Room One Hundred and Eleven (Bred By Billionaires)

6. Knox

CHAPTER 6

Knox

M y ass is numb.

It went past the tingly stage five minutes ago.

Still, I don’t mind being on guard duty.

I’m not sure I’ll ever get the image of that luggage cart racing toward our beauty out of my mind. Unless it’s replaced by all the things we’re about to do to her this weekend.

Do not think about stuffing her full of your cock and your come. Stretching her unused cunt and sliding through the slickness Aiden and Carter leave behind.

I wouldn’t want to blow in my pants before we show her what we’ve got planned to make her night—and the rest of our weekend—special.

I refuse to consider that she might not agree to attend the meet and greet we’ve set up at Club Sin. Or the rest of the wild adventure we planned for the next forty-eight hours.

Poppy won’t go back on a done deal.

Will she?

I don’t have much riding on this, aside from wanting her. Not like Aiden and the empty spot in his soul he is dying to fill with a family. Or Carter and his desire for an heir to our fortune.

It sounded like fun. That’s enough for me.

But now that I’ve met her…

Everything has changed.

I need her.

It’s pretty dumb to be sitting on the floor outside the backdoor of our own apartment, which occupies this entire floor. Except she has no idea that her guest suite connects to our main living area behind a movable bookcase.

None of us is taking any chances that something else goes haywire or that she sneaks past us somehow before we can bury ourselves in her sweet pussy and wreck ourselves in the process.

Please, please don’t say no.

I’m losing my mind here by myself. Sure, this was just a good time for me.

Some nasty kink we haven’t explored yet, unlike most others.

Suddenly, it’s more than that.

Because, from the moment I spotted her, I wanted Poppy unlike anything—or anyone—I can remember.

Carter and Aiden return, wearing tuxes.

In the time it takes them to walk to my outpost, Carter checks his custom-made gold watch—which Aiden and I got him for his thirty-fifth birthday—no less than ten times. “She’s got three minutes and seven seconds left.”

“What are we going to do then?” Aiden sighs. “Break down the door and force ourselves on her? Come on, Carter. Even you’re not about to take things that far.”

“Are you?” I’m not so sure. She signed his deal.

This beauty has us all out of sorts.

And hornier than usual.

Luckily, we don’t need to find out. I’m shocked when the handle in front of me turns. Especially without hearing the chain coming off the door first.

Poppy didn’t even lock us out? Our beauty needs to learn to take better care of herself.

Better yet, to let us do it for her.

If I’d bet on her to slink out of the suite with her hackles up or jump as high as a kitten startled by the vacuum when we turned our focus on her in unison, I’d have lost.

A sky-high stiletto pokes through the gap first, followed by a porcelain leg encased in fine black stockings that must connect to those garters I spied in her suitcase earlier. My gaze travels up her thigh. Way up. To the short, tight skirt of a killer, off-the-shoulder dress.

She’s still vulnerable enough to hug herself as she slips into the hallway, but her blood-red lipstick, matching nail polish, and the defiant stare she doesn’t know better than to fling at Carter tell me everything I need to know.

Fuck yes, I knew it.

She’s ours.