Page 67 of Three Hearts Hideaway

Ava grabbed the hem of the shirt she’d thrown on before supper that evening. Dragging it upwards as slowly as possible, arching her back, she revealed her emerald lace bra.

Roman hummed his approval, sweeping his gaze over her torso.

Logan clenched his fists. “Fuck, Ava. You’re doing this to me on purpose, aren’t you?”

She smirked at him. “I can neither confirm nor deny that.”

“Next question,” Roman urged.

“Will our B&B serve families or couples?”

“Easy. Couples. Shorts off, sweetheart,” Logan ordered.

“Hold on,” Roman put his hand out. “Why not families?”

Logan scoffed. “I can think of a handful of reasons. First, I don’t want a bunch of rugrats getting their shit everywhere. Second, crying babies waking other patrons in the middle of the night? No, thank you. Last, I imagine some families might have an issue staying with polyamorous owners.”

Roman’s mouth dropped open. “That’s a lot of reasons off the top of your head.”

He shrugged. “I’ve thought about it before. Kids just aren’t my thing.”

She nodded. “Honestly, I’m with Logan. And I think this place would make a charming couples retreat. Are you okay with that, Roman?”

“I could go either way. Couples it is.”

“Strip,” Logan commanded.

She stood, slipping her thumbs inside the waistband of her sleep shorts, and dragged them down an inch at a time.

Roman gave a loud wolf whistle, so she threw the shorts to him.

Catching them in the air, he brought them to his face and inhaled. “I fucking love the smell of you.”

She twirled on the spot, showing off her matching emerald lace g-string.

“You little tease,” Logan growled.

She sat with her legs spread open. “Relaxation or adventure?” Sure, her pussy wasn’t ready for another round with Roman and Logan yet, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t make them squirm.

“I’ve thought about this,” Roman said. “There’s not a lot of high-stakes adventuring around Little Greenfield, but there are plenty of cozy feel-good opportunities. We could even put a hot tub on the deck.”

“Agreed. Take out your tits, sweetheart.”

She clicked her tongue. “Do you actually agree, or do you just want my bra off?”

“Both. Take it off. Now.” The intensity in Logan’s eyes told her he wasn’t messing around.

Reaching behind her, she unclasped her bra, and let it drop onto her lap.

Logan sat forward and bit his fist.

“You’re magnificent, love,” Roman said, palming the bulge in his pants. “I need to see your pussy again. Ask us one more question.”

She should’ve put socks on. Or a cardigan. Or any other item so she would’ve been able to play with them longer. But this was her last piece of clothing, and she wanted to make it count.

“What sets this B&B apart from others? Why should guests stay here, and not anywhere else?”

“It’s local,” Roman stated, staring at her tits.

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