Eric and Tate stared. Their gazes sizzled her flesh, flared her need again. But Kell took his time exploring, his fingertips tracing her spine and down to the small of her back.

He leaned in, his breath playing on her skin. “You’re so soft.”

A shudder went through her. Belle closed her eyes and drowned in sensation. She felt soft—and vulnerable, yes, but so strong and ready. She let her head drift back to his shoulder, the masculine scent of his aftershave washing over her.

His fingers drifted up her back to play between her shoulder blades, along the curve of her spine. Thank god she’d thought to wear pretty lingerie. Usually she didn’t notice or care what went on under her clothes as long as the undergarments were clean, but the lacy white bra she’d worn under her cocktail dress tonight had scalloped edges and demi-cups. Not that it seemed like she would be keeping it on for long.

She’d barely finished the thought before Kellan unhooked her bra with shocking efficiency. Belle caught the cups against her and shielded her breasts.

“Don’t,” Tate protested. “I want to see them, Belle.”

“He’ll be the easy one to deal with. I have no problem telling you that if you don’t drop your hands, you’ll find yourself over my knee,” Kellan said.

“I’d pay to see that, baby.” Eric shimmied out of his pants and socks, then stood before her in nothing but his boxers. His cock tented the cotton.

Belle tried not to gape—or let on that her mouth practically watered at the sight.

“Oh, you’ll see it. She owes me for the lies earlier,” Kellan explained. “But it’s up to her just how red she wants her ass to be when we take her to bed. What’s it going to be, Annabelle?”

She dropped the bra, baring her breasts to their gazes. A low ache simmered deep in her pussy, a new and wholly erotic feeling that made her so very aware that she was a woman.

“Everything else,” Kellan commanded as he strode across the lavish suite and gracefully tossed his big body into one of the chairs, then looked back at her expectantly.

A king on his throne, waiting for his lover to reveal her treasures to him. The image was so clear in her head that she couldn’t help but comply.

With shaking hands, she pushed the dress over her hips and let it slide to the floor. Her panties were the same gossamer white that had hugged her breasts—so much sexier than the underthings she normally wore. When she’d looked at herself while dressing, she’d liked the way the pale fabric made her skin gleam. She tried to let that memory bolster her confidence so she could stand before them in almost nothing.

“All of it, Belle.”

She nearly cursed Kell for pushing her out of her comfort zone so quickly, but she didn’t dare say it out loud. Besides, she already knew he wouldn’t let her hide behind anything.

Still, Belle bit into her bottom lip and hesitated. No one had seen her naked in years. But what did she have to be ashamed of? She might not be a beauty queen or a movie star, and yes, she might have a few too many curves, but she wasn’t atrocious.

The truth was, if she wanted to know what it meant to have their eyes all over her, what it felt like to have these three men pleasure her, then she had to get brave.

Drawing in a bracing breath, Belle eased her thumbs inside the waistband of her panties and pushed them off. As she fought off a quiver, she stood in front of them wearing nothing but her budget-busting shoes and an apprehensive smile.

Silence. Utter, terrifying silence. Well, what had she expected? Applause?

Finally, Eric swallowed thickly and took a step toward her. “God, you’re more beautiful than I thought.”

“So fucking gorgeous.” Tate toed off his shoes and started in on his slacks. “I can’t wait.”

Only Kellan refrained from tearing off his clothes. Instead, he sat, watching her, dissecting her. “Come to me, love.”

Annabelle heard the approval in his voice, saw warmth in his blue eyes, and she breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe this wasn’t just a post-wedding hookup. Maybe this really meant something to them.

She cast a questioning glance at Eric and Tate, both of whom gestured her over to Kell. Yeah, she had absolutely no question about who was in charge. Still, she stood rooted.

The reality of the moment, the gravity, made her heart pound until it roared in her ears. Just walk across this suite totally naked in front of men who, up until tonight, had merely been her bosses? At her hesitation, Kellan raised a sharp brow. Guess the answer was yes. Clearly, he wasn’t going to let her slide or give her the easy out. He managed to communicate that without a word.

She fidgeted. It would be so much easier for her if they would just pounce on her, but no. Kellan forced her to make the choice to approach him. Her implied yes obviously wouldn’t do. Eric and Tate watched her with keen, unblinking stares, obviously on board with his plan.

Talk about being circled by sharks.

Kellan sat up and patted his lap, leaving Annabelle no doubt he meant to spank her. “I won’t force this on you. If you prefer, I’ll walk out and leave you to them. They’ll fuck you senseless and give you pleasure. That might be enough for you, but I think you need something more. I think you crave the dominance I’m wired to give you.” He shrugged casually, but Belle sensed he cared very much how she felt. “If you don’t want to try, tell me now.”

“If I did, you would be disappointed.” The thought slipped out.

“Yes. That’s perceptive.” He nodded. “I think a power exchange would work well between us, but if you choose not to submit to me, I won’t treat you any differently than I have for the past fourteen months.”

There was only one answer in Belle’s mind. She’d fantasized about this a million times. She couldn’t imagine making love without all three of them. She hated to disappoint Kell. Despite all the pretty words and implied promises tonight, the future might not work out for the four of them, but they’d have no chance if she didn’t give it her all now.

Taking in another fortifying breath, Annabelle crossed the room with a smile.

Something eased in Kell’s eyes. “Excellent. I’m proud of your courage. Let’s get your punishment out of the way so we can focus on making you feel good for the rest of the night.” He sent her a little smirk. “Although I suspect you’ll enjoy this, too. Over my lap.” He took her hand and urged her down. “If you need to stop me tonight for any reason, just say the word and I will. Later, you’ll have a safe word. We’ll also have a contract. But tonight, we’ll keep it light.”

Annabelle frowned. She didn’t like the idea of a contract with Kellan. She wanted to share her heart with him, not a legal document. But not only was he a Dom, he was also a lawyer. Both sides of him would insist on spelling out the terms, rights, and conditions of their relationship, including its ending, before it had barely begun. She suspected his ex-wife also had a lot to do with that. Kell would need a crystal-clear agreement between them to feel safe. The realization made her sad.

“Let me help you get in position.” Tate raced to her side, his warm hand searing the small of her back. He glanced down at her butt. “God, Belle, look at that ass.”

She winced. “I try not to.”

As he smoothed his hand down one cheek, his eyes narrowed with desire. “Hmm. I won’t be able to get it out of my head.” He squeezed the plumpest curve, then stepped back with a sigh of regret. “Get the discipline over with, Kell. I want to put my mouth on her.”

Desire pooled between her legs, making her feel shaky and overheated. She pressed a hand to her stomach as if that would calm the butterflies dancing inside. When it didn’t, she tangled her fingers with Tate’s for support and lowered herself over Kellan’s lap.

Trying to perch over his thighs was nothing short of awkward. She shifted and rebalanced, seeking a comfortable position.

Kellan’s big hand anchored her at the small of her back. “Stop wiggling.”

Belle did her best to comply, stilling and breathing through every heartbeat, trying to clear her head of everything except giving him what he wanted. At least that’s what the Doms wanted in the books she read.

When she calmed and stopped squirming, Kell rewarded her with a caress up her spine. Another hand joined his, this one on her outside hip, skating up to cup her ass. She suspected that belonged to Eric. Belle knew she’d guessed right when a third hand planted on her skin, palming her nape before long fingers tangled in her hair. Definitely Tate’s.

Desire tore through her. They were all touching her at once, exploring her together. She’d wanted and waited, never imagining for a moment it would happen. But here she was, at their mercy.

She kind of hoped they didn’t have much.

“Will you look at that?” Eric’s voice broke the thick silence.

“I’m telling you, that is the juiciest ass I’ve ever seen,” Tate said.

“Sustained,” Eric quipped as he squeezed one of her cheeks. “This visual is all the evidence I need.”

“Ah, do you smell that, gentlemen? Our sweet secretary is aroused.” A wealth of satisfaction darkened Kellan’s voice.

“Administrative assistant,” she piped up, her belly and her breath tight.

She ran that office, damn it. Regardless of the fact she was draped over her boss’s lap, her naked ass in the air, that didn’t mean she had no professional pride. Her current job might not be her dream, but she did it well.

At that, the hands caressing her, except the one at the small of her back, lifted away. A moment later, she heard a whoosh she couldn’t place. A sudden smack followed it. Then hot pain blasted across her right cheek and flared over the skin of her ass. Her breath fled. Her heart raced as Kellan held his hand on her.