Tempted by her Daddies: Chapter 29

Tamsyn woke up, a scream on her lips as she sat up.

But she guessed that she hadn’t let it escape when no one raced into the room to check on her.

And that wasn’t disappointment she felt. It couldn’t be. It had to be relief.

She lay back down, breathing heavily. What was that dream about?

It had to be from her childhood. But which nightmare it was, she couldn’t be sure.

As she lay there, she started to feel chilled. Her heart was still racing and her stomach rolled nauseously.

And she really didn’t like the fact that she was alone.

Which was ridiculous considering that she was always alone.

Except for last night. Because Roman had fallen asleep next to her and she’d woken to Alexei in her room.

So why weren’t they in here tonight?

That wasn’t very nice.

Was it something she’d done? But what could she possibly have done? Was she horrid to sleep next to? Maybe she kicked or snored or . . . had smelly breath.

Why wouldn’t they tell her that, though?

That seemed awfully rude.

And what about Salem? How come he wasn’t here? He hadn’t been here last night either.

Oh, unless he kicked and snored and had smelly breath.

Hmm. Maybe that was it.

Still . . . she didn’t care about that stuff.

She just wanted cuddles.

Tamsyn groaned.

Cuddles?

Really?

But it was true. All she really wanted was a great big cuddle.

However, it seemed she was going to have to go and find someone to give her the cuddle she wanted.

Rude, really.

She climbed out of bed in a huff and drew on Alexei’s sweater. It was like an oversized dress on her.

But who to go and find?

Shoot.

She didn’t want to wake anyone up. That seemed rude and unnecessarily needy.

Tamsyn thought she was likely already hard work for them all. She didn’t want to do anything to overstay her welcome.

But she couldn’t sleep now. That was the thing about these nightmares. They stole her ability to find peace.

So she decided to head downstairs. Maybe she could work out for a while. She grabbed her own clothes, which someone had thoughtfully washed.

Probably Salem.

He seemed the most likely of the three to wash her clothes for her.

After pulling on her clothes, she headed down to the gym. Hopping on the treadmill, she set off at a fast pace.

Outrunning her demons never seemed to work. But perhaps she might tire herself out enough that she might be able to sleep again.

She ran until she slipped into the zone where she wasn’t thinking, she wasn’t worrying.

Her brain was just empty.

Bliss.

Until a large man suddenly appeared in front of her, reaching over to push the speed down on her treadmill.

“Hey! What are you doing? I’m not finished yet,” she protested, reaching for the speed button.

But he brushed her hand away. “You’re done.”

“No, I’m not.”

“If I say you’re done, you’re done.” Alexei slowed it right down until she was walking.

She heaved for breath, her legs shaking.

Shit.

How long had she been running for? Maybe it was time to stop.

However, she wouldn’t admit that to him. No need to make his ego bigger than it was.

“You know, being this commanding isn’t necessarily attractive.”

He brought the treadmill to a stop and stepped behind her as she got off. As he wrapped an arm around her waist, he leaned his mouth down beside her ear.

“You like it. You find it attractive, even if you like to protest that you don’t.”

“Arrogance is also not an attractive quality,” she informed him haughtily.

Damn him.

How did he know that she found him attractive even when he was being an impossible, cranky meanie?

It really made her wonder about the state of her mind.

He chuckled. “You sure about that? You wouldn’t be lying right now, would you, naughty girl?”

Urgh.

She crossed her arms over her chest as he placed two fingers over the pulse on her neck.

“I’m fine.”

“Stay still and quiet. I’m checking your pulse.”

She thought it unnecessary but did as she was told as he counted her pulse rate.

“Fast,” was all he said before he lifted her off her feet. She was now dangling in the air, her back pressed to his chest.

And she wasn’t at all happy about it.

Nope.

All right, maybe her body liked it. Just a small bit.

Then she remembered that she’d just been running for . . . oh heck. She gaped at the clock. Over an hour?

No wonder her legs felt like jelly.

“Can you put me down? Please?” she added grudgingly.

“Good job remembering those manners,” he said.

Oh, what she wouldn’t give to smack him one. Not too hard, she didn’t actually want to mess up his face.

But just to wipe away some of that arrogance.

Oh, who are you kidding? You love that arrogance.

Wait. Love? That was going a bit far.

“And no.” He started moving toward the mats with her still dangling in the air while pressed against him.

“No? Hey!” She was pretty certain she could get him to release her.

But not without hurting him.

And there was a small part of her that was concerned she wouldn’t be able to best him. Alexei was big. Muscular. Sure, she had skills.

But she knew he did too.

So she simply kicked her legs and pushed at his arm ineffectively.

“Calm down,” he grumbled. “I’m not letting you go yet.”

They grew closer to the large mirror that was mounted on the wall in front of the mats.

Holy moly.

She looked absolutely tiny against him. And her feet were a good foot off the floor. The guy was a giant.

“Alexei! You can’t just pick me up and take me wherever you want me to go,” she complained.

“I didn’t hear you saying that earlier when I was rushing you to the bathroom,” he told her.

“That was different.”

She watched in the mirror as he raised an eyebrow. “It was?”

“Yes, I was in Little headspace.”

“Hmm. I guess so. Although I don’t think you were fully in Little headspace, were you?”

Shit.

She tried not to tense up. He might look like he was just the muscle of the three guys. Roman’s brain was incredible, it was so obvious how smart he was. Light years ahead of the rest of them. And Salem was no slouch. There was a reason he led teams and investigations. He could think ahead and calculate an outcome.

But she bet people underestimated this man. He might not be able to analyze and plan like Salem or be as tech savvy as Roman. However, he had the ability to read people.

And like her, that ability had probably been forged in childhood, under moments of extreme stress. Where your ability to read someone’s mood could be the difference between you waking up the next day or not.

Alexei was actually the one she understood the most and she wasn’t sure whether that was a good thing or not. Or how he’d feel about that if he ever found out.

“I think you can go further. I think you were holding back. And that maybe you were doing what you thought we wanted.”

“I . . . I . . .” Shit. What did she do? Try to bluff her way out?

But she knew he’d know she was lying. So what was the point? She should try to stick to the truth as much as she could about the things she could talk about.

She had enough lies to keep track of without adding to them unnecessarily.

“I didn’t really mean to,” she whispered. “I just . . . I want to go fully into Little headspace. I was trying.”

“Shh,” he soothed as he sat on the weight bench with her on his lap. From here, he was able to reach behind him to the mini fridge they kept in here. He grabbed a bottle of water and drew off the top. Then he held it to her lips.

She, of course, tried to take it from him. But he wouldn’t let her, giving her a look.

So she simply started drinking. It wasn’t worth her expending energy to argue.

But really, these guys were getting predictable.

Right. And you’re going to complain about that?

Uh. She most certainly was not.

“I’m not accusing you of faking it. I’m guessing it’s not that easy to just let go. You’re guarded and you haven’t been in a relationship with a Daddy Dom before, let alone three.”

He drew the bottle of water away from her mouth. Then, to her surprise, he kneeled on the mat and laid her on her back in front of him.

“Eek! What are you doing?” she asked.

“You need to stretch,” he explained, grasping hold of one leg and bending the knee to stretch it up against her chest.

Okay.

This wasn’t the normal way she stretched after a workout, but she was too surprised to protest.

And she didn’t really want to protest anyway.

“Wait, three? Roman isn’t a Daddy.”

He shot her a look. “He’s definitely a Top. Out of the three of us, he’s the one who worries the most about what is best for you. And then he’s going to make sure you do what’s best. And before you know it, you’ll be doing it.”

Right.

He was right.

Roman was subtler with his commands. He wasn’t a commander like Alexei or a general like Salem.

But he still got his way.

Quietly, stealthily.

Huh. Sneaky devil.

She was going to have to watch for him, because Roman was the type of guy to sneak under your radar.

Alexei continued to stretch out her legs. “I get why you’d hold yourself back. Even unconsciously. Letting go can be scary. But we aren’t going to let you fall, Bunny.”

“I’m not sure I know how to let go.”

He nodded as he let her legs go and leaned over her. His hands were on the mat on either side of her head while he kneeled between her legs. “You’ll know when the time is right. Your Little side might just completely take over. And she might surprise you.”

Oh, she had no doubt of that.

“Just know I’ll be here to catch you. I’m not going anywhere. And neither are you.”

That last part was said in a rather ominous tone. But before she could think of how to reply, his mouth was against hers.

She sighed happily, sinking into the kiss.

That was until he pressed his body against hers. And she remembered where she was. And that she was sweaty and gross.

He drew back, raising an eyebrow. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m all stinky and gross.”

Maybe she shouldn’t have pointed it out. Perhaps he hadn’t noticed.

Of course he’s noticed. How could he not notice? You’re sweaty and disgusting.

“Are you? I didn’t notice.”

“You totally noticed,” she said.

“Hmm, then I should have said that I don’t care. And if I don’t care, then you shouldn’t either.”

Dear Lord.

The man was next level.

“Really? So I can’t care that I’m sweaty and smelly while you smell and look amazing?”

“You’re saying that you don’t look amazing because of a bit of sweat?” he asked.

“Nah, you’re right. Of course I do. I’m irresistible.”

Alexei grinned. “You are. You’re also in trouble.”

She groaned. “How can I be in trouble this time? I haven’t done anything!”

“No?” He started kissing down her neck and she shivered in delight. “How about the fact that you’re supposed to be in bed, asleep? And instead you’re working out like a fiend? When you’re not supposed to be in the gym on your own?”

“I thought that rule was just about the weights bench,” she said breathlessly as he reached the top of her breasts.

“Well, it’s not. Especially when it’s the middle of the night and no one knows where you are. You could have hurt yourself and we wouldn’t have been any the wiser. Where is your phone?”

He drew off her sweater and T-shirt as he spoke. Then he reached behind her to remove her bra. Her nipples were hard points.

God, she needed him so much that it was ridiculous.

He wrapped his lips around one nipple and sucked.

She moaned, arching her back. But then he drew away suddenly. “Well? Where is your phone?”

“I . . . I don’t know. Upstairs, I guess.”

“Hmm.” He took her other nipple into his mouth and she ran her fingers through his short hair.

He drew back again and she let out a noise of protest. “Don’t stop!”

She no longer cared what state she was in. All she wanted was more pleasure.

He’d turned her into a greedy sex fiend.

“Poor Bunny. So needy, aren’t you?” he murmured. “If I pushed my fingers deep inside you, would I find you all wet and warm? I think I would. Tell me, do you need me to fill you up?”

“Yes,” she moaned.

Although, it had been a while for her.

And if Alexei was big all over . . .

“Don’t look so worried, Bunny. I’m going to take care of you,” he told her. “Put your hands above your head and keep them there. If they move, then I stop.”

Oh, dear Lord.

Please don’t let her move.

“Now, where were we? Oh yes, your naughtiness.” As he spoke, he drew off her pants and panties. She was now completely naked.

Her heart was racing as he moved his hands up the inside of her thighs, parting her legs. Her breathing grew faster.

“Easy, Bunny. Remember, at any time you can use your safeword without repercussions. Understand?”

She nodded.

He cupped her pussy with his hand and a small whimper escaped her.

More.

Please, more.

Then he parted her lower lips, studying her. Slowly, he ran his finger over her clit.

A shiver ran over her.

“Cold, Bunny?”

“No.”

He smiled. It had a slightly wicked look to it. “You are so beautiful, my bunny. Fragile yet strong. Capable yet vulnerable.”

Did he really see her like that?

“But also a bit naughty. Which I like. I like that you show me your sassy side. You know I’ll take care of you, don’t you? Even when you break the rules.”

“I wasn’t in danger.”

There went that eyebrow again. The thing had a mind of its own. It seemed to be the harbinger of doom, for her bottom anyway.

“No? You were running so fast and hard, so lost in your mind that you didn’t even hear me calling out to you.”

“You called out to me?” she asked, shocked.

“Several times. It’s dangerous to ignore the signals your body is sending you. You were sweating, getting dehydrated, losing electrolytes. Your muscles were likely burning, lungs heaving for air, and you didn’t register any of that. So, tell me, how long do you think you would have kept running before you stopped and gave your body what it needed?”

“I . . . I don’t know.” And she didn’t. Because she hadn’t even realized how long she’d been running for.

He was right. She hadn’t registered any of that. So would she have pushed herself too far?

Maybe.

He slapped his hand down on her pussy, making her cry out. The pain was mixed with pleasure and she didn’t know which one was going to win. Then he soothed her by cupping her pussy again.

“Stay where you are. Don’t move.”

She watched as he walked back to the fridge and grabbed an electrolyte drink this time. She wrinkled her nose and shook her head.

“What is it?” he asked.

“I don’t like those.”

“You don’t like this flavor? I have others.”

“No, I don’t like any of them.”

“Hmm, well you need to get some electrolytes back into you or you’re going to feel like shit. Drink half of this and I’ll go lighter on your punishment.”

She groaned. “Again, I don’t think that I broke a rule.”

“You put yourself in danger. Of injury or worse. That’s breaking the rules. Why did you get out of bed? Roman said you were asleep when he left. So you woke up and had the burning need to work out?”

“I woke up and couldn’t go back to sleep.” She shrugged. “It happens a lot.”

“Why didn’t you come to me? Or to Roman or Salem? Although Salem doesn’t do well when he doesn’t get enough sleep. The man goes to sleep every night at ten like a nana.”

“Is ten the official bedtime of a nana?” she asked with a grin.

“You’re right. Nanas probably go to bed later.”

“You’re terrible.”

“Terribly good looking, terribly smart, terribly right. I know, it’s a curse.”

“Is it?”

“No. Now drink that like a good girl and I’ll reward you by only making you wait a short while before you get to come.” Alexei held out the drink to her, but she didn’t move her hands.

“I’m not allowed to move my hands.” She wasn’t sure if it was a trick. But she wasn’t going to take that chance.

“You can move your hands. Although drinking on your back probably isn’t a good idea.”

He helped her sit and moved in behind her.

Tamsyn found herself resting back against him. He had his legs on either side of hers and her bottom was nestled in against his groin.

She attempted to sit up on her own, but he reached around and placed his large hand on her chest.

“Stay where you are,” he rumbled. “Sip.” He held the bottle up so she could drink from it.

Why did no one let her hold her own drinks anymore?

It was . . . kind of sweet. Overly protective.

And she couldn’t help but like it.

She hated the taste of the drink but she swallowed down several mouthfuls.

“That’s my good bunny. So obedient. That’s what I like.”

Tamsyn had to roll her eyes. She’d give him obedient. She didn’t know why she liked to push things so much with Alexei. In ways she wouldn’t with Salem or even Roman.

So she drew her head away. “I’m done.”

He clicked his tongue at her. “You’re done when I say you are, Bunny. Three more sips.”

She turned around so she was kneeling. Feeling bold, she smiled at him. “I’d rather suck on something else.”

A giggle caught her by surprise as his eyes widened. Finally, she’d managed to shock him.

She’d kind of shocked herself too. She’d never been like this before . . . and she certainly couldn’t recall giggling.

“Oh, do you?” He stood and then picked her up, making her cry out.

It’s Alexei touching you.

No one else.

She breathed through the urge to free herself by whatever means necessary.

“Bunny?” he questioned quietly. “Are you all right?”

“Yes. Sorry. Just caught me by surprise.”

He eyed her. “Have you been caught by surprise before?”

“I guess. Who hasn’t?” she asked as he laid her back on the weights bench. He kneeled down at one end and dragged her hips to the very edge before spreading her wide.

“I mean, in a way that wasn’t good,” he said.

Oh.

She didn’t want to speak about that. Because the answer would be too many times to count.

He watched her closely. She knew she had a good poker face, but it was getting harder and harder to hide her true thoughts around these guys.

“I get it,” he said finally. “When you’re ready, you’ll tell me.”

She let out a surprised breath. She’d expected him to push her. This seemed very un-Alexei.

“Of course, if you take too long, I’ll push for those details. And I won’t stop until I have them.”

And that sounded more like him.

Suddenly, he leaned in and, parting the lips of her pussy, took a long, slow lick.

She moaned. God, that felt so good.

“Fuck, you taste good. And I get to eat you as much as I desire. Especially since you were a naughty girl and now this has become a punishment.”

“Put it back, please.” She reached down, trying to grab his head, but he was out of reach.

The jerk.

“Hands above you.”

Oh. That so wasn’t fair. But she raised her hands over her head again.

God forbid that he should stop what he was doing.

He moved his mouth back to her pussy, flicking at her clit before pushing one finger deep inside her.

Her orgasm caught her by surprise. It was quick and sharp. Her breath stopped for a few seconds as she reveled in the feeling of floating. Then, to her surprise, she was turned over and placed on her knees on the mat with her upper body resting on the weights bench.

What was he doing?

She glanced down between her legs to find Alexei positioning himself on his back between her knees.

“What . . . what are you doing?”

“I want you to ride my face, Bunny.”

What? No! Did people do that?

Intrigue mixed with concern.

“Will I squash you?”

He reached behind her and slapped her ass. “Are you joking me? Because that better have been a fucking joke or I will take you over my lap right now and spank you until you can’t sit tomorrow.”

“Well, obviously it was a joke.”

It hadn’t been.

She thought it was a very real fear. How was he going to breathe?

“It is not up to you to worry about things like that,” he told her sternly. “That’s my job. Your job is to do what I tell you.’

She couldn’t help but roll her eyes.

Slap! Slap!

Ouch!

“Hey! I think my poor bottom has taken enough of a beating today. There should be a limit on how many spankings one girl can be given.”

He snorted. “There isn’t. Besides, you could barely call what I gave you earlier a spanking. Just a few smacks. Maybe I should have given you more, it might have helped your behavior.”

Rude.

There was nothing wrong with her behavior.

But before she could tell him that, he grabbed hold of her hips and drew her down to his mouth.

Oh. God.

That felt . . . incredible. She could hardly believe how different it felt in this position. His tongue thrust deep into her pussy, in and out before moving up to her clit to tease her. She tried to move, her instincts telling her to grind down on him, to get more friction. But he held her still and all she could do was hold onto the weights bench for dear life until she felt herself spiraling toward that orgasm.

Pleasure rushed through her, harder and more intense than the last orgasm. She closed her eyes, her cries filling the room.

It was too much.

And yet, not enough at the same time.

She barely felt him moving her, but when she opened her eyes again, she was sitting on his lap, cradled against his arm as he pressed the electrolyte drink to her lips. She opened her mouth without argument, drinking some down.

“Ahh, so the key to getting you to be obedient is orgasms? Good to know,” he teased.

She slapped his chest. He truly was terrible.

Then he set the drink aside and sat her on the weights bench.

Then he grabbed his sweatshirt that she’d worn down here, pulling it over her head. It was then that she realized how cold she was.

“You had no idea that you were getting cold, did you?”

“I . . . well, it must have just happened.”

He grunted and picked her up, cradling her against his chest. She wrapped her legs around his waist.

Well, she tried to. But he was so big that it didn’t really work and her legs ended up dangling against his sides.

“You had goosebumps. And your feet and hands are cold,” he grumbled as he carried her out of the room. “Remind me to talk to Roman about your circulation.”

“My circulation is fine! And Roman doesn’t need to be researching anything else about my care. He has enough going on.”

“Nothing that is more important than you,” he countered as he started up the stairs.

“Wait, where are we going?”

“To shower.”

Oh. Well, that made sense. Except . . .

“I left all my clothes in the gym.”

“So?” he countered.

“What if someone goes down to work out in the morning. They’ll see my bra and panties.”

“Hmm, and you’re worried that they’ll figure out that you were naughty and went to the gym when you weren’t supposed to?”

“I was thinking that they’d know we’d gotten up to something together.”

“So what if they do?” he asked as they entered his bedroom. He walked straight through to the attached bathroom and sat her on the counter.

Wow. The marble was so cold on her poor butt. She wrapped her arms around herself as he started the shower and turned back to her.

“Bunny, you know better than that,” he warned. “If they’ve got a problem with what we just did, they’ll come to me. And you aren’t to worry about it.”

“It doesn’t seem right, though,” she said worriedly. “I’m part of this too. I don’t want to upset anyone.”

“You aren’t going to upset anyone. We agreed to this sort of relationship with you. That means we all have to work at it and sort out our own issues with anything that happens.”

“And I should be a part of that.”

“Hmm. Let me think about that. Nope. Not for things like that. Jealousy, issues of who is spending time with you, getting you alone and being with you in a group concerns . . . all of that falls on us. There’s bound to be teething problems, but we can work that out. Besides, you’ve got enough to worry about, trying to stick to the rules and making sure you’re able to sit comfortably.”

He wasn’t wrong.

“If it’s something to do with me, though. Something I should change, then I want to know.”

“I’ll think about it.”

Dear Lord.

She rolled her eyes again.

“Did you roll your eyes at me?” he asked, placing his hands on the counter on either side of her hips.

“Who me? Nope.”

“I think you did.” He stripped off his sweatpants.

And wow. He wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

Be still her heart.

No, really. It was racing so hard it kind of hurt. And she wasn’t sure if it was in excitement or trepidation.

Because the man was BIG.

And yes, the word was in capitals, because she had thought he might be large, but she wasn’t expecting this.

He ran his hand over his dick. It was semi-hard and as he stroked it, the darn thing got even bigger.

“Does that . . . is that . . . will that . . . oh Lord.” How had she not noticed how big it was last night?

Probably because you were sucking on Roman’s cock.

Alexei let out a low chuckle.

It was evil. Pure evil.

“You don’t like what you see, Bunny?”

She swallowed. “I like it. It’s just . . . it’s . . .”

“Yes?” he questioned.

“So damn pretty.”

He stopped mid-stroke and she had to fight her laughter.

She’d gotten him!

Yeah, her shock in the beginning had been real. But then she decided to turn it against him.

“Pretty?”

“Sooo pretty. I don’t know what to do with such a pretty, pretty cock! Hey!” she cried as he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder.

Smack! Smack!

“Stop spanking me!”

“Stop being so cheeky.”

“You like it when I’m cheeky.”

“Yeah. I do. Except when you call my cock pretty.” He set her down on her feet next to the shower and caged her in against the wall.

She wouldn’t lie.

It was totally hot.

“But what else would I call it?” she asked breathlessly.

“Sexy. Hot. Fucking hard. Never pretty, understand?”

“I understand.”

Lord, he was hot. She didn’t know why, but she wasn’t scared or worried as he loomed over her. And it wasn’t because she had confidence in her ability to take him on.

No, it was because she knew that he wouldn’t truly harm her.

“Your cock is sexy, hot, and so, so hard.”

He gave a satisfied smile. “That’s better.”

“Can I touch it?”

“Yeah, Bunny, you can touch it.”

She wrapped her hand around it, running it up and down the length of him as he groaned.

“Fuck, Bunny. You have no idea how good that feels.”

If it was even half as good as his tongue felt on her pussy, then she had some idea.

“Enough of that.” He drew her hand away from his cock, then picked her up and carried her into the shower. “Time to pay the piper.”

To her shock, he knelt on the floor of the shower and then drew one of her legs up over his shoulder.

“What are you doing?” she cried, leaning back against the shower wall to keep herself from falling over.

“Eating.”

And that’s what he did. He sent her flying twice more before he got up and washed her.

Thoroughly.

Her legs felt like wet noodles by the time he got them both out of the shower and dried them off.

How many times was it possible for a person to come in one night?

When he carried her into the bedroom and laid her down on the bed, she didn’t think she had the energy to breathe, let alone move or think.

How was she going to get herself back to her bedroom?

“Can’t. Move. Carry me to bed.” She held up her arms, her eyes closing. Yes, she was aware of the irony. She’d been complaining in her head that they carried her everywhere and now she was demanding that she be carried.

In her defense, her entire body was floppy with exhaustion except for her poor pussy which was buzzing.

Almost to the point of being oversensitive.

Alexei drew the blankets back. “You’re staying here tonight.”

She opened her eyes, staring up at him in a daze. “I am.”

“You are. You’re not going anywhere.”

“Okay, boss man.” She saluted him.

“How is your pussy?” he asked.

“Closed for business.” She put her hand over her poor, abused pussy. Four orgasms was enough.

He shook his head. “Unfortunately, when you’re being punished, you don’t get to decide that.”

“This is the strangest punishment I’ve ever had. I can’t decide if I love it or hate it.”

“But I bet you’ll be able to sleep now, huh?” he said as he climbed in beside her and drew the covers over them.

She shivered and burrowed into his heat, letting him surround her. He was like a giant-sized hot water bottle. Even better because he could cuddle her back.

“You did this to help me sleep?” she asked, yawning. Her eyelids were too heavy to keep open and she let them droop closed.

Yeah. She thought she might just be able to sleep.

He gave her an angel kiss on each of her eyelids.

Oh, she really liked when he did that.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. This was punishment for getting up and using the gym on your own in the middle of the night instead of coming to me or one of the others.”

Uh-huh.

Okay, she believed him. But she also thought it had something to do with helping her sleep.

“How’d you know?”

“How did I know what?” he asked as he turned her on her side away from him.

She let out a small sound of protest, but then he wrapped himself around her back and she settled in with a sigh.

“How did you know I wasn’t in bed?”

“Because it seems I can’t sleep without having eyes or hands on you.”

She couldn’t stop herself from stiffening. “Really? But what will you do when I go back to my own apartment?”

“Who says you’re allowed to go back to your apartment?” he countered as he slid a hand between her legs and cupped her mound.

She sighed. Part of her wanted him to give her another orgasm and the other part of her didn’t think she could handle it.

Well, that her poor pussy could.

“You can’t stop me from returning to my apartment,” she told him.

“Watch me,” he whispered. “Now, go to sleep.”

Tamsyn wriggled around. “Don’t we need some clothes on?”

“Nope. New rule. No clothes allowed in bed.”

“What? I don’t know if you can make rules like that.”

“When you’re with me, no clothes in bed. Including underwear. Unless you’re in Little headspace, sick, or have your period.”

Well. She thought that over. But it seemed to be acceptable.

“Okay,” she said with a yawn.

“Hmm, orgasms make you more agreeable too. Noted.”

She huffed out a sigh, too tired to even think about rolling her eyes at him.

“Aren’t you gonna move your hand?”

“Nope. I’m going to keep my hand where it is. That way, you won’t be able to move away without me knowing. I think I need to keep hold of you.”

She could point out that he could touch her somewhere else.

But she didn’t actually want him to move his hand.