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Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 81208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
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“You shouldn’t talk like this. You don’t know what you’re saying,” I whisper.

“Maybe,” she tells me. “Maybe I’m a foolish woman with foolish feelings. Or maybe I’m someone just like you. Someone who wants more, who needs more. And maybe that’s okay.”

Her arousal scents the air like the sweetest perfume, so addictive I inhale it until my head spins. Her rapid heartbeat matches the tempo of my own as it beats double-time. Relief surges through me, mixed with a frisson of uncertainty.

Temptation like this is too delicious.

In fairy stories, temptations like these lead in only one direction. Goldilocks couldn’t resist the mystery of the cottage in the woods. She couldn’t stop herself from trying all the porridge and sitting on all the chairs. She ventured into all the beds, forgetting the danger she might be in. She tumbled into temptation like a boulder down a mountainside.

Goldie has no idea what she’s getting herself into, no idea what’s coming.

If she really wants to fulfill this fantasy, I have to tell her something, at least. I can’t let her stumble forward blind.

“It’s not just me,” I say gruffly, and for a moment, she seems confused. “It’s Evan and Hunter, too. My brothers have the same… desires.”

“They like the same things?”

I nod and take a deep breath. “And we come as a package deal.”

“A package deal? Wait. What?”

8

GOLDIE

It takes me a few moments to register what Robert just said. Three? As a package deal?

Three Mr. Bjorns for the price of one. Seriously, what does he think I’m all about?

Yes, I have fantasies beyond the norm. I might also be willing to enjoy acting out those fantasies outside a loving relationship. Sue me. But three men?

And it’s not just three. The Bjorns are big boys. Really big boys. If they’re packing to match the size of the rest of them, then that’s really like five or six normal men.

My pussy clenches involuntarily, and I shake my head. Am I turned on by the thought? It seems that I am.

Robert’s nostrils flair and he inhales deeply.

“Package?”

He blinks slowly, focusing on the middle distance. “Yes. It’s not something that will change, either. It’s just how it is.”

In a desperate bid to find something to do with my hands, I grab a cookie from the plate and take a big bite. I need some sugar in my system because my head is spinning.

“Always as a package?” I ask, with my mouth still full of cookie crumbs.

A thoughtful look passes over Robert’s face. Maybe spending time alone with me is a possibility he hasn’t considered. I mean, the whole package thing is weird.

“What if it was just us, as a one-off?” Do I sound desperate? If I do, it’s because I am. Really desperate. I lick my lips. Is this how Goldilocks felt when she saw all that porridge? Mouth dripping saliva at the prospect.

“Maybe,” Robert says. “Can I call you later?”

I nod because there’s nothing else to do. I’m in his hands, and it’s just the way I like it.

There are no pleasantries when he leaves, just a wave of his hand. When the door clicks shut, I have to lean against the counter to compose myself. Did all that seriously just happen?

I don’t recognize the woman I was just now. I pushed harder than I ever have before.

Seize the day. It’s what my dad used to say, although he never meant it in relation to this kind of thing.

I stare down at the carefully applied bandages and cleaned cuts. Robert’s touch had been tender. He rested his palm against my skin, and my heart skittered like a mouses. Seeing him on his knees in front of me felt like I’d felled a mighty oak.

I’m woozy and it’s not from running away from bears. It’s Robert and his allure.

Before I get on with my stock-taking, I bolt the door as a precaution. I don’t want to be caught out while I’m in the back, and anyone who needs my services can ring the bell. It’s a miracle that I concentrate at all with all the hormones rushing around my body. I’m so warm and achy between my legs that it’s all I can do not to touch myself.

Pleasure denial is part of what I like. I hope Robert likes it, too.

I’m home by the time my phone rings, relieved that I don’t have to look over my shoulder for bears or men anymore. I’m praying it’s Robert, and I’m hoping he’s calling to give me the answer I’m so desperate to hear.

He is. “But only if you come tonight,” he says.

“Tonight?” I’m a little surprised but a whole lot excited. It’s eight p.m., and I’m already in my PJs.

“Yep. It’s the only time.”

I guess that’s the decision made then. “I’ll be over soon,” I say, and Robert responds in a way that makes my panties wet.


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