“I’m glad we’ve helped you,” Hunter said. “I’m sure over the years we’ll be able to show you things you never thought you were capable of and all of it will be done with love.”
“That’s another thing we need to discuss,” Wilder said. “Dawn, what are your feelings about us working here? Will you have a problem with it? Would you want us to continue on here?”
Dawn didn’t want to put restraints on their actions, but them working here would bother her. There was no way she could allow it and still feel confident in their relationship. “No, it wouldn’t feel right if you stayed on here. I hate to say this, but I don’t want to share any of you. If I have to share, then it will be over. Even though my heart will be broken, I can’t see myself living with the three of you while you’re off pleasing other women. I want to be the only woman in all of your lives.”
Micah spoke up. “Hunter, Wilder, what do you think about that? Let’s get all of our feelings out right now. Me, I’ll find something else to do. I don’t have to be a sexual therapist.”
“I’m not sure what I’ll do for a living,” Wilder said. “But if quitting here is what Dawn wants, I’ll do it. I’ve got some money saved to get me by for a while until I get another job.” He leaned forward to look at his brother. “Hunter?”
Dawn turned her gaze to Hunter, almost afraid to breathe. She wanted them all to agree.
Hunter shrugged. “I’m with you. I don’t have a problem with it.”
It was Dawn’s turn to rise from the couch and begin to pace. She couldn’t contain her excitement now. Her life was finally coming together. Now that they had agreed to quit here, she could reveal the fact that she was fairly well off when it came to finances. It was the one thing she hadn’t filled in on her questionnaire for the weekend. She didn’t like people to know she was basically rich. She didn’t want people to treat her differently because of it.
“Okay, now you’re worrying me, Dawn,” Micah said, stopping her pacing by stepping in front of her and taking her by the arms. “Why are you wearing a rut in the carpet? What’s wrong?”
She grinned and kissed him quickly on the lips. “Absolutely nothing is wrong.”
“Then why are you looking so anxious?”
Dawn turned slightly so she could see all of them. “There’s something I need to reveal to you, something I’ve kept secret from most people.”
“Go ahead,” Wilder said, leaning forward.
She cleared her throat. “You don’t need to worry about finding a job. Not unless you want to.”
“What do you mean?” Micah squeezed her arm. “We’ll have to get a job sooner or later.”
She laughed, her happiness too large to contain. She shrugged. “You don’t need to worry about a job. Even though I’m just a secretary, I have an inheritance that will last the four of us a very long time.” She stepped up to him, taking a strand of his hair in her fingers and twisting it. “You can go back to school, pursue another career, I don’t care. As long as none of you make a living at making love. As far as that goes, all of your love belongs to me now. Agreed?”
“Are you serious?” Micah’s eyes went wider.
“I’m stone-cold serious. I don’t tell people about my wealth. Not unless I’m very close to them.”
“Then, why did you list yourself as a secretary on your questionnaire?” Micah cocked his head as if he was trying to understand.
“I am a secretary. I like to work. I like to succeed, and climbing the corporate ladder is a challenge to me. You don’t mind if I work, do you?” She’d never thought of the fact they might not want her to work.
“You can work at any job you like as long as it has nothing to do with being intimate with anyone except us,” Hunter said, standing up. “Can you agree to that?”
She looked over at him and smiled. “You bet I can.”
Micah picked her up and swung her around. “Wow, I can’t believe we’ve found a woman as special as you.” He stopped spinning her and put her down. “I can’t wait to start our life together. We have so much to teach you. How soon can you move in?”
Dawn laughed, almost breathless from their enthusiasm. “Well, any time, if I have your help, but there’s something else I’d like to do for the rest of the weekend.”
“And what would that be?” Micah raised one eyebrow.
“Well, since I’ve already paid for the whole weekend here at the spa, let’s enjoy it. I’m your only client, right?”
Micah nodded. “Yes.”
She glanced at the twins and crooked her finger at them. “Come join us.”
The twins crossed the room and joined them where they stood. Dawn took a step back from Micah and gazed at her three men. “It’s only Saturday. We’ve got the use of the suite until tomorrow. Why don’t you three take me in that room over there and teach me a little bit more about giving up control?” Just the thought of them restraining her and then loving her made her wet.
The twins and Micah smiled, their eyes flashing. “You’re very convincing at times, did you know that?” Micah asked, then took one step forward and captured her face in his hands.
When his lips found hers, hungrily kissing her, Dawn closed her eyes and let him take the lead. Other hands began searching her body, undressing her. Giving up control to these men felt like the most natural thing in the world.
THE END
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