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My face looks better. The bruises still hurt, but Helen tipped me off on a particular brand of concealer that does a wonderful job, allowing me to go out in public without feeling like I need to wear giant sunglasses.

“Oh, good, you’re home!” Kellan exclaims as he comes into the foyer to greet me.

I’ve been out looking for some new fabrics for the Masons’ curtains—one last favor after they’ve already paid me in full. They were so nice to me, I simply couldn’t refuse their request to help them with this small but important detail for their home. I’m still in my work jeans and sweater, but I always feel devastatingly gorgeous whenever my men look at me.

“I’m home, indeed,” I giggle as he takes me in his arms and kisses me.

“Come on, you have to see this,” Kellan replies.

Fallon and Luke come out of the study, both of them smiling like excited little boys.

“You’re gonna love it,” Luke says.

“Love what?” I ask as both he and Fallon take turns kissing me. It’s our welcoming ritual, a habit I enjoy more and more each day as they make me feel like an integral part of their lives with every single gesture, every glance, every word and touch they bestow upon me. I struck gold with these three.

“What’s going on?”

“Come on,” Fallon chuckles and takes me by the hand.

We rush up the stairs, and I laugh as we go into the residential wing. At the far end of a wide hallway, past the paintings and overflowing vases filled with peonies and fragranced roses, a room awaits. I find myself walking through the double doors of a sprawling master bedroom.

“Wait,” I say, stopping in the middle of this wonderful corner of heaven. “Guys, I don’t remember this room. What am I missing?”

Kellan closes the doors behind us with a devilish smile on his handsome face, while I look around and take in every single detail. It’s a massive space with tall French windows. The curtains are splendid layers of soft green and pale yellow brocade. The floor is covered in a thick layer of gold-flaked plush carpet that has me slipping out of my boots and socks so I can feel the softness on my bare feet.

The entire room has been painted in a delicate green with white crown molding, while the furniture sports a royal cherry stain with a perfect, lacquered finish. The giant bed holds a massive canopy with dainty lace curtains flowing smoothly under the warm, golden light of the Tiffany-style chandelier, while the fully fitted bar greets us with an exquisite display of Bohemian crystal glasses and what I can only describe as a limitless supply of freshly chilled champagne.

“What is all this?” I ask.

Luke heads over to the bar and pours me a glass of champagne. I take a long sip as Fallon proceeds to take his clothes off. Kellan is halfway through with unbuttoning his shirt.

“It’s our playroom,” Luke says, watching me with hungry, blue eyes. “Our world away from the world. We had it redecorated while you were busy with the Masons’ house.”

“You could’ve told me. I would’ve decorated it for free,” I quip.

Kellan grins as he loses the last of his clothes, his cock hard and swollen with desire. “This was our surprise for you. It would’ve spoiled the whole thing if we’d told you, don’t you think?”

“Right.” I chuckle and finish my champagne in one generous gulp. Luke takes the glass back to the bar, then proceeds to remove his clothes, as well. “It’s beautiful. I doubt I would’ve done a better job, truth be told.”

I’m the only one still dressed as my three men surround me, hard and ready and eager to claim every inch of my body and soul.

“I’m glad you like it because we’re gonna use it. A lot,” Fallon says.

They help me out of my clothes, covering me with kisses. “I love you,” I whisper as Kellan takes one nipple in his mouth. “I love that you thought of doing this for us.”

Fallon stands behind me, so close that his cock is neatly nestled between my buttocks, the tip already tasting the juices dripping from my aching, ravenous pussy. My breasts perk up, tender and hyper-sensitive as Kellan takes his sweet time massaging and kissing them, licking and suckling the nipples until they’re pink and hard.

“Oh, God,” I manage, letting my head rest on Fallon’s shoulder as Luke’s hand slips between my legs.

“You’re always so fucking ready, baby,” Luke growls as he finds my clit swollen and in desperate need of release. His fingers deftly work me into a frenzy while Kellan squeezes my breasts and Fallon rubs his cock against my slick opening, then playfully bites into my shoulder.

Their touch causes millions of fires to ignite everywhere—across my skin and deep within. My core rumbles and my body shakes as I come from Luke’s incessant handiwork. Fallon spears me with his cock at the same time, eager to feel me grip him as he plunges deeply into me. I gasp from the sheer size of this man, stretching and welcoming every glorious inch as he bends me over to thrust deeper still.

Kellan awaits, and I take him in my mouth, then Luke. It’s a pleasure to service my men in every way that I can. I love holding their cocks as I lick and suckle them like delicious lollipops while Fallon pounds into me, harder and deeper until I come again. I’m dripping wet and coming apart at the seams.

We end up on the bed as evening falls over the mansion.

I’m sweating and crying out in sheer ecstasy as I ride Luke into the sweetest madness. Kellan straddles his leg, settled behind me and joining Luke inside. I’m stretched beyond belief, filled with two gorgeous cocks as Fallon stands above, both hands gripping the canopy’s wooden frame as he deep throats me into oblivion.

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