Page 53 of Taming Her Temptations

“Whose room is this?” She asks, but I sense in her eyes that she already knows.

“We know it’s hard for you living back home. We wanted to give you an escape,” I explain.

We weren’t going to show her the room so soon. Probably out of fear that it seems a little creepy. But she’s over here all the time, and hopefully will be more in the future, so it just felt natural.

“Is it too much?” Dean asks. He was most afraid of this step. He’s never lived with a woman besides his mom and my sister when we would need to crash at his house when we were younger.

“No,” she shakes her head. “I’m just surprised. I’ve been…” She takes a deep breath. “Confused. I’ve been really confused.”

“We care about you, Ruby. This isn’t just sex,” Asher says, even though the man is only dressed in boxers and a t-shirt after just screwing. “And yeah, it’s damn confusing. We don’t know how this works, either.”

“This is a really nice gesture,” she says quietly, still taking it all in.

“It’s not just a gesture.” Dean says. “And you know damn well I wasn’t on a date today. You’re the one that I fucking want. I thought I’ve made that pretty clear.”

Ruby smirks and looks Dean up and down, then me, and then Asher. Her eyes stop where his cock is still hard from their interrupted finish.

“I’ll use this room on one condition.” She pushes her shoulders back and stands confidently despite being almost buck ass naked. “You’ll have to show me how well you can share.”

I see the glimmer in her eye and I know she isn’t talking about us sharing tomorrow’s breakfast. Unless it’s berries and whipped cream all over her as she’s spread eagle on our dining room table.

Ruby Rivers.

This is another one of her tests, but a much more exciting version than what spoons to use at a formal dinner.

And this is one lesson we sure as hell will not fail.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

Ruby

My heart is racing and I’m not sure if it’s from emotion or lust. I would be lying if I didn’t admit to myself that I’m kept up late at night, my mind racing just wondering what Asher, Levi, and Dean are up to.

Could they be feeling the same way about me?

I look around the room again. From everything they’ve said and done. It seems like it’s possible.

Are we moving too fast?

My marriage isn’t even done and I’ve barely been single for four months.

On the other hand, I’ve been emotionally and physically single for a lot longer than that. Living with Steven was like living with a ghost. I wasn’t satisfied in any single way, and suddenly, satisfied doesn’t even begin to describe how good I feel with them.

Dean pulls me in tight against him and kisses me with a softness that I don’t recognize from him. I sigh into his kiss. My nerves are frayed and I was so close to already orgasming just moments ago.

Levi pulls me away from Dean possessively and kisses me harder, moving me toward the bed.

“Play nice.” I cock an eyebrow playfully.

“Oh, I’m going to play so nice.” He throws me onto the bed and jumps on after me. He grabs my dress, which has been twisted ridiculously around my waist, and finally tears it down off of me.

“First, I’m going to make you come because Asher brought you almost all the way there, and that’s too fucking easy.” He spreads my legs open wide. “Your next orgasm needs to be long and drawn out.”

I shutter. We’re actually doing this. All three of us.

He wastes no time, just as he promised. He licks and pumps his fingers deep inside me. I look around me as Asher and Dean watch, lust burning in their eyes.

I think about Asher guiding me downstairs, telling me not to worry about how I look, but just how I feel. I let my body relax as Levi licks me open, my nerves already sensitive and raw from Asher working them.

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