Their Virgin Mate [Panther Cove 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Melody Snow Monroe Page B

behind, and snuggled.
    “Sleep tight, princess.” Hercules kissed the top of her head.
    “Night.” She thought about thanking them, but the right words wouldn’t form.
    This whole experience had been surreal. Right now her pussy was vibrating, as were her nipples, but she wouldn’t trade this experience for anything. Soon, snores surrounded her, but she couldn’t sleep. For one, she was deliciously cocooned between two massive bodies, and secondly, she couldn’t turn off her brain. Processing everything overwhelmed her. She tried to push everything to the back of her mind, but her wish was not granted.
    Eventually, exhaustion claimed her, and she fell asleep just as weak rays of light filtered in her bedroom window. The bed dipped, and she opened her eyes. Both men had gotten out from under the covers and were dressing. They probably thought she was still asleep. Not wanting to ruin the show, she watched quietly. Their economy of movement impressed her, as did their speed.
    She didn’t want them to go without saying good-bye. While it was Sunday, she was open on weekends and closed on Monday and Thursday. It was her wish to find someone to work those days, but she hadn’t taken the time to really look.
    “Good morning.”
    They spun around and grinned. Both jumped on the bed in a flash and hugged her.
    “I hope you slept, sugar.”
    “Some.”
    Hercules kissed her forehead. “We hate to run, but we got a call that we have to take care of. It might take us a few days to get things worked out.”
    “Did someone break into Panther Cove?”
    He shook his head. “No.”
    When no explanation came, she leaned back on her elbows. Only then did she realize the sheet had fallen and exposed her. She pulled the linen up.
    Casius chuckled. “I think the cat’s already out of the barn.”
    That got a smile. “You mean the horse.”
    His brief brow pinch confused her, but then he gave her a full-blown smile. “Horse, right.”
    Hercules sat back on the bed. “We really have to go, but we’ll be in touch. You were amazing.” He kissed her quickly.
    She sat up and dangled her legs over the side, still clasping the sheet to her chest. Casius leaned over, tilted her chin up, and kissed her.
    “Don’t forget us, babe.”
    That would never happen. “Hope nothing bad has happened.”
    “We’ll see ourselves out.”
    As they hurried out, she dropped back on the bed, once more sorting through the last twelve hours. The men were almost too perfect. It was as if someone had hired them to make her queen for the day.
    Eventually the need to get to work overtook the desire to lie in bed and dream. She didn’t like the idea that the men had some special job to do that would take them away from her, but perhaps it was for the best. Time apart from each other would give her perspective.
    She got up and carefully dressed, always wanting to look the part of some sex goddess. After all, her clients expected her to guide them toward sexual fulfillment. She smiled. Maybe with the help of her men, she’d be better able to lead them without lying.
    After she quickly ate, she bundled up and headed out. There was about an inch of snow on the ground, which she hoped would melt quickly. Bad weather often meant poor sales. On Sunday, she didn’t open until eleven to allow people to go to church. The extra two hours gave her time to do some ordering and clean up the store.
    No sooner had she opened than three women came in. Even in their heavy coats, they were pretty and petite. What she wouldn’t give to be that tiny. While she’d tried a million diets and had lost weight, eventually, she’d slack and the pounds would pour back on. Ugh .
    The girls headed over to the lingerie section and tittered as they held up the crotchless panties and the bra that didn’t even cover the nipple. Since the ladies seemed to be having fun on their own, she let them be. As much as she thought a bra that lifted but didn’t cover was nice, it definitely