Their Virgin Secretary (Masters of Ménage #6)(19)

She drew in a shocked little gasp, searching his gaze as if seeking the truth. "Y-you want to do that to me?"

"More than I want my next breath." He needed to make her understand how gorgeous she was. He'd seen her self-doubt at times. Was she attractive? Was she too curvy? Tate didn't want her to have any doubt that she was perfect.

"I want to do that, too." Eric hovered beside them, closing in, watching with hazel eyes.

Kellan stood at the door as it opened with a ding. "We all want it, Belle. We all want you. Pick her up, big guy. I'm worried you'll perform some act of public indecency in the middle of the hall if I don't herd you two into the suite. Control is going to be the word of the night." 

Control, huh? Kell was far too in love with the word, but at least tonight he was right. Tate knew he'd need every ounce of it he possessed not to toss her up against a wall and fuck her. He wanted to give her everything he'd promised, all the pleasure he'd learned to bestow over the years.

Eric held the elevator door open as Kellan strode out, his keycard in hand to get the suite open so they could take their princess into the castle.

Tate swept Belle up into his arms, holding her against his chest and carrying her like a bride. He loved the weight of her in his arms and the way she clung to him. From now on, she didn't have to walk anywhere. He'd just carry her.

As they neared the threshold, Tate wanted to get one thing straight. "Belle, what are you going to do with us tonight?"

He hoped she had the right answer. If not, that would suck because he didn't want her to remember this night for any reason except that it was their first together. But if she answered with "go to bed" or "fuck," Tate knew he'd be forced to stop everything and explain his expectations of their future more clearly, then let the chips fall.

Serenity made her glow as she settled into his arms as though having him carry her delighted her. "Make love."

That was the answer he'd been dying for. "Yes. We're going to make love. You'll see this can work. Everything will fall into place as long as we let it."

They could worry about her career later. He would give her all the encouragement he could as long she stayed close. They could even deal with changing residences if she lived with them. He and Eric had bought their current house with her in mind about six months back, but they could always sell it and find another if that made Belle happy.

He started down the hall, wearing a big smile. Tonight, everything would change. He and his friends would do whatever necessary to erase the memory of every other man from Belle's memory bank. After tonight, she'd have no more room in her head-or her heart-for any men except them.

Kellan held the doors to the suite open as Tate swept her inside. He didn't like the grim lines on Kell's face. Clearly, his pal was still worried, but that would change after this night, too. Belle and her giving nature would melt that sheet of ice around his heart. And he'd help however he could because she deserved the family she wanted.

It would work. It had to because Tate knew he would break if it didn't.





Chapter Four



Belle felt like she was floating in a haze of happiness. Tate carried her as if she weighed next to nothing, and that was so far from the truth. She hadn't been cradled like this since childhood. She reveled in the way he held her close, the embrace so warm and intimate. Maybe other women about to take on three strapping lovers would be worried. Belle wouldn't deny that she was a bit nervous, but they made her feel so safe-yet so desperate. Tate leveled a hot stare in her direction. Her breath caught. Then Eric looked her up and down, his hazel eyes undressing her without a word. Somehow, that stare made Belle feel naked. Her heart drummed. Finally, she cast a shy glance at Kell. His taut expression told her that he plotted to devastate her from head to toe and show absolutely no mercy. Arousal clawed through Annabelle unrelentingly.

"All right, love. Tate's had his turn. Now it's mine." Eric eased her from Tate's arms and into his.

Breath hitching, she settled against his lean strength, drawn as always to his sharply-cut golden hair and glittering hazel eyes, full of sexual promise. When they dropped to her chest and flared, she glanced down to find that her bodice had shifted and her breasts were almost exposed.



       
         
       
        

"Oh, I need to fix that." She reached for one of her straps.

Eric's hands tightened on her. "Don't you dare. We'll have you out of that dress shortly, so your modesty, while very sweet, is utterly unnecessary with us." And unwelcome from the sound of his voice. "You should be far more focused on all the pleasurably dirty things I plan to do to you. Want me to tell you all about it?"