She's a headstrong lawyer who has had groundbreaking success in her field despite her young age.
They are three dominant brothers who need a lawyer for their multi-million pound business.
What could go wrong?
NOTE: THIS IS A REVERSE HAREM NOVEL
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My heart pounds against my chest.
Why the fuck did I just admit that?
A blush flushes across my face and I stand up, needing to create distance between us.
Elijah stands up and walks over to me, concern and desire in his eyes.
"You don't need to be embarrassed, little killer," he reaches to stroke my cheek. I reach up to bat his hand away but hesitate, stopping myself from denying the comfort and warmth of his skin on mine.
His thumb drops to my lip and I inhale a breath as he strokes along my lower lip.
"What happened in this dream?" he whispers, the sound of his voice making my clit pulse.
"No-nothing," I stutter.
"Did one of us do this?" he dips his head to my neck, painfully slowly kissing the delicate skin. I bite back a moan when he hits my sweet spot, but he hears it and sets it as a target.
"Answer him, kitten," Zach steps towards us, standing behind me. I inhale as he runs his hands lightly up both my arms.
I stay silent, sealing my lips as I press them together. A shiver runs through me as Cal emerges to my side, brushing his fingers over my collarbone.
"We're going to need you to use your words for this to continue," Elijah prompts.
Do I want this to continue?
Can I let this continue?
Fuck it.
"Yes," I whisper, my voice barely audible. I watch as their eyes light up, their pupils darkening in response to my answer.
"Fuck yes," Cal mutters under his breath, but I'm soon distracted by Elijah bending down and throwing me over his shoulder.
He strolls into my bedroom, acting as if this is his own place. My nerves catch in my throat, but I beg my anxiety not to ruin this for me.
I let out a squeal as my back comes into contact with the mattress, my body bouncing from being thrown on the bed.
Leaning on my forearms, I look up to the three of them having a secret conversation. They're scheming something with their eyes, somehow reaching a mutual agreement without uttering a single word.
My eyes narrow as Zach walks over to my nightstand and pulls open my top drawer. He roots around the collection of items, intrigue and determination on his face.
My head whips around to Cal who starts to pull my top over my body. He lets out a groan when he sees my bare tits, puckered from my arousal.
I close my eyes, biting my lip as insecurities settle in me.
"Eyes open, trouble," he commands, his voice deep in an almost whisper. For some reason, I find myself opening my eyes before I can rebel, the sexy gravel in his voice turning me on more than ever.
