Page 66 of Taming Her Temptations

Levi and Asher hop out of the hot tub now, too. The three of them are still butt-ass naked, but they stroll over as casually as if they were fully dressed.

“Hm, looks like I must be going through a midlife crisis, too.” Levi fiddles with his ear, pink flashing in the sun.

“Guess it’s contagious.” Asher thumbs his nose.

I take a deep breath and try to suppress a grin. My panic dissipates for the second time this morning, this time thanks to all three of them.

Steven just stands there, mouth open, trying to figure out what he’s seeing. And with all the gorgeous dick swinging, literally and figuratively, it must be a lot to figure out.

“But let’s be real. We’re a little young to be going through a midlife crisis.” Dean continues. “I would think that’s more up your alley, Steven. You’re closer to middle-aged and also the one who’s made some truly questionable decisions lately.”

Dean pulls me in under his arm. Dean’s mention of ‘questionable decisions’ could certainly mean a lot of things, but I watch Steven closely to see if there is any hint of something that would tell us if he knows he’s been reported to the Feds.

Instead, he just looks angry. He clenches his fists. “Are you fucking my wife?”

I’m shocked by the question. I’ve never even heard Steven speak like that.

Dean looks at me. His look is an unspoken question. Is it okay to tell him? And my look back is an unspoken answer. Shithead Steve doesn’t get to judge me. And I’m not his wife in any of the ways that count.

Dean squeezes my waist. “Do we fuck your wife?” He annunciates the word we and I swear I see Steven’s face go pale. “I wouldn’t say fucking even covers it. I’d say we’re teaching Ruby just how good cock is supposed to feel, just how delicious her pussy is, and how many orgasms she can have in a row. What’s the tally boys?”

“We’re trying to beat five,” Asher steps up on my other side.

“I was thinking it’s how we would spend the morning, actually.” I feel Levi behind me. “So if you could tell us why you graced us with your presence, then that would really be great so then you can get the hell out of here.”

“I-” Steven says but stops. He looks like he’s about to pass out. I would almost feel bad for the man if I didn’t know he deserved every second.

“Bye, Steven.” Dean’s voice is final.

Steve swallows hard, turns on his heels, and awkwardly power walks away making him look like he’s got a stick lodged where the sun don’t shine.

I take a moment to collect myself.

“Wow,” I finally say. “You would think that I’d be on a high after finally getting a little bit of my own revenge, but instead I’m just really…” I pause, thinking of a more elegant way of saying this.

I see their faces looking at me with concern.

“Horny.” I blurt out. “You talking about orgasm counts and spending the morning that way just made me really horny for you guys, and I just couldn’t wait for him to leave.”

They all blink for a second and then break out in hysterical laughing.

“Understandable,” Levi pulls me into him, “as you make me horny every minute of every damn day.”

“Mm,” I bring my lips to him, not giving two fucks if Steven has even made it to the driveway yet. I have my three favorite men in front of me and they are buck-naked. Revenge is sweet, but this is way sweeter.

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

Ruby

I breathe in the fresh night air. Levi, Asher, and Dean all passed out after a busy day of preparations for the upcoming gala and I really need to stop home to get fresh clothes. And also to say hi to my dad, who should be home from dinner with Odette soon. Yeah, that’s a thing. And I plan on grilling him for every detail when he returns, as I’ve been missing out on his updates recently.

I turn the corner to get to my front door and practically jump out of my skin. A man is sitting on the front stoop of the cottage, shrouded in darkness. I blink and take a step back, readying myself to run.

“Ruby,” he says as he stands up, triggering the motion detector lights.

Steven. Again. This time I don’t have the guys as backup.

I look him over. He looks disheveled. His shirt is unbuttoned and his hair is a mess. He hasn’t shaved in days. He takes a step closer to me.

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