Her Three Liberators [The Hot Millionaires #6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Zara Chase

locally as well. Besides, in his words, I was unadventurous and passive in bed.”
    “And you believed all that bullshit?” Jonny asked, looking furious.
    “Why wouldn’t I?” Steffi forced herself to sound casual. “I never did get what all the fuss was about between the sheets. It didn’t do anything for me, but I didn’t care as long as he enjoyed it.” She looked at each of them in turn. “Don’t you see?” she asked plaintively. “You’re wasting your time with me because I’m frigid.”

Chapter Eight
     
    Jonny didn’t know whether to laugh to or thump something. A less likely candidate for frigidity he had yet to meet. She exuded sensuality by the bucket load. The scumbag who’d so destroyed her fragile self-esteem sounded like a real piece of work, and if he was here right now, Jonny wouldn’t be responsible for his actions.
    “Frigid?” Jonny laughed, but not unkindly. “Not a chance.”
    She placed her hands on her hips. “And you’d know more about that than me, I suppose.”
    “We all would,” Harry said. “Just because the scumbag didn’t give you orgasms to write home about, that’s no reason to—”
    Harry stopped talking and gaped at his brothers when Steffi’s blush, and all that it signified, registered with him.
    “Did he ever give you an orgasm?” Jonny asked, frowning.
    “How could he when I’m frigid?”
    “Did he even try?” Brad asked in a murderous tone.
    “Of course he did, but you can’t get blood out of a stone.”
    The brothers exchanged a prolonged glance. A babe like Steffi hadn’t yet had her sexuality awoken. If they’d thought she was a challenge before, it was nothing to the way they felt about her now. She was theirs! They would show her what she’d been missing all these years, and then some.
    “You been with anyone other than this Sam rat?” Brad wanted to know.
    She shrugged. “A couple of guys before him, but they didn’t do anything for me, either.” She glowered at Jonny, but the gesture lacked teeth. “Anything else you want to know to complete my humiliation?”
    “Yes,” Jonny said quietly, his eyes focused like lasers on her face. “Will you allow us to prove you wrong?”
    “Huh! That arrogance again.” She shook her head. “Sam was universally popular. All the women loved him, including me. If he couldn’t show me what it was all about, what makes you think you can?”
    “Not me,” Jonny said. “Us.”
    She appeared astounded. “What, all three of you?”
    “Scared?” Harry asked, a hint of a challenge in his tone.
    “I just don’t want to waste your time.” She sighed. “I’m a hopeless case.”
    “Are you prepared to shed your inhibitions and do whatever we tell you to?”
    Steffi paused, considering Jonny’s request. At least she hadn’t turned him down flat, which was an encouraging sign.
    “What things?”
    “You don’t get to choose,” Brad told her. “You have to place your complete trust in us.” His voice softened. “You know we’ll never harm you or do anything that makes you uncomfortable.”
    She nodded, not taking issue with that statement. “Why not?” She summoned up a brittle smile that didn’t come close to meeting her eyes. “I have a feeling that not many people prove you guys wrong. It might do you good to learn that you don’t actually walk on water.”
    Jonny stood up, reached for her hand, and this time she allowed him to take it. A frisson of awareness shot through his body as his fingers closed about her palm. He suspected from the way her hand jerked in his that she experienced something similar.
    “Still convinced you’re right?” he asked, innocently elevating one brow.
    Her lustreless gaze fuelled his determination. “I know I am,” she said listlessly.
    “Then how come your pussy’s sopping wet?”
    She gasped. “How did you—”
    Jonny chuckled. “I didn’t, not for sure, but you just confirmed it.”
    “That doesn’t mean anything.”
    Jonny wrapped an