The last thing I wanted was a boyfriend, let alone two. I wanted to explore my sensual side in a safe space, a club designed where other like-minded people can experiment and discover themselves. It was a chance to take back the confidence my ex had stolen. No strings attached. No relationships. So, of course, a heated one-night stand changed everything. But the man helping me check off my erotic wishlist wasn't just one ridiculously hot guy. Instead, I find myself caught in the snare of identical twins playing a dangerous game. They don't deserve forgiveness for the way they basically parent-trapped me at a sex club, but I just can't stop coming back for more. You know what they say... two is always better than one. We promised each other that things would stay purely physical, friends with benefits only. Too bad my stupid heart gets involved. Is it possible that this connection has derailed their plans and they feel something too? I've got a prestigious career, societal