Page 68 of Three Hearts Hideaway

“Why does that matter?” she challenged.

“We know the area. We know the people who live here. We built the place with our own two hands. Any money made here will be invested back into the community. We’re not a soulless chain hotel with a faceless CEO. WeareLittle Greenfield.”

She couldn’t keep the pride off of her face. “I love that, Roman. Local founders with local knowledge.” She scribbled his words down in her notepad, then focused on Logan. “Anything to add?”

“We’ll be a boutique experience. Intimate feel. Cozy aesthetic. Personalized service. Curated getaway packages.”

“Yes to all of that. What kind of getaway packages were you thinking of?”

“No more questions, sweetheart. Underwear off.”

She batted her eyelashes. “Don’t I get aplease?”

“Please, love. I’m dying over here.” Roman’s pleading gaze met her own. The desperation in his eyes was a boost to her ego. She made him look that hungry, no touching necessary.

She sauntered to the staircase, aware that their eyes followed with each step. “Goodnight, boys,” she called, ascending the first three steps. “See you in the morning.”

“Don’t you fucking dare.” Logan’s voice was low and dangerous. She didn’t need to see his face to know he was serious.

Ava turned around to face them, skimming her palms over her breasts. “Are you going to beg?”

Roman shot off the couch and landed at her feet on the staircase. “Please take it off, love. Please let us see.” He reached out to grasp her leg.

She pulled away. “Tsk, tsk. No touching, Roman. Remember?”

He tucked his hands dutifully behind his back. “Just one peek. Let me go to bed with the picture of your perfect pussy in my mind.”

She locked eyes with Logan. “Are you going to beg, too?”

“I don’t beg.”

Pursing her lips in a mock-pout, she said, “I guess I’ll have to go to bed. Or maybe I’ll take Roman with me, since he’s being such a good boy, begging on his knees.”

Logan stood. The muscles in his jaw twitched. “I don’t beg.”

“Too bad.” She turned her attention to Roman and ran her fingers through his brunette locks. “Sounds like you get a private show,” she said with a wink.

“Not a fucking chance.” He joined them on the steps. Glaring at Ava, he repeated, “I don’t beg.”

“You do tonight.” She placed her hand on his shoulder and slowly pushed him down. He didn’t fight her, and sank to his knees beside Roman.

“Take them off. We need to see that pretty cunt before we’re done here.”

“That sounded like a demand. Want to try again?” She was enjoying this far too much. She wasn’t the dominating type, but there was something about seeing Logan and Roman on their knees, staring up at her, aching for her pussy, that drove her wild.

Logan looked down and exhaled before meeting her gaze and saying, “Please take that goddamn fucking g-string off.”

“Why should I?” She was being a brat, but the opportunity to toy with Logan was too appealing to pass up.

“Because you fucking promised us we could see your greedy cunt. If you don’t deliver, I’m going to rip that g-string off you myself and?—”

She cleared her throat. “That doesn’t sound like begging.” Grabbing Roman’s head, she shoved it against her pussy, and he let out a groan. “Beg me, Logan, or I’m taking Roman to my room.”

“Fuck!” he yelled, bowing his head. “Please take off your g-string, Ava. Shove it in my mouth. Wrap it around my throat. Do what you want with me. Just please let me see your pussy before I go fucking feral.”

“Look at me, Logan,” she commanded, releasing Roman from his place against her.

Logan’s gaze met hers, and she slid the emerald fabric down her legs, nudging it to him with her foot. He grabbed the underwear and shoved it into his back pocket.

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