy night with both of them... "Please,” I stammered. "Please, please, please…" Jay growled, low against my mouth, and kissed me, all tongue and teeth, wild and rough. “He likes when you beg,” Tristan said against my ear, and Jesus, my imagination was running wild; I could picture them all too well, the way Tristan would look straining up into Jay’s mouth, the way his hands would look wrapped around the bars of my big old iron headboard… Jay pulled back, looking down at me dazedly. He ran his thumb over the swollen curve of my lower lip, and I flicked my tongue over the tip of it. “Please,” I said again, letting him hear the desperation in my voice. “You like his fingers just as much as I do, huh?” Jay said. “Thought about them,” I blurted out, and I squeezed my eyes shut, mortified. Jay just laughed softly. “Hey, none of that,” he reassured me. “S’okay, it’s not like I can blame you. Anyone who’s ever met him fantasizes about his hands, I bet.” I opened my eyes; he was smiling at Tristan, eyes smoldering. My stomach swooped dangerously.