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After all, he suggested it yesterday too. I’ve never had sex in public or somewhere I could be caught. But this is even beyond that. He wants to make me come while they watch.

Maybe it’s just Roarke.

“I’m good.” I shovel a spoonful of yogurt into my mouth, trying not to think about how wet his words made me.

Roarke’s dark chuckle races down my spine. “Tell me, poppet, you think you’re quiet when you orgasm, which you clearly aren’t…”

I swallow the yogurt hard and wish I had a glass of water to wash it down.

“Did you orgasm during sex with your ex?”

Wyatt leans back with a cocky smile on his face, looking wholly entertained by Roarke’s question. Aiden tilts his head slightly like he’s interested in my answer.

“Are we really going to do this at the breakfast table? On day two of me being here?” I twist to meet Roarke’s jovial eyes.

“Poppet, typically I’m through all this uncomfortable talk and on to more pleasurable pursuits within the first hour of meeting a woman.” He catches my chin to hold me there. “You seemed almost shocked when you came around my finger. That makes me think it’s either been a while since someone has gotten you off, or…”

Please don’t say it. Fuck, it’s humiliating to be so inadequate that I can’t come from being fucked. That I’ve faked every shared “orgasm” I had with a partner.

Yesterday could be chalked up to the stress of the situation. The rush of having someone like Roarke Flynn touch me like that. It’s probably just a fluke.

“Or you’ve never come with anyone before, kitten.” Wyatt’s words make me tremble in Roarke’s arms.

Roarke cocks his head to the side as he studies me. For a second, I brace myself for him to set me to the side. For all of them to say, Oh, well, that sucks for you.

Instead, Roarke smiles. “We can fix that.”

All that comes from my mouth is a squeak. Seriously. I’ve walked into a completely foreign land where the rules I grew up with mean nothing.

“Is it so hard to believe that I could make you feel something no one else has?” Roarke leans in until his breath caresses my lips. “I could spend all day making you come, over and over and over again, poppet. Would you like that?”

Words fail me as I contemplate what he’s offering me.

“Maybe no one’s touched upon her darker fantasies.” Mason’s deep voice draws my attention into the kitchen, where he stands in a pair of pajama pants dangling low on his hips. His body is cut but lean. His arms flex as he lifts the coffee mug to his lips. He takes a small sip. “Want to play, little mouse?”

Chapter 12

You’ve Got a Friend in Me

GREER

There’s something so tempting about all of them. But there’s a darkness in Mason that makes me want to do as he says and defy him in the same breath.

A buzzing rings through the house, breaking the spell that held me motionless.

Wyatt taps on his phone and then says, “How may I help you?”

“Let me in, WyWy.” A feminine voice makes me freeze. She giggles and a rock lodges in my gut.

He presses something on his phone and glances at me with a blank face. “There’s no way to prepare you.”

Roarke sets me in the chair next to him as Wyatt heads to the front door. The loss of Roarke’s warmth makes me want to crawl back onto his lap, but I can’t do that. Someone is coming.

Is this a girlfriend? Someone important to them? Would it matter if they all had girlfriends after their proposal to me? They didn’t ask me to go steady. They only want to fuck me.

I don’t tolerate cheating and wouldn’t help someone cheat. But what if I already did? After kissing both Roarke and Wyatt?

Er, WyWy?

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