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Did he mean they didn’t have sex with single, available women? Or they didn’t have sex with their boss? Because she knew that wasn’t true. “Conner didn’t seem to have a problem ‘doing things’ that way,” she said almost mockingly.
His eyes narrowing, Oliver asked, “What do you mean?”
Shoot. She’d stuck her foot in her mouth, hadn’t she? What brother would want to enjoy his brother’s sloppy seconds? Not that anything about Sabrina was sloppy. She hit the gym several times a week, and she only allowed herself one cheat day that she tried never to go overboard on. She was in great physical shape, if she did say so herself. But that didn’t mean a man wanted to share in another man’s pleasures, especially if those men were related.
“Nothing,” she dismissed, wishing she hadn’t opened her big, fat mouth. Now she wouldn’t get to sample the rest of the brotherly trio. “Forget it.”
He moved closer, pegging her with his intense stare. “Did you fuck my brother?” he asked, and the way he said it, without any anger or hostility, but just simple curiosity, made Sabrina confess a breathy “yes.”
He watched her for a lingering moment before a small fraction of what could be called a smile appeared. “That asshole. I fucking knew it,” he murmured.
Sabrina frowned again, this time deeper. What was he going on about?
“Look, I don’t want to cause problems between you,” she said, trying to fix any problems that might arise out of this whole crazy situation. “It was a one-time thing, a mistake, and I take total responsibility for it. I’ll understand if you and your brothers want to leave the company, just please don’t allow this to come between you. A bond like you have shouldn’t be severed over something like sex with the wrong person.”
“Wrong person?” he asked, his head tilted.
“Me. I mean me,” Sabrina clarified. Okay, this was getting uncomfortable. Grabbing the corner of the duvet, she flipped it aside, prepared to get up and out of bed and issue that apology she swore she wouldn’t give, but Oliver stepped up and in her way.
“You got that all wrong,” he said softly, reaching out to touch a single finger to her lips, which parted as she looked up at him, unsure of what he meant or how to proceed.
Something was different. The energy in the air had changed. But rather than cooling off as one might expect in a situation like this, she felt the heat increase, stir…thicken. Even if her mind was confused about what was going on here, her body already seemed to know. She felt feverish, inflamed, and that burning, tingling feeling between her legs had returned, demanding relief. If she’d been alone, she would have taken care of it herself, but it would have been a poor substitution for the man in front of her.
“Tell me what you want,” Oliver requested, his gaze holding hers captive.
“You,” she said honestly.
“And Conner?”
Her words floundered for a moment, caught between telling the truth and lying in order to avoid the potential and probable fallout, but Sabrina was listening to that little voice inside of her that was saying it was okay to be honest, that it was what he wanted.
“Him too.”
That fraction of a smile grew, as if he was pleased with her answer. “And what about William?”
He was just as hot as Oliver and Conner, and she could see herself with him, riding him, if given the chance. “Him too,” she repeated.
Now, Oliver’s smile was full, brilliant, and inspired confidence. He…liked her answers. Again, Sabrina was filled with confusion. What did it all mean? What was going to happen next?
Bending down, Oliver hunched over her to kiss her lips. “What would you say if I told you we all want you too?”
A little laugh popped out of her. “I would say that I already know that.” It was obvious. The way they each looked at her, watched her, it couldn’t be denied.
“Good,” he said firmly, then rose up again and began walking toward the door.
Sabrina felt an immediate sense of loss, followed quickly by a flash of fear. What was he going to do?
With his eyes on her, Oliver opened the door and called out to the next room. “Conner? William? Could you come in here please?”
He left the door ajar and returned to Sabrina’s side, urging her to move over and allow him to sit on the bed beside her. Taking her hand in his, he laced his fingers with hers just as his brothers entered the room and took a wide stance at the foot of the bed.
“Did you two have a chance to talk?” Conner asked Oliver.
“Some. Not everything though.” His tone hardened, but not angrily—playfully. “Unlike you, brother. You’ve been keeping secrets.”
“You told him?” Conner asked Sabrina at the same time William asked, “What secrets? What am I missing?”
Sabrina stayed mute, unsure once again how to proceed.
