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J ameson held his girl in his arms, hardly believing that this was his life. To think he might never have experienced this again, might have spent his life cold and alone.

He heard nose from the outer room. Jack and Ian were back.

Ian peeked into the bedroom, the hard expression on his face softening as he took in Maggie.

Jameson slid off the bed, careful not to wake her and moved out into the living area.

“How did it go with our girl?” Ian asked as Jack handed him a beer.

Jameson shook his head at Jack as he held a beer out to him. “Good.”

Jack scoffed. “Just good?”

“Better than good. We are . . . she wants . . . um . . .”

“Shit, man, spit it out,” Jack said.

“She wants me as well,” Jameson spat out. “Are you both still okay with this?”

“Fucker, I basically threw you at her,” Jack said.

“As long as she is good with this, we are,” Ian added seriously.

“But hurt her or upset her again, and I’ll remove your fingernails while Ian sings karaoke,” Jack said.

“Hey, my singing is not torture,” Ian complained.

Jack just grinned at Jameson and that last bit of heaviness left him as he smiled back.

“Then, yeah, things are great,” he replied. “We didn’t . . . uh . . . I Topped her because she needed it and so did I. But we haven’t gone further.”

“You haven’t tasted her pussy yet?” Jack asked. “Jeez, you have some self-control.”

“Jack,” Ian groaned.

“How was it at the apartment?” he asked in order to change the subject.

“Bad.” Ian frowned. “They were living in one of the shittiest areas in the city. It was a tiny two-bedroom apartment with a crappy lock. Pretty much everything was destroyed. We were able to pack up some clothes and photos, but that was it.”

“We paid the landlord off and grabbed the small amount of stuff we could salvage. But she’s not ever going back there,” Jack told him.

“Neither is Indie,” Ian said.

“What should we do about Indie?” Jameson asked.

“We could bring her back to Escana,” Jack suggested.

“Is that what you think she’d want? What Maggie would want?” Jameson asked.

“I think Maggie wants to take care of everyone else around her, which means she always puts her needs last,” Ian grumbled with a frown.

Yeah, Jameson would agree with that.

But she should still have a choice. So he’ll make it easier on her.

“If she wants to stay here, I’ll quit my job and move,” he said.

Ian looked surprised, but Jack gave him a nod of respect.

“All right,” Ian said. “So we find out what she truly wants once we take care of Indie and William.”

A cry came from the bedroom. Bollocks. They’d left her alone too long. He waited for Ian and Jack to rush in before he followed. When he walked in, they had her sandwiched between them, speaking to her in low, hushed voices.

Their hands ran over her. Was he intruding?

Don’t be stupid.

“Jameson?”

“I’m here, precious girl.” He stepped forward so she could see him.

“Why aren’t you on the bed?” she asked.

“I’m coming.” He settled down at her feet, rubbing them.

“I’m sorry. I woke up alone, and I got scared. Did . . . did everything go all right?” she asked.

“There wasn’t much to salvage, Little girl,” Ian told her softly. “We did the best we could. We managed to save some of Indie’s clothes and yours. You can take them to her tomorrow.”

“Okay. I’ll need to get her some new things too, then.” She rubbed her hand over her face.

Blimey. All of his work to get her to destress was gone.

“What about the landlord?” she asked.

“We’ve taken care of that,” Ian told her. “Just like we’ll take care of Indie and William. You don’t need to worry.”

She let out a deep sigh. “Thank you. I don’t know what I’d do without you guys.”

“You won’t ever have to find out,” Jack told her.

“Would you all stay in here with me tonight? Please? I know it won’t be very comfortable. But I need all of you.”

“Of course we will,” Jameson told her. “Whatever you need, precious girl.”

Maggie woke first. She was surrounded by men. Ian was in front of her, Jack behind her. While Jameson was next to him.

It was a squash, but she loved it.

If only she could feel this carefree and loved all the time. Instead, concerns started to fill her head.

“I can hear you worrying. Go back to sleep,” Jack whispered.

“I can’t.” She wriggled, feeling Jack’s hard cock pressing up against her ass.

He grunted. “You keep doing that and you’re going to have to do something about it.”

“Can I?” she asked.

“Fuck, baby. Yes.” As soon as he managed to roll onto his back, she rearranged herself and she started kissing her way down his bare chest. He was firm with muscle. Not quite as wide as Ian was.

Ian was her big bear.

But just as sexy.

Maggie slid her hand under Jack’s boxers and she started pumping his cock. A low moan escaped him. But she wanted more. So she pushed back the covers and drew his boxers down, revealing his thick, long dick.

Oh, yes, please.

She licked around the head of his dick.

“Fuck, this is definitely the sort of wake-up I like.”

She glanced back at Ian with a grin as he ran his hand over her ass, which was right next to his face.

“Gonna need to start preparing this ass,” he said as he sat up and drew her pajama pants down, stripping them off. “No knickers?”

“Jameson dressed me. He didn’t put any on me.”

“You don’t need knickers,” Jameson said from where he lay down the bottom of the bed. “And I’ve ordered some training plugs for her.”

“Fuck, yes,” Jack said.

Ian ran his finger down between her ass cheeks.

“Um, maybe I’ll just go.” Jameson went to get off the bed.

She raised her head off Jack’s cock with a noise of complaint.

“Are you still with us, man?” Jack asked.

“Yes.” Jameson ran his gaze over them.

“Then fucking get over here and play with our girl’s tits,” Jack commanded.

She rolled her eyes at Jack, but Ian chose that moment to draw her pussy down to his mouth. She hadn’t even noticed him moving onto his back.

A low moan escaped her.

Jameson came around beside her, sliding his head underneath her torso so he could suck on her nipples. And they expected her to be able to concentrate on sucking Jack off?

“Get back to work, baby girl,” Jack told her. “You don’t get to come until I do.”

What sort of awful rule was that?

It was mean, that’s what it was.

She let her lower lip drop out.

Jack groaned. “That fucking pout.”

Jameson pinched her nipple and she yelped before putting her lip away. Okay, no pouting.

She took Jack back into her mouth, trying her best to ignore what they were doing to her body. Jack guided her movements with his hand on the back of her neck.

And each time she felt like she was getting close to the edge of coming, Ian drew back from her pussy.

Finally, Jack let out a low groan and came inside her mouth.

Yes! Now, she finally got to come.

But Ian shifted out from underneath her. “Time for you to suck me off, Little girl, while Jameson tastes that sweet pussy.”

They shifted her around so she was on her back with a pillow under her head. Then Ian kneeled over her, feeding her his dick while Jameson lay between her legs, eating her pussy.

God. It was too much. Jameson ate her like he was a starving man. He used his tongue, his lips, even his teeth just lightly. And it lit her on fire.

Jack lay next to her, sucking on her nipples. In this position, she had very little control.

And she fucking loved it.

It wasn’t long until she was shaking from her release right before Ian came inside her mouth. Panting, Ian climbed off her and turned her face so he could kiss her sweetly.

Then he and Jack disappeared, which confused her.

“They’re giving us some privacy for this first time,” Jameson told her. “Are you ready for me?”

“We’re moving beyond kissing?” she asked hopefully.

He grinned. “Yeah, we’re well beyond kissing.”

“But can we still try that kneeling thing again one day, but this time with my mouth around your dick.”

“We will definitely be doing that one day,” he told her as he stood off the bed and stripped.

She sucked in a breath. Jameson was built slimmer than the other two, but every inch of his body was gorgeous. She wanted to run her tongue over his tight nipples down, his firm stomach to his cock, which was erect and at attention.

She reached out but at the last minute she stopped and glanced up at him. “Can I touch you?”

“You may. Good girl for asking.”

A shiver of pleasure ran through her at his words and she slid her fingers along his dick.

A moan escaped him. “I’m ashamed to say that I’m not going to last as long as I would like. Now I know what you taste like. What you feel like against my tongue. Lie back.”

Jameson moved between her legs, his mouth sucking on her nipples.

“Oh. Ohhh.” They were so sensitive that she almost wanted to tell him no.

But she didn’t.

He grabbed her wrists and held them above her head. “I know being bound is a hard limit for you, but I want you to keep your hands here.”

He moved his mouth down over the fading bruises of her ribs. Tears filled her eyes at how gentle he was being. Finally, he reached her pussy again, but rather than sliding his tongue over her clit or slick lips, he parted them so he could peer down at her.

“I’m going to have to do a thorough inspection of this pussy when we have more time, Ms. Albany. I hear it’s been a long time since you were given a thorough examination.”

Dear Lord.

Did he know how much that was turning her on?

“A very long time, yes. I’ve been very naughty.”

He sighed as though disappointed. “That means I will have to be very firm with you. You know, it’s legal for doctors to punish their patients if they’re naughty.”

“I didn’t know, doctor. You won’t be too harsh with me, will you?”

“It will all depend on how you react to my touch.”

She’d explode. She just knew it.

“Protection?” he asked her.

“I’m covered. I’ve been tested and I have an implant.”

“Bloody. I can’t believe I’m going to take you bare.”

And then he was sliding inside her pussy. And it was more than she’d dreamed. He filled her, stretched her, and when he moved, he seemed to know the best way to drive her wild.

Slow, then fast. Shallow, then deep.

And then he found that spot inside her . . . and he drove his dick over it again and again until she exploded with a scream.

Thankfully, he followed her over the edge soon after because she was done.

Stick a fork in her, never going to be resurrected, done.

But it was totally worth it.

Nerves filled her as they approached the lift.

Last night, she’d been so out of it that she hadn’t really noticed entering the lift.

This morning was a different story. And she knew they were high up because she’d peeked out the window this morning.

She pulled at her clothes, staring down at her black pleated skirt and red and black tartan sweater. She wore her black combat boots that Ian and Jack had gotten her. This was one of only two skirts she owned. Maybe she needed some different clothes.

“I’m sorry I don’t have anything nicer to wear,” she said as they waited for the lift.

Ian and Jack had already gone downstairs to get a table for breakfast.

“What? What are you talking about?”

“I just . . . I don’t dress very nicely?”

He turned and grasped her chin firmly. “I don’t care what you wear as long as you are happy. Understand?”

“Really? Because I also tried to tame my hair, but, well . . .”

His lips twitched. “I like your crazy hair. I don’t want it tamed. Then it would be you.” He moved his hand and kissed her lightly. “You’re perfect just as you are.”

She was practically glowing as the lift doors opened. Unfortunately, that glow didn’t last long. She sucked in a breath as they stepped into the lift.

“I’m sorry, but it’s too many flights of stairs to take, precious girl,” he told her. “However, I have an idea of how to distract you.”

As soon as they were in the empty lift, he half slid behind her, his hand creeping up the inside of her thigh.

“Jameson,” she gasped as he pushed her thighs apart.

He laid a sharp slap on her pussy. “What do you call me?”

“Sir,” she moaned. She didn’t think he’d want her calling him Papa in public. Even though there was no one else here.

“Just concentrate on what I’m doing to you.”

The floors dropped away, and so did her fears as he pushed his fingers under her knickers and drove them into her pussy.

He drove her insane, pushing her to the edge of orgasm and only removing his fingers at the last minute.

As they stepped out of the lift, he froze at the woman standing there. She was blonde with blue eyes. Pale skin. Dressed impeccably, but she had this cold look. As though she never smiled or felt real joy.

“Elizabeth,” he said stiffly.

Elizabeth’s eyes widened in shock as the lift door closed behind them. She stared from Jameson to Maggie.

“Jameson, I wasn’t expecting to see you,” she said stiffly. “I didn’t know you were back in London.”

“A short visit,” Jameson replied coldly.

Maggie leaned into him, hoping it was the right thing to do. He wrapped his arm around her, drawing her in tight.

“Hello. I’m Charles.” The man next to Elizabeth held out his hand.

Jameson just looked at it, so Maggie reached out to shake it. Was this Elizabeth’s husband? He looked nice. Not cold like Jameson said. He was about half a foot shorter than her and older with a receding hairline.

“I’m Maggie. This is Jameson.”

“Hey, what’s the hold up? I’m starving!” Jack bounced up to them. Then he whistled low and long as he saw Elizabeth. “Shit, I didn’t realize the weather forecast was predicting that the Wicked Witch of London would ride in on her broomstick.”

Elizabeth drew in a sharp breath as Maggie held back a giggle. “How dare you speak to me like that!”

“I’d speak to you much worse, but we are in public,” Jack said.

“I don’t think I like the way you’re speaking to Elizabeth,” Charles said rather bravely considering Jack had more than a foot of height on him.

“Who are you?” Jack asked. “Oh, are you Elizabeth’s husband?”

“Uh no,” Charles replied. “We’re not there yet.”

“Aldridge dumped you, did he?” Jack asked, giving Elizabeth a look of false sympathy. “Did he learn that the black cauldron between your legs leads to hell and that sticking his dick in there was akin to getting a blow job from a viper?”

“Jack!” Maggie cried.

“We are leaving. Right now,” Charles said.

“Good,” Jack replied. “And you might want to rethink who you get into bed with, Charles, my good man. Because this one is a cold-hearted bitch who is only interested in the numbers in your bank account.”

“What’s going on? Oh fuck, Elizabeth.” Ian sighed as he walked up to them.

Good. They needed someone to help corral Jack.

“I need to speak to management,” Ian said. “I didn’t realize they let the bride of Satan in here.”

Dear. Lord.

“I’m hungry,” she announced, knowing that would get the men’s attention.

Ian immediately moved over to her, wrapping his arm around her waist. “Of course you are, you’ve barely been eating. You’re going to eat some protein and carbs.”

“I’ll go get you a tea, baby.” Jack ran his finger down her cheek.

“So, this is your new slut?” Elizabeth sneered. “Slumming it, are you, Jameson?”

“Elizabeth,” Charles said, sounding shocked.

Jameson stepped into her space. “Call my girlfriend a slut again and I won’t hold Jack back anymore. I will let him fucking ruin you. And for your information, she’s worth a million of you. She’s loyal, kind, and sweet. She’d never break up with me because I didn’t have enough money for her. Or spread my private information far and wide to humiliate me. Come, precious girl.”

She took Jameson’s hand, smiling to herself. Poor Charles looked confused and upset, but hopefully, he took their words to heart.

“Can I?” Jack asked, moving so he was walking backward in front of them. “Can I ruin her?”

“Not yet,” Jameson said. “But if she comes after us again, give her everything.”

Darkness filled Jack’s face and it made her tremble. With desire.

“I don’t think I’m normal,” she announced as they entered the dining area.

Jack laughed. “None of us are, baby. That a problem?”

She grinned. “Not at all.”