“You asked for it, sweetheart.” Daniel’s words were gruff. The roughness sent her swimming higher.
Grant and Daniel picked up speed. They fucked her together, pushing deep inside her in tandem. Kate tightened her fingers around the cuffs, needing the support and stability. Their hands roamed over her, touching her everywhere at once. Her breasts, her thighs, her stomach, her clit. Every touch sent her higher, pushing her closer to that enviable climax.
“Come, pet,” Grant whispered in her ear. “We want to feel you come with my dick up your ass and Danny’s in your cunt.” His voice was husky with need. He didn’t just want to see her come. He wanted to come himself. Daniel probably did too. It didn’t matter to her. Either way, she got her reward.
They slammed into her, both Grant and Daniel thrusting as deeply as they could, together. Their rapid, coordinated plunge rubbed against all her sensitive places at once, pushing her the last inch over the cliff. Kate screamed out. Pleasure, sharp and intense, overwhelmed her senses. It raced across her nerves and along every inch of her skin.
Just as she tipped over, Grant reached for the cuffs. With quick, nimble fingers, he unbuckled the leather bands from her wrists. Kate’s hands dropped to her men, limp and almost useless, yet the sensation of her grip on their strong shoulders centered her. How Grant knew she needed this, she’d never know. But that’s exactly what made him an amazing Dom—the concern, the understanding, the interest he took in her every signal and need.
Wave after wave of ecstasy rolled over her, pulling her down. She clawed into their flesh. She had no idea who she clung to, whose cock pounded into her. It didn’t matter. In this moment, they were one. One large being, thrusting and fucking and loving together.
“God, pet,” Grant moaned against her shoulder. His lips brushed against her shoulder, soft and sweet. “You’re clenching on me so hard. It feel so good.” His hands shook on her skin. His fingers dug into her hips as he pulled out and slammed back into her.
“I don’t think I’ll be able to last much longer.” Daniel leaned on her shoulder, groaning against her throat.
He spoke more to Grant than to her, but her heart still sped up at his words. The need in his voice and the pleasure racing through her combined to make her dizzy. It was all so much, too much, and yet she’d find a way to survive it. It was a tough life, but somehow she’d learn to manage.
“Fuck,” Grant groaned, matching Daniel thrust for thrust, “me either.”
Kate focused on breathing deeply as her two men quaked around her, fucking her hard. Her body still trembled from her own delicious orgasm. She wanted desperately for them to join her. And she knew just how to give that to them.
At her very core, Kate was always the good submissive. And any good submissive worth her salt wanted only to please her Masters. Kate had never felt that urge more than she did right now. She clenched her muscles tighter around them, and both men growled against her skin.
“It’s okay,” she snuggled closer into them. “Let go.”
Daniel groaned, clutching her desperately. “Oh, baby, I love you so much.” He drove into her. Each motion sent new shudders of pleasure through her whole system. Not enough to get her off again, but definitely enjoyable. He gripped her hips hard and screamed out. His body shook against hers before going slack. His warm, damp skin stuck to hers, but she didn’t mind. It felt so good to be close to him, to be held by him.
Grant, who wouldn’t be outdone by his brother, continued to thrust into her. Her ass would be sore tomorrow, but it was worth it. Kate reached up, tightening her fingers in his hair. She scored his scalp with the edge of her fingernails, and he groaned against her hair.
He thrust into her one more time before he screamed her name. His cock jerked inside her. Each twitch its own mini orgasm, wringing her body of all her remaining energy. He leaned his head down onto her shoulder, holding her tight. His body trembled against hers. His long hair glided across her skin, sending little shivers of pleasure down her spine.
Then the room was still.
Daniel and Grant wrapped their arms around her, their dicks still inside her. Kate settled into the warmth and love of their embrace. If there was a happiness greater than being with the two of them, she’d never survive it.
A cry of regret ripped from her throat when Daniel pulled out of her, stepping back and heading toward the bathroom. The moment was so perfect, so wonderful, she never wanted it to end, even though she knew it had to. They couldn’t stay that way forever. But she still hated to separate.
Grant followed after him, pulling back and leaving her completely empty. Turning her around, he tightened his arms around her, pulling her into his chest, supporting her without Daniel’s help. “I’ve got you, pet.”
She nodded. She knew he did. In every way that mattered.
He picked her up, carrying her to the bed and depositing her in the center. The mattress dipped as he followed her onto it, spooning her front. Leaving her back cold and empty, but only until Daniel came back.
“I love you, pet,” he whispered against her cheek.
“I love you too, Master.” She smiled over at Grant, tracing her fingers across his lips and the evening stubble along his jaw. He really was gorgeous in a rugged way. Just as Daniel was, in his own sophisticated way. Even their appearance appealed to completely different sides of her.
Her new wedding ring glinted in the light. It would take some getting used to, seeing the metal on her finger. But what she’d committed to required no adaptation. She might be married to only one of these men, but her heart belonged to both of them.
Daniel returned with a damp washcloth. He ran the towel along her ass and across her well-used pussy, removing the traces of lube and arousal from her skin before returning it to the bathroom.
His movements were routine, and the normalcy—especially after the last few days—calmed her. If this was what the rest of her life looked like, she’d be a very happy woman.
It wouldn’t always be easy. They’d have disagreements. They’d fight and argue. But as long as they remembered how much they loved each other, how much they cared, they could find a way to make this work. Kate was sure of it.
They had to. There wasn’t another alternative. She needed them both too much.
“Did you have a good wedding night so far?” Daniel kissed her cheek, stroking his fingers down her side with his own sweet possession as he crawled into bed. Not one of control but devotion.
Kate smiled, not sure whether her words implied the night was over or not. She certainly hoped it wasn’t. She only planned to have one honeymoon, and she wanted to enjoy every minute. “Yes, I’m having a very good honeymoon.”
“Sorry we couldn’t take you on a real vacation.” Grant brushed the hair back from her face, staring deep into her eyes. Fire still burned in his gaze, giving Kate confidence toward the rest of the night. “I just couldn’t leave the ranch right now.”
She leaned down and placed small kisses across his chest. “This is the best honeymoon I could ask for.” She didn’t need anything more.
She glanced up at him, amazed by the concern etched across Grant’s face. After that orgasm, she couldn’t even form a frown, let alone the lines across his forehead. She tangled her fingers in Grant’s long hair, pulling him down to her for a quick kiss. Just a brush of mouths, chaste and sweet, yet it said so much more. I love you. I appreciate you. I couldn’t want any more.
“I don’t need to be on a tropical island to feel special. All I want is to be with the two of you.”
“What did we ever do to deserve you, pet?” Grant smiled down at her before dotting her cheeks and eyes with butterfly kisses.
She was the one who didn’t deserve them. They’d given her a home, a family. Even the wedding had brought her a better relationship with her mother. And they’d both been willing to join into this relationship so she could have everything she needed, regardless of the struggle it was for them.
“We’r
e in this together. All of us.” She reached for Daniel’s hand, tugging them tighter together. “Forever.”
“Good thing, sweetheart.” Daniel nuzzled into the hollow of her neck. “Because you’re ours now. No escaping.”
She smiled, sinking further into bliss, surrounded by her men. Why would she ever want to escape being loved by them, being owned by them? Nothing in the world could be better.
This is all she’d ever wanted. All she needed. And she had no intention of letting them go.
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Working for Him
Willa Edwards
Excerpt
Chapter One
“Merlot, please,” Serena ordered from the bartender, handing him the single paper ticket parcelled out so no one got drunk on the company dime. From the animated conversations around her, a few had already done so at their own expense at the hotel bar.
The Vertical Aeronautics annual all-people meeting had got off to the same start as last year, reminding Serena why she’d chosen to become an engineer. She’d much rather spend the day with gears and equations than people. Plus it was the closest she could get to flying, due to her horrible vision and flat feet.
Subtly, she looked down at her watch, trying to gauge how much longer she had to stand around the banquet hall and make nice with the other employees. The day had already been a long one, and the night continued to drone on. All she wanted to do was get out of this uncomfortable suit and too-tight shoes and relax for what remained of the evening.
“Ms Carter, how are you doing tonight?”
Serena turned and smiled at the man who’d slid up to the bar beside her, even though her cheeks were already tired from so many forced smiles today. “I’m doing well, Larry, how are you?”
He nodded. “Good, good.” He smiled at the bartender and ordered a whisky sour. “Though my department didn’t perform quite as well as yours did last year.”
Serena nodded. “Thank you. We were very lucky.”
Luck had nothing to do with it. It was damn hard work to keep her staff motivated, most of them still begrudging that she’d got the promotion to vice president over many of the more senior team members. But she’d learned long ago that modesty worked better at these work functions than the truth.
“I hope we’re so lucky next year.”
Serena smiled and took another sip of her drink. Sure he did. But that would require him to get off his ass and spend less time between his secretary’s legs. “I hope so, too.”
“How are you liking the conference this year?” Larry continued talking, and Serena fought back a groan at being forced to continue with such pleasantries. How does he not get the hint? “The food’s not as good as last year, but I’m enjoying the location. Vegas is a fun time.”
She smiled, wondering exactly what kind of good time he was having in Vegas. “It’s nice to travel somewhere warmer this time of year, but Vegas isn’t my kind of town. Too much activity, too many lights.” Too many co-workers.
“You just haven’t seen the city yet. Let me show you around, give you a tour of the casinos.” Larry moved a fraction closer to her along the bar, and against her will the corners of her mouth drooped into a frown. “Play a few games of craps, and you’ll be singing a different tune in no time.”
“I’m not much of a gambler.” Serena tried her best to ease back without showing it. Maybe the stink of liquor on his breath will help with his perceptions.
“We’ll play slots then. That’s not really gambling.” As he spoke, Larry’s eyes drifted down to her chest. He was far from the first to sneak such a peek today. Even beneath her conservative blouse and knee-length skirt, she still received quite a bit of attention from her male colleagues. Maybe because they came into contact with so few other women in the rest of their lives.
“Good to see someone’s enjoying the bar.”
Serena looked over to her side, where the dark husky voice had emanated from. Richard Barrett stood beside her with his own pleasant forced smile. He looked every bit the powerful playboy billionaire in his perfectly tailored black suit. He’d left the top two buttons of his shirt undone, allowing his collar to gape a bit and display a hard chest and thick dark hair. Serena’s mouth watered at the small peek.
The kid behind the bar didn’t need to know he was the CEO to realise this man was powerful—everything about him portrayed it. His hard, muscular body, his stance, the look in his eye. The bartender didn’t even ask him for one of the stupid drink tickets, he just filled the glass quickly and handed it over.
“Mr Barrett.” Larry immediately snapped to attention, standing a bit straighter and shifting his eyes away from her breasts.
“Mr Thompson.” He nodded to the man. “Ms Carter.” He nodded towards her, a slight curve in his lips as he said her name. He stared back at them with those piercing dark eyes that could make even the most seasoned businessman sign over his company, home and wife if Richard Barrett asked for it.
“Are you enjoying the meeting?”
“Very much, sir,” she responded, a little too quickly.
“Yes, the location is great,” Larry continued, filling in the awkward gap. “I was just telling Ms Carter, since we’re in Vegas, she should at least play a few slots and have a little bit of fun.”
Mr Barrett shifted his gaze to her, and her heart picked up speed. There was something about this man, something about the power and the determination in his eyes, that always called to a very deep part of her, a part she kept hidden from the rest of the world. The submissive part of her.
Pinned beneath his laser stare, unable to hide any of herself from him, Serena shifted uncomfortably. Her stomach fluttered and she pressed her thighs together in the hopes of keeping the throb between her legs at bay. The hum had her panties wet and the impulse to press her face into his chest and breathe in his musky male smell sounding like a great idea, even in front of the entire company.
“What do you think, Ms Carter? Are you inclined to play the slots?”
She looked up at him, blinking through her lashes. “No, Mr Barrett. That’s not the kind of play I enjoy.”
His eyes darkened a bit at the breathy quality of her voice, exactly the reaction she’d been aiming for. His hand slid along the bar next to her, his fingers bumped against hers. Just the briefest touch, but it still set her heart bounding. She knew all too well what amazing things he could do with those big hands. How rough and how gentle he could be, all at the same time.
His fingers moved back, leaving behind a plastic key card. His room key. She reached out, quickly enveloping the flat plastic beneath her shaky fingers before Larry or the bartender could notice the discarded key. Her entire body heated with the touch of the card. It had been another long year, a year of waiting, of dreaming, and now he was here. She’d once again be in his bed, beneath those firm hands.
She cast her eyes up to meet his. His dark gaze focused on her, pinning her beneath his stare. She gripped the bar for support. Her ears buzzed and her stomach knotted. She could drown in those eyes, be taken over, conquered by him, and never complain for a second.
The corner of his mouth turned up, a motion so small anyone not focused on him would never have seen it. He knew what hold he had over her. And he liked it.
“I hope you do have some fun tonight, Ms Carter.” He smiled and her knees decided to rebel, no longer holding her solidly upright as they should. She gripped the countertop hard enough that her knuckles screamed. It was that, or fall to the floor at his feet. “Life can’t be all about work.”
She nodded, his husky words stealing her ability to think, let alone speak.
He picked up his drink, looking past her and breaking the spell between them. “Good luck, Mr Thompson. I hope you have a great night.”
Beside her, Larry nodded. “You too, sir.” He grabbed his own drink and walked away from the bar, determining her not amenable enough to continue his pursuit. She had no complaints.
“Have a good night, Serena,” he whispered, so close his breath wafted along her exposed neck. So low no one else could hear his seductive tone. His husky words slid down her spine and shivered across her skin.
“Yes, sir,” she returned, as he walked towards the gathering of senior-level managers across the room.
She held the key card tight enough that the sharp corners bit into her palm. The slight pain only heightened the flare across her nerves. She intended to have a very good night.
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About the Author
Willa Edwards has dreamed about being a writer since she was four years old. When she picked up her first romance novel at fifteen she knew she’d found her place and she’s never looked back.
She now lives in New York, where she works with numbers at her Evil Day Job and spends her nights writing red-hot tales of erotic romance. When she’s not at her computer, you can usually find her curled up in bed with her two furry babies, her nose pressed to her e-reader.
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