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I rise and jog in that direction. There isn’t much time remaining if I’m going to pull this off. My hand shoots out and collects it without giving him even a glimpse of my expression.

Let them suffer. Wonder, like I did, if all of this was for nothing.

I’m glad to be the virgin they’re hunting.

So what if they get off on filling me up and making a mess of me?

It sounds like fun, and no one’s going to get hurt—at least not me—because I’m not going to be the woman to provide an heir for their empire. The contract said no barriers. Condoms. That’s what they’re talking about. With the certified test results they provided, I have no issue with that.

A grin breaks out across my face as the memory of their attention and their hands on me rushes in to replace my concern.

Now that I’ve met them, I have something to look forward to.

I’m so glad Riley and Melody talked me into the wicked black dress and matching fancy satin and lace underwear to go with it. The outfit cost more than a month of my rent. Even if Carter, Knox, and Aiden shred it to get at me, I suspect they’ll still think it was worth it.

My gut didn’t steer me wrong when I took the job at Gunner’s, and it’s still on its winning streak.

Who’s afraid of a big scary breeding contract schmontract?

Not this girl.

Whatever they think they’re getting out of this weekend, I’m going to take more.

This is for me.

CHAPTER 6

Knox

My ass is numb.

It went past the tingly stage five minutes ago.

Still, I don’t mind being on guard duty.

I’m not sure I’ll ever get the image of that luggage cart racing toward our beauty out of my mind. Unless it’s replaced by all the things we’re about to do to her this weekend.

Do not think about stuffing her full of your cock and your come. Stretching her unused cunt and sliding through the slickness Aiden and Carter leave behind.

I wouldn’t want to blow in my pants before we show her what we’ve got planned to make her night—and the rest of our weekend—special.

I refuse to consider that she might not agree to attend the meet and greet we’ve set up at Club Sin. Or the rest of the wild adventure we planned for the next forty-eight hours.

Poppy won’t go back on a done deal.

Will she?

I don’t have much riding on this, aside from wanting her. Not like Aiden and the empty spot in his soul he is dying to fill with a family. Or Carter and his desire for an heir to our fortune.

It sounded like fun. That’s enough for me.

But now that I’ve met her…

Everything has changed.

Ineedher.

It’s pretty dumb to be sitting on the floor outside the backdoor of our own apartment, which occupies this entire floor. Except she has no idea that her guest suite connects to our main living area behind a movable bookcase.

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