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“We’re idiots if we let her go.”
“Well then, we’ll just have to keep her.”
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Callie
Tummy full, she stretched out on the sofa between her two possessive men as her brain lazily followed the documentary on screen. Per Elias’s orders, they’d chosen something deliberatelynon-stimulating, which meant between the engineering docuseries and the stroke of Evander’s fingers through her hair, she was a limp heap of bliss.
Add in the foot massage from Elias, and she was in heaven.
Outside, the world was cold and white. The snowfall had slowed, but more than a foot had fallen since they’d gotten back to the hotel.
Here, she was warm, comfortable, relaxed.
“Nine o’clock,” Evander murmured.
Who cared about time? If it stopped forever in this moment, she’d be perfectly happy. Floating in contentment, her body carefree, her mind somewhere over…there.
“Time for bed, Callie.”
Ugh. That meant a spanking first, and her bottom wasn’t feeling particularly kinky tonight. Besides, why was it always her butt that took the beating when it was her mouth getting her into trouble?
With a soft moan of protest, she rubbed her cheek against Evander’s hard thigh.
“Twenty-one. Twenty-two. Twenty-three.”
Her eyes popped open in alarm, locking on Elias as he counted. “What are you doing?”
“Adding to your tally. Twenty-four.”
Goddamn it, this time it wasn’t even her mouth at fault. “Stop counting.”
“It’s bedtime. Go to the bathroom, do what you have to, and meet us in the bedroom.” He quirked a dark eyebrow. “Twenty-five.”
Jesus, he wasn’t going to give an inch, was he? Grumbling under her breath, she managed to push herself off the couch, out of her comfortable space, and stand. “Fuck me, you’re strict.”
His grin was slow, devilish, and lit up his eyes. “Thirty.”
After that, she didn’t hang around. Her feet were already hurrying toward the bathroom, where at least she could hide behind the door. Because she was in there, she decided she might as well pee and wash up. Giving her teeth a ten-minute brushing wasn’t excessive, was it?
Finally, slightly terrified that her count was growing without her knowledge, she took a bolstering breath and padded her way to the bedroom.
The massive bed was already occupied by the big, blond giant who held her heart. Shirtless, with only his boxers offering any modesty, Evander sat with his back against the solid headboard.
His dark counterpart waited at the foot of the bed, again shirtless. Elias, however, was still wearing his pants, although the button and zipper were undone.
For older men, they were certainly spectacular examples of the male form.
“Come here, little one.”
Callie hesitated, her gaze roaming over the bed, over Elias, searching for anything he might use on her. A cane, a flogger, a belt. He’d promised he wouldn’t—he knew her limits—but surely a sadist needed that extra pizzazz during a punishment.
Seeing nothing untoward, she stepped in his direction.
“Good girl, come on.” He held out his hand, steady as a rock.
Her fingers slipped over his palm, and then she was captured by a firm grip.
