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

away last night and then ended up in bed with Zach instead.”
    “Oh no, don’t you dare. You don’t owe me an apology. But it couldn’t have been that great if you wanted to leave this morning.”
    “Emmett, stop that.” She couldn’t help but laugh at the look on his face, a combination of fake hurt and lust. “I said something to him this morning that…I think it hurt him, and I feel terrible. That’s why I wanted to leave. I just can’t seem to do anything right.”
    Her stomach rumbled, the sound too loud in the quiet room.
    “Tell you what. I’ll order in some lunch, and you can tell me the rest of the story, okay?”
    “You must have better things to do than listen to my sob stories.”
    Emmett pulled her into his arms, stunning her into silence. His rock-hard erection pressed against her lower abdomen, conjuring images of them on the cushions in this room, naked and sweating.
    “Now you listen to me, Abigail Emily Cosslin. I will not have you playing the martyr for the remainder of this day. Do you understand me? You’re a beautiful, intelligent woman. You have every right to fuck Zach or me if you want to, without having to apologize for it. And you are not to put yourself down. Are we clear on that?”
    She stared at his full mouth, wondering if he kissed as well as Zach did. Her gaze swept lower to the hint of dark stubble on his chin. As she imagined him rubbing that chin across her nipples, her clit began to ache. Oh shit. She wanted to fuck him, right here in this room, all day long. What the hell was happening to her?
    A second loud rumble from her traitorous stomach broke the spell. He released her, sauntered over to a phone on the wall, and spoke into it. She sat on the cushion and hugged her knees, fighting against the guilt and shame that kept trying to surface.
    Sex with Malcolm had been a reflection of her entire marriage—a constant barrage of verbal insults and admonitions about everything she was doing wrong. Nothing she said or did was ever good enough for him. He only married her because of who her father was. She knew that. If she was being honest, she’d always known it.
    “Food will be here in five minutes. You have that faraway look again.” Emmett sat across from her, his eyes filled with concern.
    “I’m all right.”
    “Okay. Let’s change the subject. Tell me something about you that’s not on the questionnaire. A good memory.”
    Good memories, did she have any? She bit her lip as several scenes from her childhood flashed through her mind, but inevitably they morphed into one of her parents admonishing her for not sitting up straight at the dinner table, or for getting her clothes dirty.
    The music playing in the background reminded her of Zach’s humming this morning. Cello playing seemed a neutral topic. “I’ve recently started playing the cello again.”
    “Really? Did you play as a kid?”
    She nodded. “I started taking lessons in grade school.”
    “You must be very good.”
    “I never practiced. It was something I loved to do, but by the time I was ready to get serious about it, the timing just wasn’t right.”
    Why did everything come back to Malcolm? She didn’t want to think about him anymore. She wanted to know more about Emmett and the others and this resort.
    “Now it’s your turn,” she said. “Tell me something about yourself.”
    “Well, I don’t play a musical instrument. That distinction belongs to Reeve, Niko, and Zach.”
    Abigail closed her eyes for a second. He hadn’t been lying. Zach did play the cello. “Reeve and Niko are also owners?”
    “Yes. Reeve Neville is a percussionist. In fact, if you stick around, you’ll be able to hear him play tomorrow night. We’re having an eighties party, and he’s part of the band.”
    “Sounds like fun. Will Niko and Zach also be performing?”
    “Niko will. He plays bass guitar. But Zach is strictly classical music. I’m surprised he didn’t tell you he’s also a cello player.