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He stood and walked naked to the ensuite, scooping up his jeans on the way and giving me a beautiful glimpse of his ass. Good Lord, what an ass. He was gloriously sexy, and funny, and strong.

“Are you alright, lass?” Derek asked, and I turned to see him watching me, his face inches from my own.

“I don't know,” I said honestly. It was the truth. My body felt satiated, full and complete in a way that I'd never experienced before, but all the other problems, the ones to do with cold hard logic and messy emotions, were still there on the periphery. Great sex didn't make them go away, more's the pity.

“We didn't hurt you, did we? Harris is enthusiastic,” he grimaced a little, and I laughed.

I shook my head. “No way. That was something else. Something spectacular. It's what you said about choosing.”

Harris walked back into the room, catching the end of my statement. “There's no need to think about that now, lass. No need to think about it at all. We will do what we want until it no longer feels right. There is no need to psychoanalyze everything like Doc Mac over there. Although, I'm not gonna lie to you lass, I don't want to have to see his naked ass every time I want to make love to ye either.” He bent down and scooped me up into his arms. “The bath is ready.” He carried me into the ensuite. “Check the temperature first, I don't want ye to cook.”

I dangled my fingers into the water and smiled up into his handsome face. “Perfect.”

He laid me gently in the clawfoot tub, and I sank down into the deep water. I let out another deep moan.

“Ye keep making noises like that, and I’m going’ta get in there with you,” Harris groaned. I gave him a saucy smile. My inner sex kitten had broken her leash and was on the prowl. His eyes got heated, but luckily for my bath, we were saved by Derek.

“I'll go down and make us a bite to eat. Do you want tea or coffee? Maybe a wee dram?”

I shuddered at the idea of more whisky after our last impromptu binge drinking session. “Tea, please.” Derek raised a brow at Harris. “Aye, tea would be grand.”

I sighed and sunk deeper into the bath. “A girl could get used to this,” I said on a contented sigh.

He ran a calloused finger down my cheek, then down my chest and between my breasts. He stood up and dropped his pants, climbing into the tub with me. “I'd start getting used to it now, lass.” Then he kissed me.

Chapter Six

I took Harris’s advice and just lived each day as if it were my last on earth. It was strangely liberating really, giving myself permission to do whatever felt good, as long as it wasn't hurting anyone.

We were getting to the tail end of the project. The castle itself had been restored, and Harris’s crew had finished off the refurbishment of the third floor where the suites would be. While they moved on to adding ensuites to the rooms on the next floor down, it was Derek's time to shine as we locked in the different themes for the suites. It had been harder than expected, narrowing it down to five. We'd decided on rooms that catered to the more standard proclivities; an S&M room done in deep reds and blacks. An exhibitionist room with a whole mirrored wall that faced into a viewing room. Guest could choose to unlock the door or not, inviting people to watch at their own discretion. The Wet Room, which had sealed stone doors, a giant tub, a shower with 7 different adjustable heads and polished wooden furniture, hand made into curving shapes that helped aid flexing the body into pleasurable positions. This room was for our clients with...messier desires. The fairytale room was great also, designed that it could be converted to cover any kind of role-playing fantasies you might have, including a stripper pole. The interior designer had nearly had a stroke trying to fit a stripper pole artfully into a high end designed room.

We had covered most of our potential clients needs with different items available off the “room service” menu, covering every kink that Derek or I could think of, and just the more generic sexual needs. I was positive that we hadn't covered every kink, because every person was unique. But hopefully we could cover most requests. We had everything from bondage kits to elaborately decorated cakes. I wasn't going to lie, that last one confused me. At least until Derek went the bakery, brought me back a beautifully decorated white cake with vanilla buttercream icing. He'd placed it on the kitchen table, stripped off my clothes, bent me over the table and fucked me like we were crazed teenagers, one hand wrapped in my hair, tilting my head back so the peaks of my breast were mooshing into the cake. When we rode out my first orgasm, he flipped me over, leaned me back into the cake and fucked me harder while licking the buttercream icing off my breasts. After the echo of our releases quieted, I returned the favor, eating the delicious, if now slightly destroyed, cake off the hard muscles of his abs, then licked buttercream icing off his cock until the salty taste of his cum mixed with the sweet delicateness of the icing.

Seriously, research and development had never tasted so good.

Now we stood in what we'd dubbed the “Jungle Room” that was focused around bondage. The interior designer had decorated in shades of deep green, with a huge faux fur zebra rug that I was a little in love with. The bed was a four-poster made from bamboo, white netting giving the illusion of a jungle camp. I thought it might look a little dorky, but the designer had done an amazing job. It looked like a jungle paradise, even with the bamboo cage in the corner. The designer, Etta, hadn't even blinked when we said she need to include a cage of some sort. Pretty sure she'd become jaded after the pole incident.

Harris stood there in his toolbelt, ladder in hand, waiting for Derek and me to decide where to install the swing. The sight of him in a toolbelt and tight shirt made my ovaries do back flips. So hot. We’d installed d rings in different places around the walls, so our clients could handcuff their partners in different positions around the room.

“I think above the rug. It's got good clearance and then you can just drag your lover down and make love to them on the zebra skin rug,” Derek murmured.

That reminded me I needed to get someone in to scotchguard…well everything. The cleaners for this place were going to be the highest paid cleaners in the country.

“Sounds good,” I agreed, and watched as Harris set up his ladder and climbed to the top rung. I appreciated the view of his tight ass in well-worn jeans way too much. Derek passed up the chains for the swing, and then they worked together to adjust the height. Harris climbed back down and tugged at the chair, ensuring that it was affixed properly.

“Are ye gonna test it, Aili?” There was heat in his eyes.

I gave him a mock stern look. “It's been a long day.”

“Aye.”

“There might still be workmen around,” I protested.

“Aye.” He stepped closer.

I looked to Derek, but he was just grinning as he walked toward the door and locked it. I looked out the window, but it was already pitch black. It got dark earlier now. My argument had been weak. There was no way there were any workmen still here. Heat lit up my core despite the tiredness of my limbs.

I hadn't slept alone since the guys moved in, and I'd wake up with a head between my thighs or my hand wrapped around some morning wood, or just tangled in so many limbs it was hard to extract myself. Normally, though, I only slept with one of them. Three in the bed was not conducive to sleep. Actually, since that first time, we hadn't had three-way sex, which was fine. They were separate people, and I loved getting to know them, and their sexy bodies, one on one. But the idea of them fucking me together, with that perfect synchronization they managed to achieve, just sent lightning to my lady bits.

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