Page 13 of Three Corporate Kings and a Hands-Off Bride

Eli and Baxter slipped her shoes back onto her feet. Cade then carried her off the table. She could barely walk. Not after her mind-blowing orgasms, her spanking, and definitely not with her ass filled with something that had no right being there.

She struggled to stand and immediately wanted to remove the stopper.

“Not yet,” Cade said, taking her hand.

Not yet?

She couldn’t even take two steps with that thing still in her. But it was fine. She would hobble along until she got to her bedroom. Cade led her out of their study. Eli and Baxter behind them, witnessing the freakishly odd way she was walking.

Arg. Were they laughing at her?

Except Cade was going in the wrong direction. He wasn’t leading her upstairs to the privacy of her bedroom, given everything that had happened in their study.

Oh no.

Cade, Eli, and Baxter took her back to the dinner.

“What are you doing?” she asked the three of them collectively, through clenched teeth and an even tighter clenched backside. Everyone was going to know what she’d been up to in their study.

“Just showing you what it would be like if you’re our wife,” Cade said matter-of-factly, then turned to face her.

“There won’t be a moment where you’re not wearing our scent on your body and our brand of possession on your ass, and in your ass, little siren,” Eli said, his voice rough, titillating her senses anew.

What the fuck?

As all eyes swung back onto them, Alicia wanted the marble floor to crack and swallow her whole. They may have smoothed out her dress and neatened her make-up and her hair, but underneath it all, she was a walking deviance.

“But I can’t be here. I have that thing in my butt,” she whispered urgently.

“But you can,” Eli said, giving her that knee-weakening smile.

“If you let it fall from those pretty, fuckable ass cheeks of yours, the glass will shatter and everyone will wonder what a stopper was doing under your dress,” Baxter said, mischievously.

She couldn’t believe she was having this conversation in front of a room full of their business associates.

“Are you insane?” she cried. “I can’t keep it inside me,” she went back to whispering. “I did not manifest this butt stuff,” she added, turning a brighter shade of red as she glanced around at their guests.

“You wanted to be our bride, so guess you can’t handle it,” Baxter grinned. Arg.

Oh, they were daring her. Taunting her. Possibly wanting her to change her mind, retract her proposal, and run to the safety of her bedroom. Eli signaled a server, and they each took a glass of something amber in color.

“Wonder how a Macallan would go down with the taste of your pussy still on our tongues,” Baxter said before they sipped their drinks.

“Fuck. Never tasted better,” Cade said, and then they deserted her, leaving her to stand there, red-faced, heart hammering, butt clenching, pussy so, so wet. All signs pointed to her turning around and leaving.

Nope.

They’d almost won by a whisper. In answer she plastered a huge smile on her face, while underneath it all her mission was solely to keep the stopper from falling out of her.

They, on the other hand, were able to easily slip into their roles as the hosts, while she was now completely convinced every single person present knew what had happened under her dress.

Dear god, she was still so soaked that she had already started to dampen her thighs. If their guests hadn’t heard her scream that one time, then surely, they could see the evidence of what she’d let Cade, Eli, and Baxter do to her.

But they—Cade, Eli, and Baxter—never took their eyes off her, no matter who they were talking to. And she couldn’t concentrate on any conversation for shit. But somehow, she managed to get through it all.

“They’re never going to fall for you, you know.”

Just what she needed right that minute. Monica.

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