“You should know better than to even try with these, sweets.”
She gives a soft giggle. “If I didn’t try, you wouldn’t have a trophy each time.”
He kisses her hungrily and rubs her belly. “Was that too much?”
I glance at Roman and see the worry in his eyes now that some of the lust has been satiated. We all wait for Sophie, wait to hear her say something, wait for something in general. She nuzzles against Gunner’s neck and peeks at us.
“I want more.”
I smile. “You’ll get it when we get home.”
“Only as much as you can take,” Roman promises. “And tomorrow ... tomorrow I’ll stay home with Holden.”
Holden nods.
“We’ll make your day perfect, just like you do every day for us.”
Sophie wiggles a little and bites her lip. “I love you all so much. I couldn’t ask for better husbands. I adore you and I ...”
She rolls her hips a little and laughs. “I love you.”
“We’ll spend all night proving to you that no matter what, no matter how many babies you have, you’re still just as hot as the first day we saw you,” I tell her.
“Even hotter.” Roman winks. “Seeing you with our children makes me sure that you are the only woman for me ... for us.”
Holden nods. “You are. Amazing in every way and the best woman in the world.”
“I think you have a fan club, sweets.”
“Are you part of it?” She rubs his abs.
“You know I am. We’re overdue for a bath.” He kisses her temple. “You’re the only one I’d ever give my whole self to.”
She stands up with some difficulty and hugs us all. “Can we do this regularly?”
“Guaranteed,” I promise.
14
SOPHIA
When we get back to the house, I turn, almost expecting our children, but they aren’t there. Once I turn in a slow half-circle, I see my four husbands, eying me like nothing has ever changed between us, as if I’m the sexy woman that they first craved in their offices.
I nibble my bottom lip.
“You didn’t get enough on the yacht?”
“If I ever say I’ve gotten enough of you, it’s not me, sweets.” Gunner goes right for his shirt, pulling it off and tossing it to the side.
Roman’s already working on unbuttoning his. Holden is working on closing the distance between us while stripping. “I think you have a bit too much on, Soph.”
“You think or you know?” I tease as I pull my hem up high enough to flash my thighs.
“I know you do,” Roman growls in Italian. “If that dress is on when I get over there, I’m tearing it off you.”
I can see all my men have the same thing in mind. I tremble under their gaze. How could I have thought, even for a second that they didn’t want me, that they don’t respect me, that they don’t love me?
Tonight overrides all of that. Every day with them proves it. I pull my dress off and toss it to the side, leaving me completely naked. I take a step back from them, eager to prolong the chase.