Page 117 of Sawyer and the Bookworms

And then there’s Roman, elegant and strong, his cock pointing straight up, thick and long and beautiful.

“I may start here,” I whisper. “A starter. A smaller bite.”

“Yet mighty,” he says, keeping his face straight. “All the flavor is here.”

“I like it hard,” I say. “The flavor doesn’t interest me right now.”

Archer groans.

“Good choice.” Roman grins. “As you can see, it is damn hard right now. And all yours.”

“Now I do sound like I’m at a meat market,” I mutter with a snicker. “Damn.”

“Choosing Roman, then?” Kyrian asks with that constant growl in his voice that does pleasant things to my insides.

“To start with,” I clarify.

It’s Kyrian’s turn to groan.

“Our girl wants to play musical chairs,” Archer mutters.

“Oh, yeah,” Roman says with feeling, “sit on me, baby.”

I never thought they could be this funny—and this sexy at the same time. This side of them is new, and I love it.

“Sofa?” I slide my hand into Roman’s, loving how much bigger it is than mine, how strong. “Or bed?”

“Sofa,” he says, his voice choked. “Right here. Right now. I can’t wait a minute longer.”

A shiver goes through me at the new predatory light in his eyes. “The sofa it is.”

He walks me backward to the sofa, then stops with his hands on my waist, taking a deep breath. “Dammit, I want to pound you into these cushions, but I don’t wanna?—”

“Scare me?” I snicker softly, then stop because these guys are really being careful, as if they care… as if they want more… So I steel myself. “Don’t worry. In fact…”

I take a step back, and he lifts his hands as if I’ve slapped them away. I need the space, a moment to collect myself. But when I start to undress, this time all three of them groan.

“Need help with that?” Archer asks, his voice a little strangled, and when I smile at him, he steps forward.

They all do, putting their hands on me, carefully tugging at my clothes, as if unwrapping an expensive and fragile gift. Soon it devolves into harder tugging, and a seam rips.

I laugh breathlessly as Kyrian curses and steps back. I turn to face him and grin up at him, seeing him relax. Roman finishes unzipping the back of my dress and I shrug it off.

“Whoa, baby.” Roman turns me back toward him, his head tipped back. “I don’t smoke, but I think I could use a fucking cigarette right now.”

I’m dressed in my black undies and stockings. The high heels are still on, and I guess guys will be guys, because from their renewed groaning and staring, it’s obvious they like me dressed like this.

“Oh, I like this,” Roman purrs, on cue. “I like this a lot.”

I smile and glance at Kyrian. “Like what you see, huh?”

“I sure do,” he growls and reaches down to curl his hand around his jutting hard-on. “So get on with it, Ro, before I jump the line, hear me?”

“Uh-oh…” I take a step back as three determined men advance on me. “Roman…”

Roman grabs me in his arms, sweeps me off my feet before I can draw breath to scream, and throws me on the sofa.

Then he climbs on top of me, dark eyes glittering, his grin very white. “Now, my pretty, where were we? Oh, yeah. You want a bite of the McGraw Pack beta, do you?”

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