Yes.
Maybe in the future.
“The wedding was so beautiful.”She twirled through the living room of their accommodation. “Wasn’t it lovely?”
Salem watched with an indulgent smile as she twirled her way over to the sofa.
“Be careful,” Alexei barked.
“There really isn’t a lot of room in here for dancing,” Roman worried.
But she landed elegantly on the sofa.
“The whole day has been amazing. Someone did my hair! And make-up! Like in a fairytale!” She flung her arms out. “So. Romantic.”
“And you look so beautiful,” Salem said in a husky voice.
“Don’t I?” she replied.
“SB. So Beautiful,” Roman told her with a smile.
She gasped again, her hand on her chest. “You’re using acronyms. I love acronyms.”
“I know what else you love,” Alexei said.
Please don’t say his cock. Please don’t say his cock.
They did not need this romantic moment to be interrupted by Alexei’s dick.
“What’s that?” she asked as Alexei kneeled by the couch.
He leaned forward. “Angel kisses.”
She closed her eyes as he gave her some angel kisses. Then he actually kissed her, putting his hand around the back of her neck.
Damn it. Salem should have done that.
Idiot.
“Although I still want to know what MGB stands for,” Alexei said.
She smiled. “I think I should keep that one to myself.”
“Oh, I don’t think so. Not unless you want to be tickled.” He started to tickle her. She screamed, giggling and gasping for breath.
“Mr. Grumpy Butt!” she cried. “It’s Mr. Grumpy Butt!”
He grunted. “That should be a spanking offence.”
“No way!” she cried.
He grinned and winked at her.
“We have something to ask you,” Salem said, moving on onto his knees next to Alexei and shoving him over slightly.
Roman kneeled next to him as she sat up straight, staring at them with wide eyes.
“Are you asking me if you can all have sex with me?” she asked breathlessly.