“Being a mistress is a purer love than being a wife. It’s all affection. All pleasure. It’s precious.”

“And what about the others?”

I laugh. “Ah, the real question. ‘Would I have to give up Doc and Bobby?’”

“No! That’s not what I mean!”

I smirk. “You don’t need to lie. I heard about last night.”

“You did?”

“Of course. My brothers and I have no secrets.” I rest my thumb against the soft button between her legs. “Would you like to be shared?”

“Shared? What does that even mean?”

“You’re not a stupid girl, I’m sure you understand.”

“But how would it work? Monday nights I’m with Doc, Tuesdays I’m with Bobby?”

“Maybe,” I say evenly. “We can make up our own rules. That’s the fun of it.”

“And you would… approve of that?”

I rub my thumb against her, lighter than a whisper. “As long as you’re not my wife, I don’t mind if you take pleasure from my brothers. In fact, I’d be happy to see it.”

“You can’t mean that!” she gasps. Whether from shock or my touch, I’m not sure.

I move faster, stroking her clit in gentle circles. “Bella, you’re young and you’ve never had a boyfriend. You don’t know much about men.”

“No, but I don’t think most men are like you.”

I scrape my teeth along the side of her pale neck. “When you’ve settled in, I’ll have Doc take you to Dreams. Men watch their friends get lap dances; they talk about women’s bodies with one another. When they’re close—and my brothers and I are very close—men can find pleasure in sharing a beautiful woman together.”

There is a heavy silence and I know what she’s thinking. I grin. “What a dirty little mind you have, bella. But no, none of us are attracted to men.”

“Then why…?”

“There’s a saying,” I murmur in her ear. “‘It’s nice to drive a Ferrari, but then you can’t watch it go by.’ You are that Ferrari, January. Sometimes I want to drive and sometimes I want to watch you be driven. To loan you to someone I trust because that is my pleasure.”

“I… I’m not a car, I’m a girl.”

“A pretty, obedient little girl,” I say, bringing my second hand between her splayed thighs. Her cunt is soaking, and there’s no resistance as I slide a fingertip inside her. When I pump, she whines like a lost kitty—just like Bobby said she would.

“My brothers and I are busy men, bella. We travel and work long hours. We don’t have time to date. Sex is easy to come by, but home comforts are another matter.”

I pulse my fingertip inside her, careful not to penetrate too deeply.

“The longer you’re here, the more I think it might be practical to keep you. A little woman for us to play with.”

Her head tips back onto my shoulder, her green eyes glazed. “I don’t know…”

“So don’t know. Let me know for you. I’m telling you that there is nothing you would like more than to live in my house and cook and sing and get fucked by four men.”