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“Yes.”

“Let me check.” Some typing as my heartbeat hammers through my veins and the air crackles around us. “It is.”

“Not anymore. What number is it?”

He’s barely given me the answer before I bark, “We’ll be right there.”

“Yes, sir.”

“What’s in that room?” Poppy asks with a gulp.

“An exam table, complete with stirrups and restraints. All sorts of tools and medical devices.” No fluffy blankets, candles, and romance there. Exactly what I need. Clinical furniture and equipment to rid her of her not-a-condom.

This will be perfect.

To strip her birth control so we can possess her as we thought we did last night, except without the dangers of romantic sex.

Her eyes grow wide.

No more tenderness. No more soft light and flowers.

Cold, hard sex and playing by the rules. That’s what we’re going to do.

Maybe then I’ll be able to exorcise my need for her with a few more ball-wringing orgasms while regaining control of me, and my boys. We were flirting with disaster.

Now we can play this game right.

Hard, fast, edgy, and intense. By the book.

The way we work best.

Fucking Poppy out of our systems before we get derailed from our mission and start daydreaming about things that are truly unrealistic. Like falling in love with a woman we just met who seems perfect for us in every way. “Grab her kit. Let’s go.”

Poppy shrieks as I lunge for her.

Aiden swings open the bookcase and dashes into her suite to retrieve her medical supplies. Knox laughs at her outrage—both at the previously concealed connection between our spaces and my manhandling—as I easily put her over my shoulder and swat her ass when she claws at my back like the naughty beauty she is.

I’ll be happy to punish her as soon as we make it to neutral territory.

CHAPTER 13

Poppy

By the time the elevator dumps us out into the Club Sin lounge, I’ve given up thrashing, kicking, scratching, and trying to bite any part of the guys that’s in range. It’s no use.

Carter marches through the halls with me buck naked and even takes a set of stairs two at a time with me hefted over his shoulder like a bag of potatoes.

Damn, he’s strong.

There’s hardly anyone around, but none of them take me seriously when I cry out, assuming my protests are part of some twisted fun and games.

What are they going to do to me?

Carter’s angry, I know.

But even worse was the betrayal written on Aiden’s face before he shut down.

When they enter a room and Knox locks the door behind us, I go limp.

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