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“What else have they done? They wouldn't have just kept a bank account or two open in her name. There has to be more.”
“I was wondering that too. I think we all are.” Flynn pulled back and gestured to the stairs up to the main deck. “Why don’t you come upstairs? The guys want to talk.”
I sighed, not wanting to leave his arms just yet. But I’d known it was coming. It’d been a whirlwind of emotion and activity since I’d downloaded the data a few days ago in Monaco. I couldn’t even say how long ago it was. We’d gotten the data, and the boys distracted me with food and sleep, threatening to tie me to the bed without the happy ending if I dared do any more work. I’d woken later in the day and wandered out into the living room, wrapped only in the white bedding, to a murmured conversation.
“We need to get the glasses back.” Ezra rubbed his temples. His hair stood up on end as if he’d run his hands through it over and over.
“How?” Ry asked. “You’re not seriously talking about breaking in—”
Tristan vetoed the idea before Ry even had a chance to finish the sentence. “Absolutely not.”
I smirked at my guys. My professorhole had come a long way in a very short period of time, but that cautious, protective streak of his was still very much a part of who he was.
“I can do it,” I interrupted from the doorway. Four sets of eyes turned to me, each with varying degrees of concern, disbelief, and outright disapproval painted on their faces. I huffed out a laugh. “Relax. I’m not talking about breaking in anywhere.” I crossed the room and planted my butt on Ry’s lap. I batted my lashes at him when he raised an eyebrow in an “Are you comfortable there?” kind of expression, and then I grinned when he wrapped an arm around my hips to hold me steady.
“Moragreiga gave me his card. Told me to look him up for a good time. How about I invite him over—”
Tristan’s growl was hot as hell, but it was Ezra and Ry who made me bark out a laugh. Their simultaneous “Fuck, no” had me giggling and holding my hands up in a stopping gesture before they tore Moragreiga’s sleazy but innocent head off.
“Just to talk business.” I clarified. “I wouldn’t sleep with him if he was the last person on earth. But if I can get him here to talk business, he’ll hopefully show me some opportunities, chat about what the bank has to offer if he thinks I’m qualified, and once we’re finished, he’ll take his glasses off—”
Flynn narrowed his eyes, but I knew it wasn’t in annoyance with me. He’d confessed as I was lying in bed, being forced to nap that he’d hated feeling powerless to protect me when Moragreiga had felt me up.
“If he gets any ideas about taking anything else off—”
He balled his hands into fists, his knuckles turning white. I reached for him, closing my hand over his, and replied, “I give you permission to cut it off.”
“It could work,” Ezra mused. “We just have to do the swap exactly like we did at the ball.”
“But it can’t be you or Ry. He can’t see or hear either one of you. If he does, he’ll know something’s up,” I warned.
“So, Tristan?” Flynn asked.
“I was thinking you, actually.” I bit down on my lip and let myself linger on his sexy, lithe body. “Sex clearly distracts him. If he thinks I’m easy and he has a chance, he’ll be focussed on that not on his glasses.” I flicked my attention to Tristan and hummed happily when his intense gaze seared my insides, want coiling low in my belly.
“I’m sure I’ve got something that will show a little too much tit. If he gets an eyeful after he takes his glasses off, it’d give Flynn the perfect opportunity to swap them over while his attention is snagged.”
Flynn growled and fell to his knees. As he moved over to us, he said, “Business associates don’t flash each other.”
I shrugged, pursing my lips. I’d used sex as a weapon in the past. What difference was there using it now?
I had my answer when Flynn narrowed his eyes at me and spread my knees open, reaching for the feather down duvet and tugging on it until my naked body was on display for them. “These breasts are ours. This pussy is ours.”
He pressed a kiss to my mound before licking my slit and letting his fingers drift down to circle my pucker.
“This arse—ours. He doesn’t get a single part of you.”
“Never,” I promised breathily, my clit pulsing as Flynn flicked his tongue over it while he spread my juices from my aching cunt down to my hole.
Ry shifted underneath me, his hard cock pressing against my back, and I moaned, spreading myself open and inviting them to take. Flynn obliged, sliding the tip of his thumb into my arse. He brushed his fingers against my cunt before he pressed inside, licking and sucking on my clit. I moaned.
He hummed, the vibration shooting sensation straight through me. My channels gripped him tight, trying to keep him in place as my body started its climb to nirvana. Being naked in front of them all ramped me up, but Flynn’s touch had me racing to the finish line.
“Tristan, Ez,” Ry growled. “Give your girl what she needs.” I nearly came apart at his words, my cunt clenching as I cried out. Flynn’s moan against my clit sent a shivery kind of electricity through my veins. My nipples peaked and my hips thrust up, seeking more as my body reacted.
Ry hadn’t claimed me, but he wasn’t shying away from group sex either.
“Take my arse,” I begged Ry, reaching up and threading my fingers through his hair. He sucked a mark onto my throat and growled, but said nothing more as Tristan strode over and claimed my lips in a bruising kiss. My nerve endings went haywire, the sensation of three mouths on me overwhelming.
