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“It’s not because of you. At this point I’d love to find a way around it so I could win. But not at your expense.” Warrick left the most important part unsaid. I can pay it all back, however my current lifestyle will be forfeit, along with it my membership to the Old West Town Owner’s Association.
Colton’s voice came from the doorway. “Do I get to contribute to the salary pot and marriage proposal?”
“Sure.”
His best friend climbed on the bed behind Isabelle, kissing her like he loved her, which he did.
“I can’t believe you asked her to marry you without me here.”
“Sorry. I’m sleep talking right now.”
Colton kissed her. “Just know that I want to marry you, too. I want the three of us to share a permanent relationship. However we do it.”
“Good. Now that we’re all agreed on our future. I need to know one more thing.”
“What’s that?”
“You can have sex in your sleep, right?” Isabelle asked with a twinkle in her eye.
Warrick laughed. “I do it all the time. And you’re there with me.”
“Oh? Where?”
“Most frequently in my office, on my desk or sometimes under it.” He grinned at her as the memory of those fantasies filled his brain.
Isabelle beneath his desk, grabbing his cock barehanded to rub him into a ball-clenching climax, or better yet Isabelle with her bee-stung lips wrapped firmly around his cock, sucking him off as he tried to pretend nothing was going on below his belt to anyone else in the room.
Isabelle laughed. “You had your chance. I did my best to tempt you.”
“I know, and I blew it. But you would have been late for work.”
“True enough. I guess we both blew it. You blew it first though.”
He laughed and tickled her again. “Agreed. So, now what, kitten?”
“As I see it there are only two choices.”
“One more than I expected, but go ahead.”
She laughed. “Your choices are sex or sleep.”
Colton kissed the back of her neck. “I know what my choice is. Can you guess?” He cupped a hand beneath the curve of one breast, brushing a thumb across her peak.
Warrick kissed her mouth. “I’d like to take any mention of sleep foolishness off the list and press forward with the only viable choice.”
“Sex it is,” Isabelle murmured between further kisses.
* * * *
Memories of the night before filtered to her brain as Isabelle sat at her desk the next night. They’d gone a couple of rounds before allowing sleep to invade.
Her day had been unremarkable after waking up with first Colton when he left for his ranch, and then Warrick when he left for his office. She’d snuggled back into Warrick’s bed until midmorning, being a lazy bones.
The rest of her mind was filled with Warrick’s marriage proposal.
They wanted to marry her. The obvious solution was for her to simply marry Colton and then Warrick could stay unmarried until he turned sixty. Or she could reiterate her strong indifference over anything his family could possibly do or say to belittle her, sign the papers, and marry him so he could keep his money. That was what she wanted to do. Colton didn’t care one way or another.
She’d mentioned it during the second of two after-sex pillow talks. Colton had been fast asleep, as she and Warrick discussed the possibilities. He held firm to the notion of keeping her away from his family as much as possible.
Isabelle came to the realization that there was some principle involved because he didn’t seem to want to allow her to sign the prenuptial papers or let go of all the money if he married her without her signature.
Was there something else he’d failed to mention? Or perhaps being a powerful prosecutor made it difficult to lose a legal battle you’d spent a large part of your life involved in. She planned to be understanding and supportive regardless of his choices.
Warrick had also mentioned they were meeting her sister for a discussion over lunch. She agreed to join them. But the lunch had been postponed until the next day as Ari said she was getting new information to consider. Whatever.
The knock at her office door surprised Isabelle. She almost dropped her phone. “Come in.” She’d been about to call her boss, Gray, who was working late tonight for some strange reason.
She suspected it was partly to give her knowing looks because he was secure in his sex-dar capabilities that she was getting laid regularly and wanted to brag. Gray did have a skill.
Instead, at the door stood Sven. Her eyes narrowed at first, but he tapped his wristwatch. Oh right. She’d forgotten. It was time to make her final rounds through for the evening. Then she could hop on the nearest tunnel golf cart and ride to Warrick’s home. She already adored the privilege.
