The Seduction (Finding Forever #2) - Jessie Jones Page 0,35

close, exhale a sigh, and then close his eyes.

"John, we need to talk, mate," Patrick began as he halfway sat up in the bed.

"In the morning, Pat," John replied without opening his eyes. He knew he and the Irishman needed to talk, but right now, all he wanted to do was prolong the unfamiliar sensation of happiness and complete satisfaction he felt as Gillian sighed contentedly beside him. "Right now, we sleep, boyo."

"But, John—"

"Sleep," John whispered again before exhaustion overcame him.

Chapter 5

A small moan escaped Gillian's lips as she stretched her tired, sore frame out on the large, oversized bed. Expecting to feel John and Patrick's hard bodies on either side of her, she sat up abruptly when she felt only the silkiness of the sheets. She looked around the room and was confused to find the only thing in the room was the morning sunlight filtering in through the balcony doors. Pulling her legs to her chest, the beautiful American again let out a gasp of discomfort as her knees touched her aching breasts. A small smile touched her pink, swollen lips as her thoughts drifted to the evening before. Although her body ached from head to toe, Gillian loved the warm feeling spreading across her stomach and thighs. John and Patrick had awakened her twice more with their mouths, hands, and cocks and had brought her pleasure unlike she had ever known. She could still smell their cologne and natural scent all over her body. Even now, it hurt to sit on her bottom, but the pain was so worth it.

The doorknob turning had Gillian's attention on the door as she pulled the sheets up over her breasts. Her emerald eyes watched Stewart walk into the room carrying what looked like clothes on his arms and pushing a cart. As he approached the bed, his eyes touched hers, and a soft smile touched his lips. "Good morning, Dr. Morgan. I hope you slept well."

"Morning, Stewart," she replied as she watched him lay out the clothes on the end of John's bed and begin preparing the cart. The butler then walked around the bed to hand her a glass of orange juice and an envelope. Gillian downed the cold liquid before she set the glass down and opened the envelope. Pulling out the small card, she read: If you thought last night was wonderful, just wait until you see what I have in store for you today, John. When she was done reading the card, she found a dozen Juliet roses lying on the bed in front of her.

Stewart stood back, eyeing the stunning, ebony haired woman as she read the card from John and caressed the expensive roses he had instructed to be given to her. The woman looked disheveled and well used, and the smell of sex still lingered faintly in the room. The smile on his face widened as he noticed the small bruises popping up on her shoulders and arms. John and Patrick had clearly enjoyed the American's company last night. She was, after all, the first woman to ever stay the night in John Kenric's personal suite. Not even Pandora had ever been given the opportunity. He could tell by the look on the Brit's face this morning that John had feelings for Gillian, even if he wasn't ready to admit them. Patrick clearly had them too, but he had left early for work. Stewart knew that the Irishman was running away. Deep down, the butler envied the two men as his eyes skimmed over Gillian's petal soft skin and breathtaking face. The American was extraordinary!

Gillian's eyes filled with unshed tears as her fingers delicately traced the roses. She felt so conflicted inside. She could not even begin to describe her feelings about John and Patrick. Her body was still humming from their sexual encounters last night, but it wasn't only about the sex. There was something in the way they touched her, especially John. Gillian hated to admit it, but she found herself already caring deeply for the Brit. She could swear that there had been moments when she had seen something deeper in his eyes, and although she couldn't understand the language he spoke during sex at times, the words sounded full of love and affection. His touch had been so tender, and he had spent so much time making sure that she always found her pleasure. The American felt a searing hot pain deep in the center of her chest when