Page 14 of Three Corporate Kings and a Hands-Off Bride

“My daddy says it’s only a matter of time before one of them asks me to marry them,” Monica said, as she came to stand even closer at Alicia’s side, her tone ice cold. “It’ll be a marriage of convenience on paper, but they can’t do better than me.”

“Oh, bless your little precious heart, sweetie,” Alicia mimicked. She had a thing up her backside, Cade, Eli, and Baxter were having fun at her expense, her manifesting was going wrong, and she didn’t have the time for Monica’s crap. Not today.

“They’re already mine,” Alicia said. “All three of them.”

Monica laughed, but it quickly turned into a nervous one.

“You’re a pain in their butt, Alicia. Your dad just made you their burden. Everyone knows that. They didn’t want to take care ofyou, as if you were some five-year old that needed babysitting. Don’t forget it.”

Chapter Eleven

Alicia took a deep, fortifying breath and faced her nemesis. Any other day, and Alicia would have walked away. But yes, not today.

“Maybe I am a pain in their butt,” Alicia said. “They definitely are a pain in my butt.” More like literally a pain in her butt. Inside and out.

“But also, Monica,” she turned to face the girl standing next to her.

“Why don’t you go and ask them what I taste like? And when you get your answer, please address me as Mrs. King from now onward.”

Oh god. She couldn’t believe she said that.Mrs. King?What was she doing?

This was getting out of hand, even for her.

She’d asked them to marry her. They’d said no. The second time, they’d plugged her, spanked her, and feasted on her. But that was still a no, wasn’t it? They hadn’t exactly said yes. In fact, they were trying to scare her away.

She excused herself and went up to her bedroom, praying every single prayer she knew that she made it to her bedroom without that wretched thing falling out of her.

Once safe, she removed her dress and the stopper, then threw it away. She then took a long shower, put on a silk nightie, changed her mind, then changed it for her favorite tattered t-shirt instead, and went to bed.

But she couldn’t sleep. It was 2 a.m., and she hadn’t slept a wink. Before she could stop herself, her feet hit the floor. Before she could think about her actions, she’d already exited her bedroom.

The closest bedroom to hers was Baxter. She opened the door without knocking. Her intention was to move to Eli’s next and then Cade's, and once she had awakened them and gathered all three of them up...

She actually had no idea what she was doing.

But somehow, they knew what she was going to do. Cade and Eli were in Baxter’s room at that precise moment.

Were they waiting for her?

Alicia took in the sight before her.

They’d showered and changed into loose gray track bottoms and weren’t wearing any t-shirts. God, they were gorgeous. Ripped with muscle and packed with power, their bodies were blatantly pure male perfection. It also felt like such a relief to be able to say it out loud in her head instead of keeping all those kinds of thoughts hidden. She found them disturbingly good-looking, always had even when she made herself think otherwise.

Her gaze drifted over the richly masculine room that now had rose petals strewn on the bed and on the carpet. The scent oflavender and vanilla candles perfumed the air. Her favorite scent combination.

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Without thinking, she ran to them. Her breasts pressed into the warm concrete walls of their chests. They pulled her closer and held her against them.

Holding her face in their hands while they kissed her with the same intensity, they had used their tongues on her pussy and god help her as she was passed around from one mouth to the other, she thought she was going to come just from their kisses alone.

Cade demanded her very last breath from her, forcing her to cling to him in sheer desperation.

He took what he wanted, and she gave willingly. He fed her newly discovered need to be dominated, and when she satisfied him, when he groaned from the taste of her tongue on his, she soared with pride.

Eli commanded her responses, he guided her, he steered her toward the dark decadence of pleasure; then, trusting him without doubt, when he showed her a cliff, she willingly fell over, secure in the knowledge he would catch her again.

Baxter cajoled her, he teased, mercilessly, maddeningly. He made her shameless about her needs and greedy to the point where she bit his lip in the throes of frustrated passion. Then he made her pay for it by driving her crazier.

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