Page 29 of Sexting my Bratva Daddies

His head lifted. “You’re ticklish?” A light burned in his eyes as he absorbed this information. “I needed to know this. We can do so much. Where are you ticklish?” He rubbed his cheek over my neck, his muffled chuckle warming my skin when I shrieked and drew my shoulder up to try and protect my neck.

Viktor settled on my other side, leaving Leo where he sat beside my legs.

“You’re all still being nice to me.” I blurted out the words, my cheeks turning hot.

Leo’s head swung around in a slow but steady arc. “You were expecting otherwise?”

I bit my lip to keep from blurting out the next first thing that came to mind. “I don’t know?”

Viktor cursed under his breath. “You have been with imbeciles and boys who know nothing about what comes after sex. That is only part of the experience. This is the rest.” His arm settled just above Misha’s, the two of them pinning me in a delicious cocoon.

This was what I’d been afraid to want. The sex was incredible, transcendent, even. But this, lying in bed with them and allowing myself to feel comfortable, reminded me of what I had to lose. I’d gone around and around with myself about what I had to lose if this ended badly. But what I’d gained mattered too. They gave me the reins, happy to let me guide the direction of our relationship. I’d never had that before, and it emboldened me. It empowered me.

They did not want to keep me a secret, but they allowed it because I asked. They allowed me to protect my professional image.

I blinked and thought about sliding out from beneath them. My eyes closed, the room going dark.

A warm hand brushed over my forehead, and I swore I heard tenderness in Leo’s voice as he whispered good night into my ear. “Thank you.” I curled onto my side, my hands pulling beneath my cheek. I tried to fight the lull of sleep, desperate to stay awake to relish the feel of the moment.

It was useless. My eyelids drooped, sliding shut as the weight of all three of them wrapped around me. I had no idea where Leo ended up. I only knew that he was there, somewhere close enough to sense but not touch.

I came awake with a startled gasp, asleep one second, sitting upright the next with my heart in my throat.

Where was I? I pulled the sheet up to my neck and stared, disorientation making the room spin. Why were the walls dark and not my light beige? What was hanging on the ceiling that reflected my scared face back at me?

I stilled and blinked, letting the room come into focus.

Right. The playroom. The penthouse.

Viktor, Misha, and Leo. All three of them in bed with me.

Light filtered through a gap in the curtains, spilling a single line across the floor. I wiggled around so fast, Misha’s arm slid off my stomach. Leo made a low sound of protest from my left, and Viktor lifted his head. Shaggy hair fell over his forehead, giving him a rumpled look that melted my heart.

“What time is it?” I checked my wrist, but I’d taken off my watch before driving over.

“Early.” Leo hadn’t opened his eyes, but he grabbed his pillow and buried his head in the center, arms beneath his face.

“Too early.” Misha fondled my leg beneath the sheets. “Or just early enough, if you’re willing.”

“We have work.” I scrambled toward the foot of the bed.

Leo’s eyes cracked open, the dark gaze slamming into me and freezing me in place. “It’s six forty. You have time.”

“No.” I shook free of his gaze and slid off the foot of the bed, bending to gather my clothes. “I need to go home and shower. Get clean clothes.” My hands trembled. I should have gone home last night. My legs ached, and a delicious heat spread from my belly to my pussy when all three men sat up and rolled to face me. I ached everywhere, that delicate throbbing a reminder of last night.

“I have to be at work by eight. Same as always.” I held my clothes against my chest, fighting the pull of seeing all three of them with early morning erections tenting the sheet. “I can’t.” I gulped.

“Your bosses won’t mind if you’re late.” Leo gave me that look again, a controlled one that was so tempting, my feet shuffled toward him of their own accord.

I drove myself back. “I care. It will look terrible if I show up after you. Or worse, at the same time. Everyone knows I get there early. I can’t let that slip.”

Viktor ran both hands through his hair, sending the strands straight up.

Misha yawned and palmed his cock beneath the sheet. “You could take a sick day. You have a few to spare.”

My mouth went dry at the implication of what he offered.

I wanted to. I wanted nothing more than to crawl back in that bed and let them do wicked things to my body. Things that I knew would give me more pleasure than I thought possible even after last night.