Page 42 of Spoiled by Daddy's 4 Dirty Friends

SOPHIE

As we get into the last elevator to the top of the Eiffel tower, Gunner complains again about the threat of rain in the air. I rub his belly as I fit myself to his side. He wraps his arm around me and I whisper in his ear.

“You could write a romance in Paris now,” I murmur. “And we could read it together.”

He kisses my forehead. “Don’t tempt me with a good time.”

“Nick could illustrate it too,” I say in his ear. “All the scenes. Which would mean we need to do a whole lot of posing.”

He turns my chin and kisses me. “I married the best woman.”

“Yes we did.” Nick agrees. “And I am absolutely ready to illustrate that.”

I giggle and take Nick’s hand. I don’t even bother to look at the other people in the elevator. I don’t care what they think. I would have a while ago, maybe. But I love my men and I don’t care what kind of looks we get when I accept affection from more than one at a time.

When we finally get up to the top and the view spreads out around us, my breath catches in my throat. There is somuchof Paris. The buildings glint white in the sun, broken up by roads, huge historic buildings, a fountain, the Seine. I cling to Gunner. “Wow.”

“That’s a running theme for Paris,” Roman says.

Since we’re all in one area, I have the guys turn around and take a picture of us in the Eiffel tower with the amazing view behind us. Roman holds the camera since he has such large arms and then snaps the photo.

I look at it and beam. “We’re getting this one framed.”

“Yes, dear,” They answer together.

I gape at them, then we all laugh. We walk around the top, enjoying the different views. Nick and Roman point areas out. Holden beams as he zooms in on a fountain. “I think that’s the Arche de triumph.”

“Wow. It felt like we were everywhere yesterday, but there’s no way to see all of Paris without being here for months.” I lean closer to the edge.

A hand wraps in the back of my shirt and I see Nick holding me tightly. I roll my eyes. “I can’t fall off.”

“Don’t care. It makes me feel better.”

I swoon for him all over again. After a while up there and seeing Holden’s camera move around is making me sick. We head down and I careen backward, trying to see the top of the Eiffel tower. Gunner keeps his arms under me so I don’t fall over and I snap a picture of him and the tip of the tower.

He grins and then scoops me up. I squeal as Holden swats my ass.

“You’re going to get people looking at us,” I complain.

“That’s all you, sweets. That squeal.”

He sets me down and pats my head. I kiss him, stealing his mouth in the most intense way I can steal him before I release him while patting his chest. Gunner just stares at me as I continue along a road. I wink at him and I see his eyes darken.

We head to a restaurant and get some food before we go see the Arche de Triumph. We take pictures like crazy, actually enjoy wandering and getting lost along the streets. I feel better knowing that Nick speaks French so if something could get us in trouble, he’d be there.

Not that anyone could grab me away from these four men. Holden made that clear back in Italy. And a part of me wouldloveto watch someone try to fight Roman. I haven’t seen Roman in a fight, but now … with that thought …

I bite my bottom lip as I imagine any of my men fighting on my behalf. It’s an instant turn on. I feel my body heat and then Gunner wraps his arms around me as Roman and Nick head inside to get us a snack.

“Where is your head at, sweets?” Gunner asks.

“In a very good place,” I tease.

He nibbles my throat. “Share.”

“Picturing you fighting for my honor. It’s hot.” I murmur. “Not that I want you to get into a fight, just … thinking about you effortlessly destroying some asshole who’s catcalling me or trying to grab my ass … I like it a lot.”

“So, I should go pick a fight?”

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