Page 9 of Broken Love

When our lips finally touch, I melt into his arms, which makes it easier for him to pick me up and enter my condo. Vaguely, I register the door close, the lock engage, and somehow, we’re on the sofa, and I’m straddling Tucker's lap as he devours my mouth.

Warmth seeps into my back as my hair is brushed to the side. Another set of lips begins moving softly along my throat, and I let out a little mewl of pleasure. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine being with two men at once, but it would seem that’s what they’re into.

“Wait,” I gasp. “Please.” They stop kissing me but leave their hands where they’re placed. “You, uhh, you have a no-fraternization policy.” I want to smack myself for that.

“You haven’t started working for us yet,” Tanner murmurs in my ear.

“Haven’t even signed the contract.” Tucker nips at my jaw.

I want to ask what that will mean once I do those things, but I’m too afraid of losing the pleasure their wicked touches promise.

“Okay,” I hear myself responding.

Before long, they’ve stripped me naked, and someone nibbles on my neck as they carry me to my room, where I’m ravished until the sun rises.

CHAPTER 4

Windsor

Staring up at the ceiling, my mind remains hazy, and my body is deliciously sore as I recall all the delightfully filthy things we did last night. I’d never experienced anything like it in my life.

I felt…alive.

Less alone.

Like I mattered to someone.

Now…they’re gone.

The bed is cold where they passed out next to me. Outside my bedroom door, it is silent, and my intuition says they’ve been gone for hours. I’m unsure if I’m grateful or angry. On one hand, there’s no awkward morning after; on the other, will my first day of work next week be the awkwardness I’m not experiencing now?

I’ve never had a one-night stand before, never even thought about it. But somehow, those two men pushed right through my walls and straight into my bed. I could have stopped it; I know they’d have listened.

So why didn’t I?

That’s the sixty-four-million-dollar question, isn’t it?

Sweeping the blankets aside, I slowly move my achy body out of bed and towards the shower. If nothing else, I need to freshen myself up before tackling the day.

As I walk, I feel stickiness between my legs and stare down to see dried fluids on my thighs, and I know, like I know the moon is bright even when it’s dark, that we were not safe last night.

“Oh. My. God,” I gasp. “Windsor, you idiot!” How could I be so stupid?

A flash of dark hair and lust-filled eyes penetrate my brain, and I realize how I was so irresponsible. Those two men consumed me, and I never stood a chance. I didn’t even think about protection. I wonder if they did. Probably not. Things moved quickly once we got to the bedroom.

Grabbing my phone, I ignore everything but the calendar. My cycle has been regular for years. It shouldn’t be an ovulation day; I should be in the clear. Not that that typically matters.

Mercy, what have I done?

I’ll visit the pharmacy, get a Plan B pill, and then get to the doctor to start birth control immediately. Not that it matters because once I sign the contract and begin working for them, nothing will happen ever again, but I should be better prepared for the future.

I sag against the wall momentarily to get my bearings, then rush through a shower and get dressed after drying my hair. I sign the contract, so this can never happen again, and I make a plan for the day: pharmacy, call the doctor, hardware store—because I need to reinforce my door—then clothes shopping for my new job.

Buzzing excitement over landing my first job has me pulling out my phone as I leave my condo so I can text Boston Falco. He’s the only person I really have to talk to anymore.

You have two sisters, my pesky inner voice reminds me.

Biting my lip as I lock my door, I hustle quickly to the stairwell before Joe can come out and stop my departure.

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