Blake, Abby - Mikayla's Men [A Bride for Eight Brothers, Book 1] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever) by Abby Blake Page B

through him when he thought of how his mothers would react to that.
    Shit!
    He had almost made it to his bedroom when she came running down the hallway.
    “Matt,” she said as she got closer and slowed to a walk, “I think we need to talk.”
    She smiled at him kindly, and his heart twisted just a little bit tighter. God, why wasn’t she seething with anger over what he’d done? He didn’t deserve forgiveness, so why was she even talking to him?
    “I’m sorry,” he said again. “If I could take it back, I would.”
    “I wouldn’t,” she said firmly. He finally made eye contact with her and was stunned to see the passion in her expression. “This morning you gave me an incredible experience. One I’m not willing to forget.”
    “But—”
    She cut him off with an agitated wave of her hand. “Do you think,” she said angrily, “that men are the only ones who enjoy sex?”
    “Ugh, no. I…uh…” He could feel the urge to ramble and slammed his mouth shut on the rest of what were guaranteed to be poorly chosen words.
    “Okay, Matt. Here’s the truth. I loved everything you did to me this morning. Loved it. You managed to make me feel more wanted and fulfilled with just a few words than anyone else has in my entire life. John hiring me as an administrative assistant means I have a chance to pay back the money I owe you.”
    He shook his head and was about to say that she didn’t need to pay back the money, but she growled in frustration and looked angry enough to want to twist his ears. He swallowed what he wanted to say and stayed quiet.
    “Working as an employee means that I am no longer a paid whore. Which means I am free to make my own choices.” He nodded in agreement. “Which means that if I choose to have sex with any or all of you, then it’s what I want. Agreed?”
    He nodded again, this time frightened to talk lest he give away just how turned on he was feeling. Choosing to have sex and choosing to have sex with him weren’t exactly the same thing.
    She seemed to notice his dilemma, anyway, because she stepped closer and laid her hand over his rapidly growing erection. “You said you like to be in control. Should I back off?”
    Hell no!
    He smiled, feeling a little more relaxed than he had since first meeting her. God, was it really only twenty-four hours ago?
    “Where were you planning to sleep tonight?”
    “In your bed, of course,” she replied cheekily.
    He laughed and opened the door, motioning for her to go in. She stepped into his personal domain and headed for the bathroom like she belonged there. Strange how comfortable that felt.
    “Do you have a spare toothbrush?”
    “Third drawer,” he replied as he wandered around the room tidying a few things.
    It wasn’t exactly messy, and she’d been there before, but it just felt necessary for her not to think of him as a slob. He heard the water running in the shower and briefly considered joining her but decided against it. As much as he liked being in control, it seemed important that she come to him by her own free will.
    She came out of the bathroom wrapped only in a towel.
    His cock surged to full life again, a reaction to her nearness that he couldn’t really hide. He grabbed one of his clean shirts and threw it to her. She caught it easily and looked at him for an explanation.
    He shrugged. “I like seeing you in my shirts.”
    She suddenly looked worried and maybe a little sad, and he moved quickly to pull her into his arms. “Matt, I think I need to tell you that John and I, we…uhm…this afternoon, in his office…”
    Matt smiled and smoothed a hand over her damp hair.
    “I know,” he said, trying not to laugh at her surprise. “It was kind of hard not to hear. The building isn’t all that big.”
    She burrowed into his embrace, hiding her embarrassment. “But the shirt?”
    “I like seeing you wear my shirt. It doesn’t mean I won’t share you with my brothers.”
    “Oh,” she said, still sounding