Page 129 of Tempted By her Daddies

“Who said they would be conversations,” Alexei replied.

If they weren’t going to talk through their emotions and feelings, then what did they plan to do?

Actually, perhaps she was better off not knowing what they planned to do.

“Um. Right,” she replied.

Roman reached over and grasped hold of her hands. Shoot, she hadn’t even realized she’d been clenching them until he forced them to relax. Then he turned them over, clucking his tongue as he examined the red marks on the palms of her hands.

“You hurt yourself.”

“It doesn’t hurt,” she countered.

“Well, it looks like it does,” he replied. “And I don’t like it so you will stop.”

Yikes.

That was definitely a stern tone. As she looked up, she saw Alexei giving Roman an interested look before his blue gaze moved back to her, piercing her.

“Sorry,” she whispered.

“Are you saying sorry because you hurt yourself?” Alexei asked. “Or because you let Salem make you come in the bath?”

“Um. Both.”

“You better not be apologizing for coming for me,” Salem growled at her.

Oh shit.

She was failing on all sides. She just didn’t want anyone to be upset with her.

Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath. This was ridiculous! Why did she care so much?

But she did . . .

“I’m sorry I’m so terrible at this.”

“You are not terrible at this,” Roman told her fiercely. “Look at me. Look at me, Tamsyn.”

She opened her eyes, staring into his gray ones. The look on his face was firm. There was no hesitance.

“You are not terrible at this. This is all new. Have you ever had a relationship with three men before?”

“Uh, no.”

She’d never had a relationship with anyone before.

“Then why do you think you should immediately know what to do or say? Why do you immediately think you’re terrible at it? There are three of us. Maybe we’re the ones who are crap at it.”

Her mouth dropped open. Them? But they were amazing at everything.

“I think you’re blowing this all into something bad and it’s not. I’m glad you trusted Salem to bring you to pleasure. Did you enjoy yourself?”

She groaned and buried her face in her hands.

“What?” Roman asked.

“I can’t believe you asked me that,” she cried.

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