Page 88 of Her Possessive Daddies

"Though we wouldn't mind a rotation," Seth adds with a wink. "Keep things fair."

My cheeks flush. "And you're all okay sharing? No jealousy or..."

"We've shared before," Corey says. "Remember?"

"I'm new to this," Donovan admits, "but I want in. Whatever terms you set. Just don't want to get too cozy with my friends here."

I pour another round of shots, buying time to process. "What about... dates? Public stuff?"

"One-on-one time is important," Seth says. "Getting to know each other."

"Plus it keeps things discreet," Corey adds. "No need to raise eyebrows around town."

"And boundaries?" I ask, voice small. "What if someone wants more or less?"

"We communicate," Donovan says firmly. "All of us. Openly and honestly."

"No secrets," Seth agrees. "No playing favorites."

"And if it stops working for anyone," Corey says, "we talk about it like adults."

I nod slowly, processing. It sounds... reasonable. Structured, even. Not the wild free-for-all I'd imagined.

"And what about..." I gesture vaguely, heat rising to my face. "You know. Together?"

"Only if you want," Corey says softly. "Nothing happens without your consent."

"Though we wouldn't mind," Seth grins, making me laugh despite my nerves.

"You're in control here," Corey says, his voice deep and rich. "Whatever you want, however you want it."

"All of us," Seth adds, "at your mercy."

Donovan nods, his dark eyes burning into mine. "Your rules, your terms."

The power of their words hits me like a physical force. Three successful, commanding men, all willing to follow my lead. The thought makes me dizzy - or maybe that's the tequila.

I pick up the bottle again, pouring another shot with steadier hands than before. The liquid burns sweet and sharp down my throat, but it fills me with courage.

"My mercy," I echo, testing the words on my tongue. They sound good. Really good.

These gorgeous men are mine to command. Mine to explore. Mine to... whatever I want. The thought sends a delicious shiver along my spine.

I set my glass down and look at each of them in turn. Corey, all controlled power in his tailored shirt. Seth, with that dangerous glint in his eyes. Donovan, radiating raw masculinity in his leather jacket.

And they're all watching me, waiting for my move.

The old Abbie would have shrunk from this power. Would have found it overwhelming, frightening even. But the tequila hums in my blood and their hungry gazes feed something new and wild inside me.

I could get used to this. Having three powerful men hanging on my every word, ready to fulfill my every desire. The thought makes me bold, reckless even.

I stand, my fingers toying with the hem of my shirt. The tequila buzzes through my veins, but this isn't false courage - this is all me. For once, I'm choosing what I want.

"What if..." My voice comes out husky as I peel off my shirt, letting it drop to the floor. "What if I want to be atyourmercy instead?"

Their heavy breathing sends a thrill through me. I hook my thumbs into my pants, sliding them down my hips to reveal the matching black lace set I'd picked out specially for tonight.

Corey's eyes darken. Seth whistles softly. Donovan's hands clench into fists on his thighs.

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