“Maybe another time, huh?” Alexei murmured.

“What is another time?” Roman asked, looking confused.

“Bunny is thinking of all the ways I could gag her.”

“With a . . . gag?” Roman asked.

“Yeah. A gag like my cock.”

Roman’s eyes widened. “Uh, right. Well . . . how would that work while writing lines, though?”

Was he seriously thinking about the logistics? Was that big brain of his picturing her sucking on Alexei’s dick while trying to write lines?

And now that was the image filling her brain. And she wasn’t certain that she could get rid of it.

“What if she sucked and rested the book against my stomach? Or thigh?” Alexei asked.

“Hmm. No, I think that would be awkward,” Roman said. “It might be better for you to sit on the table with your legs parted and for her to write on the paper resting on the desk between your legs. Provided she could see, that is. We might have to act that out.”

“I don’t think that’s necessary right now,” Salem said, breaking through Roman’s train of thought. “Right now, Tamsyn needs to write her lines and not interrupt us again unless it’s to say her safeword or that she needs a break.”

Right.

Okay.

How the heck was she meant to concentrate now? She turned back to her book. She still felt bad that the three of them were cleaning up her mess. But who was she to stop them?

They were grown men who could do what they wanted.

About halfway through the lines, she’d had enough. She hadn’t realized how annoying it would be to write the same thing a hundred times.

It was sooo boring.

She sighed and glanced around at the guys. They’d finished cleaning. Surely one of them would show her some sympathy and let her off.

Most likely that person would be Roman. But just as she laid her eyes on him, Alexei stepped into her line of sight. He pointed at the book in front of her, then leaned down, his mouth brushing her ear.

“Keep going,” he ordered. “You don’t want Salem to notice you stopping again. Or you’ll be sitting on a hot bottom and finishing the rest of those lines.”

She groaned quietly but got back to work before Salem reappeared.

As she worked, her brain churned over everything that had just happened.

Part of her couldn’t believe she’d agreed to a relationship with the three of them.

Was she crazy?

This would never work.

You weren’t supposed to get close to them, you idiot.

And now she didn’t know how to keep herself under control around them.

Three men.

It was nuts, but what was more insane was the level of trust she had in them. She was going to give them a big part of herself, and she didn’t know if she could even do that.

It was such a dumb idea. Ifhefound out how she felt about them, thenhe’dmake her use it against them.