Forbidden Intentions by Quinn Arthurs

Four masks. Three strangers. Two words. One night. Zero chance of a future.
Yes, sir.
That was the game. One night of fun, of seeing what it was like to be sexually adventurous and finally have the orgasms I’d never gotten. Masks and wigs kept my anonymity—and theirs.
Or so I thought.
Two days later, champagne in hand, I realize the eyes looking back at me are familiar, too familiar. They are the same shades as the masked men who gave me the strongest orgasms of my life.
And they belong to the three gorgeous men who are, as of today, my stepbrothers.
It’s clear they recognize me as easily as I recognize them, and their new statuses as my brothers aren’t stopping them from seducing me back into their beds, whether together or separately.
The wicked smiles they bestow on me promise pleasure and pain if I’m willing to face the consequences. Consequences even they didn’t see coming.
The husky words they murmur as they back me into a corner say it all.
Family comes first.