Free Spanked by an Angel [Notorious Nephilim 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Carolyn Rosewood

voice to find him smiling, something she hadn’t expected. He pulled over another chair and waved a hand toward it. “Have a seat. And excuse the mess. I’m always buried in paperwork.”
    “Do you do all this alone?”
    He nodded, his gaze expectant. It was now or never.
    “Zach, I feel terrible for calling you a liar this morning. Emmett told me you do play the cello, and I have to assume the other things you said to me are true as well. I’m so sorry.”
    Zach shook his head before she’d finished her sentence. “I know you didn’t mean it the way I initially took it, and I’m sorry it’s been on your mind.”
    She didn’t know what to say. She’d expected him to be angry, and he wasn’t. Whenever she’d done one of a million things to upset Malcolm, he held it over her head for weeks, bringing up her past mistakes every time they argued.
    “I hope you’ve been enjoying your day so far, and that you take advantage of the spa facilities while you’re with us.”
    She had to avert her gaze before she spilled her guts and told him she had already taken advantage of them. “Emmett said there’s an eighties party tomorrow night.”
    “Yeah, but don’t expect me to show up sporting a mullet.”
    “Oh, I don’t know. Your hair is long enough to pull it off, and I think the look would suit you.”
    “Only if you show up with big hair and wearing a jumpsuit.”
    She laughed to cover up the sudden flush of heat his grin sent through her body. It was almost unbelievable. She was as hot as a horny teen for two men. Something odd was definitely going on here.
    “What a shame I didn’t pack my eighties clothes. And I’m fresh out of hair spray and mousse.”
    “The hair products we have, and Tiffany will be happy to show you a fairly extensive collection of clothing dating back to the twenties. Guests leave behind things all the time. We have them dry-cleaned and save them. Never know when someone will have need of an outfit from the forties, or bell-bottoms.”
    “You’re serious?”
    He nodded. “Very.”
    “Well, I should go find Tiffany then.”
    His grin widened, and his eyes danced with a light she’d never noticed before. “Does that mean you’re going to the party?”
    “I wouldn’t miss it.”
    He didn’t offer anything further, and when his eyes kept darting to the mountain of paper on his desk, Abigail excused herself. Tiffany was busy checking in three loud women, so Abigail went up to her room. She’d ask later about outfits for the party. Whether or not she attended would depend on how dinner went tonight.
    Once in her room, she kicked off her shoes and lay back on the bed, trying to make sense of the past twenty-four hours. To say it had been the wildest and most erotic of her life was an understatement. Her arms and legs ached from holding on to both men while they pounded into her. Her pussy was sore, her ass felt tender with every step she took, and each time an image of fucking one of them rose in her mind, her nipples started to tingle again.
    Only the nagging reminder Emmett hadn’t used a condom the second time ruined her musings, but at least she was on the Pill. Of course, that didn’t mean much considering how many women he’d probably had sex with. But wouldn’t he be careful and get tested regularly for STDs? Surely he and the others were cautious. She’d been so caught up in the moment she hadn’t wanted to stop him, but that was no excuse for her to act foolishly or take chances with her health.
    She fell asleep daydreaming about all the delicious things Zach and Emmett had done to her.
     
    * * * *
     
    Zach had finally been able to concentrate on work again when Emmett strolled in, his eyebrows raised. “I thought I’d find Abigail still here.”
    “You were wrong.” Zach didn’t meet his gaze, hoping if he looked busy, Emmett would leave. He was in no mood for Emmett’s pseudo-psychoanalysis.
    “You had sex with her last night.”
    “So?”
    “So how