Sorin confirmed. “It’s the way with everyone at Tavian Leap.” Macy’s mind raced faster than she could process the thoughts. She felt very much like Goldilocks suddenly confronted by the three bears—no, four bears! But they didn’t want to eat her they just wanted—well, maybe eating of sorts was part of their plan. Her eyes scanned over the four wide chests, the four pairs of muscular arms and equally thick legs, the four slim hips, the four prominent bulges… Her vision narrowed, growing dimmer for the second time today. As her heart raced, it wasn’t fear making her lightheaded. It was the very idea that…oh man…she could have these men, all four of these men, and live out a forbidden fantasy, she wouldn’t otherwise have the opportunity to indulge. And she would leave here as soon as the storm stopped, and no one would be the wiser. It didn’t matter that she didn’t know them. It would make it all the more exciting. Illicit. And after the past few years of working her rear off and having her ex leave her for a friend who happened to have conveniently spread legs while Macy was out of the country, Macy sure could use a little “illicit”
