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The side of his mouth curved. “You are a clever woman.”

Brock’s brow furrowed as he watched Smith, and then his eyes narrowed on Kyra. “Let me take a guess, Smith made you come twice tonight, didn’t he?”

“Yes. Why?” She batted her lashes. “Is that a problem?”

Brock frowned. “I do remember Smith telling you that we take our bets seriousl

y. Are you ever going to let one of us win?”

She hesitated, then smiled. “Not tonight.”

Smith barked a laugh, approaching her. “The bathroom is down the hallway—third door on your right. Brock ran you a bath before he joined us.”

Her belly fluttered at how neither of them rejected the thought of another night with her. She damn well wanted more too. Hearing their story, learning of their difficult past, and even that they were so close they lived together, it all intrigued her. She wanted to know what made them tick, the lives behind the millionaires. Then she took in what Smith said and frowned. “You’re not joining me in the bath?”

Brock tucked her hair behind her ear and smiled gently. “We have to spend a little time working tonight. Once you’re done, we’ll likely be finished.”

Her chest constricted as the sudden familiarity of his words sent a wave of discomfort to steal her happiness. “Okay,” she managed through her tight throat.

Brock gave her bottom a hard smack and her a quick peck on the lips before he turned away to fetch his clothes. After Smith mirrored the light kiss, they strode down the hallway and entered the office.

Kyra stared at the empty hallway as a memory rushed into her mind.

A young Kyra skipped down the hallway, then leaped into her father’s arms. “Daddy, it’s my birthday.”

“Happy birthday, baby.” Her father smiled, pieces of his dark gelled hair broke free and hung over his forehead. “Seven years old, you’re such a big girl.”

Kyra pushed out of her father’s arms as he lowered her to the hardwood floor. “Mommy said we’re leaving soon for my pizza party.”

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“I know.” Her father cupped her cheek. “But, darling, I’m sorry to say I can’t make it.”

A slow disappointment slid over her, making her chin quiver. “Why?”

Her father’s brown eyes were shadowed, his brows drawn together, and his lips pressed into a thin line. “An important meeting has come up at work. You know Daddy can’t miss these things.”

Tears welled in her eyes. “But it’s my birthday.”

“I’ll make it up to you. Next year I won’t miss it.” Her father smiled. “I promise, Kyra.”

Kyra blinked out of the memory, staring at the office door Smith and Brock had entered, a cold shiver sliding through her.

Her father never kept his promise.

One month had passed in a blur of exciting nights of hot sex. Thirty long days went by with Kyra daydreaming about those erotic adventures during her workday. The passing weeks had left her body happy and her smile genuine.

The hum of the limousine’s engine slowing drew Kyra away from the memory of her wicked nights spent between two delicious men. She looked out her window, noticing the driver stopping in front of the Hotel Monaco Baltimore.

Only a moment later, her door whisked open, and she stepped out into a warm, dry night. The driver shut the door behind her, and tipped his hat. “Have a wonderful evening, miss.”

“Thank you.” She smiled.

It’d been a while since she’d been driven anywhere in a limousine. Her father had enjoyed the luxury of such things, but Kyra preferred a car she could drive herself. Furthermore, no matter how nice the limo was, it would’ve been nicer if Brock and Smith were in the car as they had planned.

She’d seen the empty seats and experienced the slow slide of disappointment before she’d received the phone call from Smith. He told her that they would have to meet her at the charity event tonight because a meeting held them up.

In the month she’d spent with them, she couldn’t even count on two hands how many times they were late or had to rearrange a dinner date because of work. The tension in her chest that had developed the first night she’d slept at their place hadn’t left her. In fact, it’d become worse.