Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 77359 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77359 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
“You could never hurt me.” I said the words as sincerely as I could, and he looked touched. There weren’t a lot of people in his life who didn’t fear him, but I was one of them. “I love you.”
He cradled me in his arms and gave me another tender kiss.
“I love all of you,” I said as I finally stepped away. It didn’t seem real. I’d gotten three proposals in the past twenty-four hours. And while only one was legal, they all felt real to me. “I love all of you,” I repeated.
“Enough to go put on that lingerie?” Massimo teased.
“Enough to strip off my clothes right here and now.” I grinned, seeing three pairs of masculine eyes glint with interest. “But I have to admit, I’m dying to wear that sultry lingerie and purr like a sex kitten.”
Massimo grinned. “Now that I’d like to see.”
“And I’m dying to know what happens after that,” I continued.
“I’m pretty curious about that myself,” Stefano said, and Carmine nodded.
It was more than time to find out.
I smiled at the men I loved, trying to touch each one at the same time.
It was the best second wedding night ever.
27
EPILOGUE
LEILA
“What do you think?” I beamed at the three men as I stood in the middle of the third-floor room.
“It’s…” Massimo couldn’t figure out how to finish his sentence.
“It’s unique,” Stefano added quickly, and Massimo nodded, pointing at his younger brother.
“It’s like a cave,” Carmine said, and I laughed.
“It’s supposed to be like a den. Or a hideaway. Since we won’t all fit in that little playroom under the stairs.”
We’d actually tried to all fit in there, after we got back from the honeymoon. I’d thought it would be sexy to be in such close quarters with my men. Spoiler alert: it wasn’t. Once Carmine had worked his way inside, none of us could breathe, let alone move. At one point, I’d thought we were going to have to get the Jaws of Life to extract us.
“This can be our secret room,” I explained. “The windows are tinted. The walls are soundproof. Stefano installed a keypad. We can do whatever we want in here.”
Massimo cocked an eyebrow. “Whatever we want?”
I giggled. “Within reason.”
“No, no, you said whatever I wanted, and I’m holding you to that.” To prove he was a man of his word, he slid his arm around me, holding me tight against him.
“I said ‘we,’ but that works.”
Good things happened to me when Massimo was in charge in the bedroom. Hopefully it would be the same in this new room.
Carmine wandered around, examining everything. The extra-large king-size bed. The leather sofa. And the corner bar and refrigerator full of snacks and drinks. “The only thing missing is a rack of whips and chains on the wall.”
I blushed. “It’s a secret room, not a dungeon.”
“There’s a difference?” he asked.
“Yes. Dungeons are in the basement.”
“It’s a playroom,” Stefano said. “And we’re going to have a lot of fun in here.” He shot me a sexy grin. “You have no idea how many times we’re going to make you come now that we don’t have to worry about anyone hearing your moans.”
“Many, many times,” Massimo whispered in my ear. “If you’re a good girl.”
“I will be,” I whispered back, and then I winked at my other lovers. No, not lovers—husbands. I honestly considered all three of them to be my husbands.
“Are you going to do any redecorating that doesn’t involve secret sex rooms?” Carmine asked.
“Eventually.”
Massimo had given me permission to update the house as I saw fit, and it was amazing. Not because I had a passion for interior decorating—though it was growing on me—but because it gave me choices. And options. And freedom.
Stefano had helped me become more familiar with computers, and now I could look online for items for the house. And Carmine was always willing to take me to a showroom. Those trips usually ended with us driving out to the middle of the forest and making out in the car. Somehow it was more exciting that way—and I liked one-on-one time with my men almost as much as I liked three-on-one time with them.
The choices they’d allowed me didn’t end there. We’d discussed the possibility of me studying for a degree. There were a lot of logistics involved, but I was really excited about the process. Stefano had showed me the websites for local universities. It almost seemed too good to be true. I’d wanted to go to school ever since I was a little girl.
“What are you smiling about?” Massimo asked.
“You.” I kissed him on the cheek. He squeezed my cheek—a much lower cheek—in return.
“What kind of things are you thinking about me?” he asked.
“Naked things.”
Stefano raised an eyebrow. “Exactly how many men are in these naked thoughts of yours?”
“Three.” I winked at him. “And three cocks. And three mouths. And…” I took a moment to calculate. “Thirty fingers. Wow. Thirty fingers!”