Single Dad's Spring Break: A Billionaire's Second Chance Romance

I pulled myself from my trance before I drew in a deep breath.

“The chairs do need to come down, and I have to get some glasses from the back,” I said.

“We got the chairs,” Nick said. “You go get those glasses.”

“Need help with them?” Jacob asked.

That was so fucking hot. Ballsy, but hot.

“Nope. I got it,” I said.

What were the chances of three smoking hot men in beautiful leather cuts strolling into the bar and asking if they could help? They were all chiseled with muscles I wanted to feel against my body. They all had kissable lips that I wanted to feel wrapped around my nipples. As I gathered the glasses from the kitchen, my mind fluttered to unspeakable places. Places where my body was spread out on a table for them to devour; where I was riding one brother while sucking another off. Places where I had the three of them at my disposal, in my own place, and at my own time, at my every whim.

Shit, I’m in trouble if they stay around here all damn night.

I stacked the glasses while the three of them put all the chairs down. I threw a rag to Nick so he could start wiping down the seats as Jacob went back to get more glasses.

Did I die and go to heaven?

Adam sat at the bar and helped me dry off shot glasses, and I could feel his eyes heavy on my body.

“You work often?” he asked.

“As often as I can,” I said.

“I like a hard-working woman,” Adam said.

“You’re shit at flirting, Adam,” Nick said. “Let me show you how it’s done.”

“Oh, and you think you can do better?” I asked.

“I can. And you want to know why?” Nick asked.

“Why?” I asked.

“Because even if I couldn’t, you’d be worth the effort.”

“That was pretty good, I’ll give it to you,” I said with a wink.

“Nice ass,” Jacob said as he came out with more glasses.

“That all you got?” I asked.

“Nice tits, too,” Jacob said, grinning.

“Ass and tits. That’s all men ever want,” I said, sighing.

“Not all men,” Nick said.

His words halted me in my tracks as my eyes panned over to him.

“Oh, really? And what is it you want?” I asked.

I could feel their eyes on me as Nick drew in a breath. But before he could answer me, my boss, Booker, came strolling through the front door and ruined my fucking moment.

“The crowd’s about to settle in, Emma. You ready?” he asked.

“Yeah, boss. I’m good,” I said.