“You can’t,” Laura said, her voice tinged with regret. She wished she could give in. Rafe and Cam would take over, and she wouldn’t have to think. She could just let them take care of her. But that wouldn’t solve her problems. It wouldn’t stop de Sade. “I have to see this through. Joe is expecting me back in that room in less than thirty minutes.”

They had more questions for her. Questions Rafe nor Cam could save her from.

“I’ll get you out of here,” Rafe promised. “You watch me.” He lowered his mouth to hover over hers. She could feel his heat and smell the mint on his breath. He looked into her eyes, giving her no place to hide.

“I have to face him.”

She didn’t have a choice. Maybe she’d never had one. The man who’d ruined her body was here in Bliss. He was pretending to be something he wasn’t—upstanding and worthy of trust. Whether any of these men believed her, it didn’t matter, because she knew she was right, and now she was pretty sure that de Sade might have been closer than any of them ever imagined.

“I love you, bella. I won’t pretend. I love you. I’ll do anything to protect you.” The tip of his tongue came out, and he licked at her lips, igniting every nerve in her body. “I’ll even fight you if I have to. I’m just warning you. Now give me your tongue. If we only have thirty minutes, I’ll make the most of it.”

She knew she should fight. He really would try his damndest to get her to do what he wanted, but she needed him. She let her mouth open and sighed as his tongue surged in, sliding over hers. He dominated. His weight held her down, pinning her against the desk.

As his tongue played against hers, his fingers found their way under the band of her underwear and into the creamy folds of her pussy.

“You’re already ready for me,” he whispered against her mouth.

She didn’t have a response for that. She was always ready for him.

She’d spent years aching for him.

He pulled the panties down her legs, giving up her mouth. His fingers followed the line of her legs as he dragged the silky underwear down. She started to kick off her shoes. She’d worn her canary-yellow, four-inch peep toes today.

“No,” Rafe said, gently pushing her hands away. “I love them.” His hand went to the belt on his slacks, and he made quick work of them. He shoved them down and had his cock in hand in no time at all. He grimaced.

Laura quickly realized what was wrong. “No condom.”

“I’ll find one.”

“Stop,” she said. She took his hand and traced the long scar that went across her lower abdomen. “I’m perfectly clean, and you know what he did to me. We don’t have to worry about children.” The Marquis de Sade had taken that from her when he’d shoved a knife through her womb. The only way she’d survived was to literally hold herself together. If she hadn’t been able to find her way to the street, she would have died.

He stopped, his hand warm on her stomach. He covered the scars there. “I would kill him for you if I could.” She shook her head and started to push Rafe off of her.

“Don’t,” Rafe said roughly. He kissed her again, softer this time.

“Don’t let him come into this.”

“Rafe, you don’t need to use a condom because he took that away from me. You need to think about this. I can’t have children because he thought it was a fun way to torture me. He comes between us.” And he would until the day he was caught. She’d been hiding for years, but she was ready to face him now. She wasn’t sure she was ready to face Rafe.

“I don’t give a damn about kids. I want them, but not more than I want you. You think Cam and I haven’t talked about this?” His cock still pressed against her, a sure sign to Laura that he wasn’t lying. He still wanted her. “I wasn’t interested in you for your womb. If you want to adopt, we can. If you want it to just be the three of us, then that’s my family.”

Tears pooled in her eyes. She couldn’t imagine him without kids.

She couldn’t imagine him without a big family surrounding him.

“Please, bella. Don’t push me away. I won’t go.” He pressed inside her.

His cock started to fill her. She knew she would probably have to let him go, but not now. Not yet.

She let her hands find the flesh under his dress shirt. She reveled in the feel of him. His skin was warm underneath her hands. She could feel the leashed power in the muscles of his back as he carefully entered her.

“God, you feel so good. Nothing between us. Nothing.” Rafe started to thrust a bit more heavily. His cock filled her. He adjusted her hips and slid home with a groan.

So full. So full of him and it still wasn’t enough. She still needed Cam. Why? Why did she have to need them both? Why couldn’t she be normal?

She looked toward the door wondering if Cam was out there.

Would he be angry that she’d come in here with Rafe? Nate’s door had a pane of opaque glass. A brawny set of shoulders could be seen against it, the outline so familiar she nearly cried.

Rafe looked back, never letting up on the silky strokes of his cock.

He looked back down, a little frown on his face. “It was my turn to go first. Cam got to go first last night.” A light joy took over. Cam was standing guard. He wasn’t sitting, sullenly angry with her for choosing Rafe over him. They weren’t fighting over her this time.

Rafe held himself tight in her pussy. He brought his hand up to touch her face. “We knew when we came after you that we were going to share. We won’t make that mistake again, bella. It’s you and me and Cam, though he is righteously pissed at me right now. He’s still a fair man. He knew it was my turn.” They needed to talk about this whole “turns” thing. She wanted to be more than a body they passed between them. She loved it when the three of them were together.

Then she wasn’t thinking of anything but Rafe. He pressed her knees apart and began to thrust. Over and over he pushed that big cock inside her. Laura locked her legs around his waist.

He hissed, his expression turning slightly feral. “That’s right.

That’s what I want. Dig those heels into my back. It won’t make me go easy on you. It will just make me fuck you harder.” That hadn’t been her intention, but damn if she was going to tell him that. Rafe leaned over and suddenly every move he made hit two spots. His cock hit that magnificent place in her cunt that started her moaning, and his pelvis rubbed her clit.

Laura struggled to contain the wail that wanted to come out of her.

He felt so good, so right.

Rafe was relentless. He picked up the pace, making her shake as the orgasm threatened. “Give it to me. Tell me what I want to hear.” She knew what he wanted, and she couldn’t hold it back. He was going to make her scream if she didn’t give him what he wanted.

“I don’t care if everyone out there hears you scream when you come.”

“I love you.” She did care if everyone heard her, and it was true.

She loved him. It just wasn’t going to happen. He needed more than she could give him. He needed his career and his family, and he risked both if he became involved in a ménage. Cam had worked hard to get where he’d been, and he’d already given up so much for her.

He’d given up his whole career. How could she ask them to give up their chances at a family, too? She would have to make that sacrifice.

“I do love you.”

He leaned over and kissed her as he pressed down hard. The orgasm bloomed, racing through her system, connecting them in a way they had never been connected before. She felt a heated rush as Rafe released his cum deep inside her. It had nowhere to go, but it still felt right. It still felt like something that should happen between them.

“I love you, bella.” There was a knock on the door, and Rafe’s face fell. “Impatient bastard. I wouldn’t bother cleaning up.” Rafe kissed her one last time and then zipped up. Laura scrambled to get up and off the desk, but the door closed again and Cam was all over her.

“Oh, baby, was he a greedy son of a bitch?” Cam sank his hands in her hair and turned her mouth up, locking his lips over hers. He ate at her lips, biting and licking softly. “He took two thirds of the time, but he only has half the cock.”

It had felt like a whole cock at the time—and then some. “Cam, we should talk about this.”

She was covered in Rafe’s cum. Despite what Rafe said, she should clean up, and they really needed to talk. The morning had flown by, her emotions twisting and turning until she’d felt numb.

Now her heart was racing and her head spinning. She needed to talk, to explain that she couldn’t do this with them. They had to see that it couldn’t work.

“I don’t think talking is going to help. I haven’t talked to Rafe except to tell him he’s an asshole and to agree that, given what happened last night, I should go second.” He rubbed their noses together, the touch so sweet it made her want to melt.

She had to stay strong. “I don’t want to talk about sex. We have to talk, seriously talk.”

He pulled up a bit. “I don’t know if I can talk seriously until I get inside you.”

“That’s not going to help.” She forced herself to say the words, but she was already twitching, her hips seeking him out.

“It’s going to help me a lot.” Cam let his hand run down her body toward her pussy. He’d already taken Rafe’s place between her legs.

His eyes flared as he sank his fingers in. “Holy shit. He didn’t use a condom. Motherfucker. That’s not fair.” A slow smile spread across his face. “Damn. This should gross me out, right? Fuck, I’m turned on. I know I should be thinking about how some other dude’s jizz is all over your pussy, but all I can think about is the fact that this makes great lube.”