Page 24 of Room One Hundred and Eleven

I’m not going to lie, the sight of Carter dressed to the nines in his perfectly tailored tuxedo with his cock out is nearly enough to set me off. I have no idea how Poppy resists climbing him right then.

She wriggles against me, needing something she doesn’t understand yet.

Soon. She will soon enough.

Carter is an evil genius. His distraction keeps her from freaking out as Knox and I peel every scrap of her clothes from her. It takes a while to unzip her dress.

Longer for us to admire her in the lace and satin lingerie we caught sight of in her things earlier.

Carter’s dick speaks for us all when it grows even harder, the first bead of precome appearing at its tip.

“I’ve never seen one before. For fun, I mean. Outside of books, and class, and patients, you know.” Poppy swallows. “They’re not usually so…healthy.”

Whether she realizes it or not, she licks her lips.

“Can I touch it?” She reaches for Carter, but he dodges.

“Not if you want me to have any restraint left when we get to the main event. I refuse to hurt you.”

“Oh.” Even her pout is beautiful. She mutters as if we’re not right there, “I’m not sure I could get my hand around it anyway.”

“Mine’s bigger.” Knox will never let any of us forget it either.

I roll my eyes, making our beauty giggle.

“It’s how you use it that counts.” Carter doesn’t stop stroking himself. “We’ll let Poppy be the judge of who does that best. Finish what you started.”

When Knox would shred her pretty underthings, I stop him. Undoing each of the tiny fasteners and unwinding the delicate straps from her body. Revealing her naked flawlessness bit by bit.

Her breasts are small and perky while her stomach is softly rounded. Imagining it full with our child makes my dick twitch.

It’s obvious she hits the gym. Her legs are shapely and strong for how petite she is.

“There. That’s better.” Carter pats the spot beside him. “Come, lie down while they get naked and then we’ll accustom you to our touch.”

“How?” she asks, though she’s already in motion.

Carter assists her in stretching out on her tummy, her perfect ass on display. He can’t resist a bottom of any sort, and certainly not one as lovely as hers. He rubs it. “Aiden gives the best massages.”

“Mmm…” Her hum is motivation enough to ditch my clothes as fast as humanly possible. Knox is doing the same while Carter—that bastard—unbuttons his cuffs, one at a time.

He drags it out, opening his shirt, stripping for Poppy while giving us the same show.

I reach for him but he shakes his head at me too. “Our beauty needs you.”

Poppy tips her head so she can peek up at Knox and me, admiring our nude bodies as we approach her once more. We kneel, one on each side of her.

Carter finishes removing his shirt before reaching to the back of the gold platter for a bottle of citrus and rosemary-scented oil I hadn’t noticed before. He drizzles it over Poppy. “Rub it in.”

Every inch of her glides beneath my fingers.

“Don’t miss a single spot.” Carter takes care of the rest of his clothes as we do.

It’s addicting, pressing the knotted sinew of her lithe muscles until they unravel beneath the steady pressure of my hands. Tiny mewls escape from her luscious lips.

Helping her relax does something to me, something I think will only be surpassed by giving her even more vivid pleasure in a little while.

I take my time, rubbing and rubbing until her breathing evens out.

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