Page 42 of Princes of Hollywood

I hand Aiden a bowl. “And then breakfast?”

Smiling, he takes the food. “Yes, breakfast. You’ll join me?”

He glances at the other bowl.

“That’s for Wyatt.”

“What are you having?” He raises an eyebrow in that way that makes me feel unsure of myself. It’s like I suddenly remember this guy is a megastar and I’m supposed to be humbled to be in his presence.

“What do you like, poppet?” Roarke brings his plate around, trapping me between him and Aiden.

I’ve been short my whole life, but I’ve never felt small like I do around these two.

Roarke grabs the edges of my sweater and holds it open, frankly assessing my body. I roll my eyes up to the sky, because what else am I supposed to do? Protest? Make an issue about it after he’s had his fingers inside me? It’s not like he’s stripping me naked.

Trust me, I know about consent. And when I can say no. I know if I say no, he’ll stop. He’ll apologize and we’ll go on like nothing happened. But part of me longs for this attention, for all their attention. I’m not saying it’s healthy, but damn does it feel good.

“You could use a little meat on your bones, poppet.” His laughing eyes meet mine. His hold on my sweater draws me closer to him. “Want me to fix you a hearty breakfast?”

I’m not sure I want to know what he means.

I bite my lip. “I’m just going to make myself some yogurt.”

He chuckles but releases me. “Fine. I think my breakfast would be superior, but have your yogurt.”

I quickly make myself a bowl with the leftovers from the fruit I cut up. When Wyatt reappears, I hand him his bowl. Grinning, he leans down and gives me a quick kiss. I freeze.

“So that’s happening?” Aiden gives Wyatt a look that I can’t quite read.

“You should get in there.” Roarke leads me over to the table with my bowl and sits in the chair before pulling me down on his lap. He’s all hard muscle beneath me.

“I can sit in my own chair.” It’s more of a formal statement than an actual request.

“You barely qualify to ride in the front seat, poppet. Now eat your breakfast like a good girl while I convince Aiden to stop with the slow-burn thing you two have going.”

My gaze lifts to Aiden’s bemused shake of his head. “Slow burn?”

“This whole ‘will they, won’t they’ thing can only last so long.” Roarke frowns like it’s a tragedy.

“We haven’t even known each other a whole day, Roarke.”

Wyatt laughs. “If I were a betting man—”

“You normally are.” Aiden’s delivery is dry.

Wyatt winks at me. “But I would never bet on something like how Roarke gets under someone’s skin quickly. After all, he’s had his finger in her pussy already.”

Even my ears burn this time. “That was a special circumstance.”

“It was very special, poppet.” Roarke’s voice is a low rumble beneath me. “And bears repeating.”

When Roarke stands with me in his arms, I’m still holding my spoon from my yogurt.

“Please put me down.” I keep my tone polite but firm.

“I figured we’d go somewhere private, but we could do it right here, poppet.” Roarke sits in the chair with me on his lap. His fingers toy with the waistband on my sleep shorts. “I like an audience, and these two would love to watch you come first thing in the morning.”

My eyes widen. Fuck, is this normal for them?

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