Page 39 of Princes of Hollywood

I giggle as he tucks me against his chest. His skin is warm against my cheek. Sparks of awareness skate along my veins.

“But she’s also the maker of breakfast.” Roarke’s voice is closer this time.

Aiden sighs and leans into my ear to whisper, “Next time, we sleep in my bed with the door locked.”

A little shiver works through me. Aiden tosses the cover from us and maneuvers himself into a sitting position with me straddling his lap. His curls are all tussled and flat from where he slept on them. Mine can’t be much better.

My eyes meet his and his cock is still hard against my stomach. My insides flow into liquid heat as I search his eyes. He cups my cheek. My breath catches.

“Chop, chop, poppet.” Roarke claps his hands.

Aiden lowers his hand and shakes his head. “Better get your day started, little warrior.”

I back off Aiden’s lap and stand. My gaze helplessly falls to the tent of his pajama pants. Dear Lord, someone blessed these men with large cocks. I doubt Mason’s is small, though I haven’t felt or seen his yet.

Technically, I’ve only seen Roarke’s on the movie screen.

A torrent of heat sweeps through me as I realize my gaze has lingered much longer than necessary on Aiden’s cock and that I’m thinking about four men’s cocks. I close my eyes and turn, stepping into Roarke’s chest.

My eyes pop open and he grins down at me. “Good morning, Roarke.”

He throws his head back and releases a jovial laugh. His hands grip my waist.

“What are you doing?” My hands go over his.

He lifts me, walking me over to the counter and setting me on it. He parts my thighs and wedges himself between them. His hands cup my head, threading his fingers into my hair before his mouth descends on mine.

I don’t have time to protest as he claims my mouth, kissing me like I don’t have morning breath, full tongue. His hard cock presses between my legs, making my already wet pussy throb.

He pulls back and rubs his thumb next to my lips. His blue eyes sparkle. “That’s how we say good morning, poppet.”

I open my mouth but nothing comes out. My gaze goes to Aiden, feeling bad that we didn’t kiss and he had to watch Roarke kiss me. Aiden stands and adjusts his erection in his pants.

“I think you might be onto something, Roarke.” Aiden grabs our tea mugs and brings them to the sink behind me. He winks, but there’s no jealousy.

Roarke backs up and sets me on my feet before turning me and smacking me on the bottom. “Upstairs with you. Make yourself presentable and then make me breakfast. Be quick, woman.”

My cheeks flare hot again. But I walk to the stairs and make my way up to my room. What have I signed up for?

Chapter 11

Should I Stay or Should I Go?

GREER

I don’t waste time dressing, brushing my teeth and hair, and washing my face. Having looked over their diets and menus, I think I know what they want for breakfast. When I return to the kitchen, Roarke sits at the island with a cup of coffee.

He smirks and gives me a wink. “Morning, poppet.”

“Morning.” I grab eggs and turkey bacon out of the refrigerator and set them on the counter. It takes me a few seconds to remember where the pans are, but I finally find them.

After living in apartments for the past few years, having a full-sized kitchen is a dream come true. I’m just getting everything cooking when Wyatt comes inside. His wet hair is slicked back and he’s wearing a wet suit, stripped down to his waist.

“Good waves today?” Roarke leans back against the island, facing Wyatt.

Seriously, Wyatt could be a model. He’s gorgeous, and his body is a masterpiece of toned golden muscles. His black inked tattoo is striking against his skin. I’m lucky I’m not drooling over him.

With all these gorgeous men surrounding me, I won’t last a week without breaking down and having sex with someone, which isn’t normal for me.

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