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Thirty-One

Isobelle

The bedroom was stifling when I woke. I knew it was close to lunchtime by the strong sunlight seeping in through the curtains. Sweat coated my skin, causing the sheets to cling to my body. I was sticky and gross in all the wrong places; my pussy and ass had been the source of Lucas's entertainment until the early hours. My god, I ached. I desperately needed a bath and then a deep tissue massage to recover.

Alex would destroy me tonight. My thoughts drifted to his bag of tricks and wondered if they were going to be part of his plans. I lifted my head, cracking an eye open to see a bed full of naked muscles.

My boys came home.

"Good morning, Princess," Grayson croaked.

He sounded bone-tired, and because he didn't bother to open his eyes, he looked tired too. No wonder it was hot as Satan's asshole in here, with four humongous muscle men nestling alongside me.

I pressed a kiss to Grayson’s forehead and a dreamy smile curved his lips. As the mattress dipped, I disturbed the other
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