Page 14 of Room One Hundred and Five

Heat creeps into my face. For a second I feel a wave of embarrassment at the blush hitting my cheeks.

Fingers curl around the tip of my chin and my face lifts. “Say yes.” The one in the middle lowers his lips to mine. His kiss is soft, promising and utterly tender to the point I forget to breathe.

When my lungs work again, it’s his scent that fills them.

“Who hurt you, beautiful flower?”

The one with amber eyes leans in and presses kisses to the fallen cherry blossoms over my left shoulder as his friend quietly waits for an answer to his question.

I look to my right. Blue eyes meet mine. He wants to know, too.

I give a slight shake of my head and hold my clutch to me like a shield. “No one that matters to me anymore.”

All three give a rough exhale. The one in the middle says, “The quiver I hear in your voice and the fear sparkling in your pretty eyes says otherwise.”

I draw my gaze up and then a little higher to meet his. He stands a good half a foot higher so I have to raise my chin for us to make eye contact. “Do you always want to play the saving knight to wounded women you’ve only just met?” I ask, not expecting a genuine answer.

His lips peel back to show a captivating smile that reveals a small peek at the subdued aura of lethal power tucked out of sight under the polished veneer all three show to the world.

“Only for you. No one else matters right now.”

“Yeah, right.” I drop my gaze, but he’s not having it. His fingers find the edge of my chin. He lifts and I don’t fight his silent request.

“Never doubt my words. Ever,” he whispers in a dark tone that matches the depth of his deep brown eyes.

Calluses brush over skin. His hands slide up my thighs and his lips find the pulse point just below my ear. My head falls back, but instead of thudding against the metal door of the elevator, there’s a hand there to cushion me from getting hurt.

Blue eyes meet mine. A corner of his lip tilts up. “You’re safe with us,” he says softly. “Let us help mend your wounds, for a night at least. Trust us with this one small task and we will erase some of the hell that lives in those beautiful eyes.”

His mouth finds the soft slope of my shoulder. His tongue flicks out, grazing my skin.

I gasp. Electrical shocks run through my body. I don’t know their names. They are the wrong men. I belong to three others tonight. But…

Burning waves of arousal follow closely behind the burn of energy in my veins. I reach up and run my fingers through thick hair. My eyes dip closed for just a second.

“I don’t have a room. I was on my way out.”

“Emilio,” the one in the middle murmurs against the skin of my neck. I hold him to me unwilling to lose the feel of his lips on my skin.

The one with amber eyes steps back and pulls out a phone. It looks like he’s texting someone. He looks at me and then to his friend. “The change is made. I secured room one hundred and five.”

His eyes land on me. “It’s secure, private and it will only be us, beautiful. Trust us this one night and we will make it worth your while. Please.”

Emilio pockets his phone. I have zero resistance in me when he gently takes me from his friends and lifts me into his arms. My dress easily shimmies up my thighs with the help of his hands under the material. Strong fingers grip the globes of my ass cheeks and I get an animalistic growl of appreciation.

“Bare?”

He’s talking about my supposed lack of panties. “Thong,” I answer heavily.

The thick length of his arousal presses against the wet material of my panties. I would be embarrassed by how wet I am if I wasn’t so damn turned on and in need of every dark promise the three silently offer.

“I should say no. The three of you are old enough to be my daddies.” The words are out of my mouth before I can school mytongue. I don’t usually just say what is on my mind, but these three have lowered my natural defenses.

The energy shifts. The walls feel like they are closing in. The heat cranks up and the way all three consider me says they like the idea of being my daddies.

Opps. I've written enough romance to know a kink when I see it. What I don’t expect is how much I think I like it.

I take a shaky breath and open my mouth, but nothing comes out. They are older than me and wear the years with elegance. No less than twenty years separate us and before right this very second I thought age gaps wasn’t something I liked.

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