Page 84 of Her Filthy Reverse Harem Romance Collection

The day after they left on business, Stefan had wanted to know my wildest fantasy. That led to all three jumping on the call and them watching me work myself to completion to the sounds of their husky voices. Gotta love video chat.

I blush at the memory and try to hide my face behind my mug. Tomas’ filthy words of encouragement. Maksym’s instructions. Memories are a beautiful thing.

“What has your face so red?” She tries for my phone but I move out of the way just in time.

“Nothing,” I lie and stick my tongue out. “So coffee, pizza, and Wick? It’s Valentine’s Day. Will you be mine?” I pucker my lips and bat my lashes Betty Boop style.

Piper sighs heavily. “I wish but I can’t. Sorry. I’m on my way out. Work called. I’m needed as a fill-in. Apparently, the other girl rushed off for a shotgun wedding.”

“Got it. Go, give those peeps a wild night. I’ll hang back. There will be other times.”

“Sure you don’t wanna come? It seems wrong to leave you here all alone, especially on the day of love. Wanna hang out a little while I tend the bar?”

I’m already shaking my head before she can get the rest of her sentence out. I doubt they would be there and I’m not looking for some quickie.

“Nah. I’m good.”

I wave her off and head for the shower the second she’s out the front door and the lock in place. I pause, backtrack and grab the black box with its frilly name. My phone chimes again and again.

“Sorry, boys. No wild fantasies tonight. Or any other night.”

All good things must come to an end.

Tomas

If she thinks she can dodge us, our gorgeous little geek has it all wrong.

I can’t believe how easy it is to pick her lock. After we teach our girl not answering her phone when we call isn’t an option, I’ll take personal gratification in teaching her self-protection is a top priority. And she’ll love every second.

Our soft, innocent, and sweet little nerd with her sexy glasses and sharp mind stole a part of me the first time I saw her sitting on a high-top stool with her friend.

I’d found a part of me with her. Maksym and Stefan have said as much too.

I exchange a look with my best friends and they know what I’m thinking.

“That was too easy,” Maksym grunts.

I nod. With a final glance behind us to make sure the nosy neighbors in her complex are keeping to themselves we all step inside and close the door silently behind us.

Darkness greets us, but a few feet beyond the front door I spot the glow of light from underneath a door.

We weave through the small two-bedroom apartment and draw up short at the sound of soft moans coming from the other side of her bedroom door.

“Are you sure this is her room?”

Stefan has a good point.

Carpet masks his steps to the other end of the hallway where there is another room. India’s or Piper’s, I don’t know, but we are about to find out.

Creaks of unoiled metal give away with Stefan swinging the door open.

“Empty. Not hers. Different perfume.”

My balls grow heavy as our girl’s sensual cries filter through the thin door.

“Oh, so good. Yes, yes. Right there.”

“Who the fuck is in there with her? Never mind, he’s dead.”

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