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He smiled and bent to kiss my cheek. "No worries, kitten. I have an appointment with the kitchen anyway.”

"You're not going to eat with us?" I asked as we started up the steps to the inn.

Now that we were closer, I heard the strains of music playing softly from inside, the murmur of other diners and clink of silver on porcelain.

"I'll join you in a few," Rock said. "I've ordered a special menu and want to make sure everything's perfect.”

Now I really did feel fancy.

He hurried ahead of us and disappeared inside while Neo and Oscar escorted me up the stairs.

It was hard to remember a time when I thought they were total brutes. Turned out, they were surprisingly gentlemanly and well mannered — except in bed, where Oscar to some degree and Neo especially liked to play rough.

Not that I was complaining.

The restaurant lay ahead, the scent of fresh-baked bread and grilled meat making my stomach rumble, but I was distracted by a bellhop who passed by with our overnight bags, heading for the stairs.

"I think that bellhop has our bags," I said.

Oscar chuckled. "I hope so. We're staying the night.”

"Here?" I didn't know why I was surprised. It was called the Seneca Inn, which obviously meant there were rooms somewhere.

"We booked the honeymoon suite," Neo said. "Actually we booked out the whole place.”

"The whole place? Why?" I asked.

He stared down at me and I felt something powerful move between us like an electrical current. "Because I don't want anyone to hear you scream when we spend all night making you come.”

I had to suck in a breath at the raw hunger that came to life with his words, the dampness between my thighs.

"But first," Oscar said, “we're going to feed you. You're going to need the energy.”

It sounded like a threat and a promise.

And goddamn.

I was more than up for both.

Chapter46

Willa

Rock was right. The food was incredible.

After checking in with the kitchen, he'd joined us for a five-course meal and I relaxed for what felt like the first time in months over microgreens with a champagne vinaigrette, filet mignon so tender it melted in my mouth, cheesy scalloped potatoes with truffle oil, perfectly seared scallops, and lightly steamed asparagus with hollandaise sauce.

And the fresh-baked bread. My god, the bread.

I didn't think it was my imagination that the other diners stared at us and I knew it was because I was with three of the most beautiful guys alive. I felt like the luckiest girl in the universe surrounded by my three Kings, each of them uniquely gorgeous.

The table was immaculately set, fine porcelain and heavy silver on a heavy tablecloth, complete with linen napkins and candles glowing at the center, surrounded by rose petals.

After the main courses, Rock disappeared into the kitchen again to check on dessert. When he returned, the waiter presented us with an assortment of divine treats including tiramisu, crème brûlée, and a heart-shaped chocolate soufflé.

We shared them all, dipping our spoons into the sweet goodness, the Kings insisting on feeding me bites of everything.

I returned the favor and by the time we stood up from the table I was satiated with food and starving for the Kings.

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