Page 49 of Theirs to Tempt: The Marriage Claim

They do not get to decide how I spend every single moment of my entire life.

Dropping the phone, I slip the robe open, let it fall to the floor, then climb onto the bed.

Closing my eyes, I slide my hand between my thighs.

I picture them—Lucian’s midnight-blue eyes locked on mine while Caleb’s voice guides me.

Both of them are stripped bare, cocks hard and heavy as they watch me touch myself for them.

I circle my clit, slowly at first, then faster, the fantasy sharpening until I can almost feel Lucian’s mouth on my breast while Caleb closes his fist in my hair.

A hot, demanding orgasm begins to build.

Squeezing my eyes more tightly, I roll my hips. My breath comes in ragged pants as I chase the release they’ve refused to give me.

My body arches, and then the climax crashes into me. I cry out in relief as I return to earth, trembling and spent.

After everything that’s happened recently, I needed to forget, needed the release.

My damn phone once again dances on the nightstand, and I snatch it up.

You were our good girl. Weren’t you?

I drop the phone beside me.

Their orders don’t matter.

After all, they’ll never know.

Right?

Chapter Fifteen

Sophie

“You have freaking got to be kidding me!” Piper’s exaggerated gasp is ridiculous.

A minute ago, I texted her that I was here to pick her up, and she hurried out of her condo like a tropical storm in human form.

“This is our ride to the bridal shop?”

I see Derek struggling to hide his grin. Her enthusiasm is infectious.

“Where do I get me a billionaire?”

This time, Derek clears his throat.

I slide across the seat and grab her wrist to pull her in so she stops making a scene.

“Oh my God. This is luxurious.”

Chilled soda water and a bottle of champagne are waiting for us.

“Would you like a coffee?” Derek suggests, catching my gaze in the rearview mirror.

“Please.” After last night, the little performance I had to put on for Lucian and Caleb, then my orgasm and tossing and turning, I am dragging. And alcohol would put me immediately to sleep.

“Eclipse?” I ask.