Violet Purple had assumed Roman was in the shower and would step out any second.
But even after her orgasm—yes, those screams, and thank you very much, her mates had done a damn good job cleaning her plate—she knew something was very, very wrong.
Roman would never miss an opportunity like this. Never.
This was Roman Draven they were talking about, for moon's sake—the same guy who could sense her hunger from miles away and show up grinning.
So where the hell was he?
Violet sat up at once, still panting as she asked, "Have you guys seen Roman this morning? Wasn't he in the bathroom with you?"
Asher's brows furrowed immediately. "Isn't he usually taking solace in your bosom?"
Instinctively, Violet looked down. Her breasts were already bare from the entire situation, but there was no sign of Roman anywhere.
Just to be sure, she stood up and stripped completely, scanning herself.
