Chapter 90

Shantelle’s POV

I swear Roman probably did this way too often. He didn’t even hesitate. Why would he? He’d brought the toy over in the first place. He held it at my folds as he continued to kneel before me and smirked when he pressed a little red button on the link. The device buzzed right at my entrance, and I gasped, slamming both of my hands down onto his shoulders to steady myself and keep from falling right onto the bed.

“I’m ninety-nine percent sure this is going to be too much for me, guys,” I admitted.

Both of them laughed and shook their heads. “I’m convinced you could handle the world if I gave it to you all fucked up, Shantelle,” Seven murmured to me.

Roman removed the device, now shiny and almost dripping with my arousal. Seven grabbed my hips immediately and lifted me to stand, then pressed a hand to my back. “Bend forward, baby.”

Roman scooted just a few inches forward so that I could bend at a ninety-degree angle, my hands on his s