Her Three Entrepreneurs [The Hot Millionaires #8] by Zara Chase Page B

injuries, the future of the farm was in jeopardy, and she couldn’t seem to get her mind off sex. She must be a truly bad person.
    “Here, is this yours?” Marty opened the door to her room and ushered her inside. “Come on, sweetheart, you need to rest.”
    “Rest with me,” she said, astonishing herself when brazenly she wrapped her arms round his neck and kissed him.
    “Hey, don’t tempt me,” he said, gently extricating her arms.
    “I obviously don’t.”
    She turned away to hide her blush, clearly having gotten the wrong end of the stick. How humiliating was that?
    “How about I come and wake you up a bit later?”
    “There’s no need.”
    He grasped her shoulders and turned her to face him. “There’s every need,” he said. “I’ll wait until Max and George have gone, just in case they need you for anything.” He kissed the end of her nose, like she was an awkward child who needed placating. “Now get some rest.”
    As soon as he’d left the room, Athena stripped off and slid between the cool sheets, convinced that she wouldn’t sleep a wink. She was too embarrassed at having made a fool of herself, and had too many thoughts whirling through her head, for that to be possible.
    A hand gently shaking her shoulder woke her from a deep sleep.
    “Hmm.” She turned onto her back, stretched her arms above her head, and yawned. “What time is it?” she asked sleepily.
    “Just after five,” Marty said, amusement in his tone.
    “What!” She sat bolt upright, forgetting that she was stark naked. “I’ve slept for over two hours. Why didn’t you wake me earlier?”
    “What for?” he asked, his gazed fixed on her breasts.
    “I need to get dressed,” she said, pulling the sheet up to cover herself.
    “No you don’t. Not for what I have in mind.” He pulled it right back down again, only lower, to reveal her entire body. “I thought you wanted me to wake you up.”
    “I got over that impulse.”
    “Then let me refresh your memory.”
    “I need to make sure that George and Max have everything under control.”
    “They do. They just left but said to tell you there was nothing for you to do.”
    “Now I feel guilty.”
    He chuckled. “If it’s guilty pleasures you’re after, you’ve come to the right place.”
    He sat on the edge of the bed, pulled her into his arms, and kissed her. His lips were firm and demanding as they fed from hers, but Athena was suddenly full of self-doubt. She shouldn’t be doing this, should she? She’d let Bay fuck her the night before and now she would finish up doing the same thing with Marty, not twenty-four hours later if she wasn’t careful. It wasn’t what she did. She wasn’t like that.
    Except her body wasn’t listening to the convoluted ramblings inside her brain. Without thinking through the consequences, she set about kissing him right back. Her lips parted, and as soon as his tongue slipped between them, she sucked it deeper, suddenly desperate to follow this thing through to its conclusion, the hell with her conscience! He took control by deepening the kiss, causing heightened desire to spiral through her in swirling waves that robbed her of the ability to think straight. Annoyingly his hands remained passive, one resting on her shoulder, the other supporting the back of her head. Didn’t he want to touch her?
    “What did Bay tell you about our proclivities?” he asked when he broke the kiss.
    “He told me that I had to be obedient and do whatever he asked me to.”
    “Yes.” He stroked her hair. “What else?”
    “That I could only speak when spoken to.”
    “That’s very important.”
    “He said the three of you liked to share.”
    “Hmm, we do.” A hand finally drifted to one of her rock-hard nipples and pinched it. She flinched but didn’t have to wait long for the stinging pain to become tingling pleasure. “But will you let us share you? That’s the question.”
    “I think so, but I’ve never had two men at the same