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“And, that's our cue to stop talking about all the bad.” Kenny pushed away from the table and gathered everyone's empty plate. “No sense of messing up the evening we had planned for Scarlett with this bullshit.”

“True.” Dave threw his napkin on his plate before Kenny grabbed it. “We'll have time for the other later.”

“What about dessert?” She glanced around the table. Three sets of hungry gazes lit on her and the space became suffocating with arousal.

“Yeah about that,” Timothy said, standing. “I lied. You're our dessert.”

Her breath hitched. “What?”

He held his hand out to her. “You're our dessert.”

“I think you caught her off guard.” Edward chuckled. “I think she expected a real treat.”

“Oh, she's going to get one. Several in fact,” Kenny said, coming up beside her chair. “You ready, Scar?”

“Not sure,” she said, licking her bottom lip. “I'm a little overwhelmed.”

“We'll go slow,” Dave added. “You can say stop at any time and we'll back off.”

“It's all about you tonight, princess,” Timothy stated. “We're yours to command.”

“Well, in that case,” she said. “What do you have in mind?”

“Debauchery.” Edward rubbed his hands together.

“You're being creepy,” Kenny said. “Back it down about a million.”

“Hedonism?”

“Yeah, you're still coming on a little strong.” Timothy laughed.

Scarlett snickered. Of all of them, Edward had a wicked sense of humor, even though he didn't realize it. His flighty, wacky personality balanced out the other three she realized standing there. Edward was a breath of fresh air and she found it endearing. Plus, whenever he spoke, it cut the tension building between all of them.

“We thought your bed would be the best place for all of us to have our way with you,” Kenny said. “However, it's kind of small.”

“True. There's only one of me, so a double bed seemed practical.”

“Well, we're going to have change out your bed for something bigger from here on out,” Dave said. “I'm thinking custom made for all of us. You'd be in the middle of course.”

“Do I get a say?” She arched a brow.

“Maybe later,” Kenny murmured, beside her. “Until then, we came up with the next best thing.”

Timothy placed his palm on the small of her back and eased her forward. There in front of the fireplace was a pallet made of blankets and pillows. Her coffee table had been moved to the side as was her couch, something she hadn't noticed when she exited her bedroom. Against the wall near the fireplace, someone had gathered wood from near the paddock and brought it inside so they wouldn’t run out.

They’ve thought everything through for this.Which made her wonder if their expectations would match up for the night. She didn’t know what to say as they gathered around her. Dave had rolled the sleeves of his shirt up while Kenny removed his, allowing her to glimpse the compact muscle she’d sensed under his shirt the night in the breakroom. Edward had also removed his shirt and damn had he been a sight.

She took her fill of all of them, allowing her gaze to trail across their bodies. They were all unique. All handsome in their way and they all wanted her. She couldn't believe it. The snick of silk against cotton drew her attention to Timothy who'd removed his coat and was undoing his shirt. With each button, he loosened from its mooring another inch of his tan flesh came into view.

"I think she likes what she sees, gentlemen," Kenny said. "But, Scar, you're a little overdressed."

“Am I?” She ran her hand down the front of her tank-top.

“Very much so.” Timothy came up behind her again, this time running his fingers up her sides.

She shivered. “What should I take off first?”

“This.” He grasped the hem of her tank-top and pulled it off. He groaned. “All this beautiful dark skin.” He pressed his lips to her shoulder while cupping her breasts. He squeezed and plumped them before drawing her nipples between his thumb and forefingers.