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Hamish’s eyes fluttered open. “Oh yes, please.”

I glanced down to find a padded strip of wood at my feet.Ah. Clever.After I knelt, I licked a bead of precum off Hamish’s tip.

He thrust his hips forward. Then he grunted as Donovan slid into him.

The rest was just us doing what we did best—all giving and taking in equal measures and somehow coming out with three orgasms, one on top of the next.

Absolute fucking bliss.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Hamish

Sleep had nearly claimed me in the enormous bed in the dungeon when my men returned carrying, between them, three mugs of hot chocolate.

I’d tried to insist they could drink alcohol.

Tyson, who’d done way too much drinking during his marriage—and after—claimed to be tooblissed out.

Donovan, also not known for imbibing, offered me a sweet smile and said he had a hankering for marshmallows.

They’d left me curled under a huge down-filled comforter and had padded upstairs, naked no less, in search of sustenance.

The cool sheets against my heated back and ass just increased my comfort to incredible heights. Donovan had gone easy on me. Even I was well aware of that. But he’d definitely piqued my curiosity. I’d almost begged him for more. More sensation. More pleasure.

More pain.

But then he’d fucked me. And Tyson’s mouth had done all kinds of clever things to my cock and, well, orgasm. Well, orgasms. Three of them.

And for that brief time, I’d forgotten about my job, my career, and my punishment from the college. I’d gotten off lightly. I should’ve lost my license. But as Allie had pointed out, sometimes doctors killed patients by negligence, and they rarely lost their licenses. Life was messy. Donovan and Tyson had made compelling arguments why disciplining me wouldn’t benefit anyone. In the end, I was happy with the slap on the wrist. Would be even happier when I returned to work on Tuesday.

Tyson handed me the mug and then gingerly crawled in beside me. Donovan slid in the other side, although I noticed he had his phone.

“Seriously?” Tyson glared at the thing. “And does it even get reception down here?”

“Yep.” Donovan placed his mug on the nightstand and entered his passcode on the phone.

The light down here was what one might callmood lighting. In other words, I could barely make out my men’s expressions.

“Holy shit.” Donovan might’ve said that reverentially, and I might’ve perked up a bit.

Well, just a little bit. That orgasm and the bliss of the scene had made me a little woozy.

“What?” Tyson made a grab for the phone.

Donovan evaded.

I nearly spilled my hot chocolate. “Children.”

Tyson pouted, and Donovan merely grinned.

“Elouise Hynes won the Academy Award for Best Actress.”

“Holy shit.” I grinned. I’d met Elouise several times and had been utterly charmed by the actress from Newfoundland via Hollywood who now made her home in Vancouver. “Did she thank Kelci in her speech?”

“She thanked everyone in her speech, apparently. Geneva Alvarez has just posted a piece on the news website. Elouise charmed everyone.” Donovan continued to scroll.

“Easy to do. For her,” Tyson added. “She’s got you wrapped around her little finger.”