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My Playboy Fiance: A Billionaire Fake Marriage Romance

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by Katerina Cole


  “Does it feel good there, baby?” he growled.

  “Oh God yes. But I want you, Isaac. Please.”

  “You’re not ready yet,” Isaac’s voice was anguished.

  I looked in Dylan’s eyes, filled with sexual desire. “I want to be ready.”

  He nodded. His hands palmed my breasts, drawing torturous strokes over my nipples.

  “Fuck her harder, Isaac.”

  He went wild with the baton fucking me with it, pushing it, making sure I wanted it. Every pump only built my need for him more. I pushed into it, begging for him to give me more. I needed him to know I wanted this as every bit as he did. As all three of us wanted it.

  He sank it to the hilt and turned the vibration speed to full blast. I groaned. Dylan tilted my chin toward him.

  “Open up for it. If you want that sweet virgin ass to be fucked, relax into it. We don’t want it to hurt. We want it to feel good. Let us give you this. Do this for us.”

  I nodded. “I want it so much it hurts, Dylan. Please.”

  “She’s so fucking ready, man.” Dylan panted, losing his own round of control.

  I heard Isaac twist the cap off the bottle of gel. I turned to see him coating his beautiful cock with a generous amount.

  I didn’t know if they decided who would deflower my rosebud. There wasn’t time to bring it up now. Maybe there was a coin toss, or a private auction between them. But there was no doubt, Isaac was going to take it. And I wanted him to have it. I wanted him to be the first man to go deep inside me. It felt right. As if he would cherish this part of me. Protect me.

  “Oh please,” I begged. “Please.” I was desperate.

  “Shh, shh. It’s ok. We’ve got you.” Dylan kissed me. He sat forward. “We promised you you’d always get what you wanted.” He started to lean forward, and I realized they were rotating me backward. “You’ve been so good about getting ready for this.”

  “I am ready,” I panted.

  I was dizzy. I was on fire. I was drunk with anticipation.

  Isaac was propped on a wedge of pillows, his knees bent and legs wide, so his cock stood erect like a statue as he leaned into the headboard.

  Dylan rolled me back slightly, lifting me up from under my arms. I looked in his eyes as I felt Isaac pull the vibrator from my ass and replace it with the tip of his cock on my rosebud. I bit my lip. He was so much wider. So much thicker and harder than the flexible baton. I didn’t think I could stretch for him.

  Dylan knelt in front of me, his shaft bulging forward. It was slick with the heat from our sex. “I want back inside your pussy, darlin’. Open up for both of us. Remember you have to relax for this to work.”

  I nodded. He was waiting for me. This was what I said I wanted. Isaac’s hands sank into my waist. I couldn’t see his eyes, but I felt the warmth in his fingers. They steadied me. Reassured me, this meant something to all of us. I felt the throbbing coming from underneath me. We were all held in suspense. Waiting for the final trifecta to come true. Waiting for the moment when I was filled by both of them. When I was no longer a backdoor virgin. Waiting to let Isaac fuck me where no man had been. Waiting for Dylan to watch me come undone with both of them inside me.

  Isaac’s fingers traveled from my hips to between my cheeks, rubbing the ring of muscle, soaking it with lube.

  “You’re so ready. So wet. Fuck me, baby,” he commanded.

  I let go. I let everything go. All the things that held me back. The good society girl. The perfect model. The owner. The boss. The fiancée. I pushed myself down over Isaac’s cock, crying out as the pain sliced through me, twisting and burning my rosebud. But fuck, it felt fantastic.

  “Oh shit. Fuck.” I grabbed onto Dylan’s solid shoulders, clawing at him for balance. Digging into his skin for dear life.

  Isaac, who was always in control, always in command of his emotions, his body—that Isaac, lost it.

  He started driving into me. I jerked with the blinding white pain until it turned to complete ecstasy. It was like a beautiful soothing light spreading warmth and rapture from his cock, pulsing inside me.

  Dylan groaned. “Fuck me.”

  He nestled his cock at my entrance, waiting until I bounced up from Isaac before slamming into me.

  “Oh shit!” I clutched him, my nails pressing deeper. I knew there would be claw marks in the morning.

  He pulled out just as I slid onto Isaac.

  Again.

  I rose up, rocking my hips forward and Dylan pumped into me.

  “Fuck,” I cried.

  He gripped my ass, letting go in time for Isaac to slice into my newly christened asshole.

  Again.

  Up and down. Fucked and pumped. Sliced and filled.

  My tits bounced wildly. My hair flew around my shoulders. Their hands were everywhere owning my body. Touching. Tugging. Twisting. I’d never felt so full. So adored. So sexual. So whole. As if this was the most pure state my body could exist in.

  “You’re fucking amazing,” Dylan growled.

  My lips parted. I wanted to speak. I wanted to tell them I loved every touch. Every river of sensation flooding me. But I was drowning in them. Carried off the bed, hovering over them as if I had wings. My thighs tingled. My toes were almost numb. It was as if every part of me glimmered with desire for them. For what they were making me feel.

  My body soared and dipped with surges so intense I felt like I was flying, crashing and gliding between them. Taking off and landing with each thrust. With each jolt of cock heaven.

  I started to twitch and tingle. My core fired warning signs. I couldn’t hold off anymore. I had to come. How could I make it last? How could I stay here, tangled between them? Watching the sweat glisten on their skin? Listening to their ragged breaths in my ear, calling my name?

  Isaac slid into my ass as I whimpered, stretching my tender rosebud. My release was coming hard. I tried to hold on to him. Tried to keep him there, but as soon as I did, he offered me up to Dylan, who was pushing my pussy walls with his generous cock. I collapsed around him, desperate for the orgasm to land, but neither would let me.

  “Fuck us both, baby,” Isaac commanded. “Don’t fight it. Come on both of us. Come harder than you’ve ever come.”

  “No,” I cried. “I don’t want it to stop. Please don’t stop.”

  My head rolled to the side. I shook and convulsed. They filled and spread me. Each making his home inside me, rooting and melting our bodies into one.

  “You’re going to come,” Isaac growled. “We told you to come. Give in to us, Vanessa.”

  “Oh shit. Dylan! Isaac!” I screamed as I started to unravel. They were too much for me to resist.

  They raced faster to make me climax. Pumping with urgent fever. I’d never forget this. I’d never recover from how delicious my body felt with both of them inside me.

  “Come for us. Fucking come hard,” Dylan grabbed my face, devouring my lips. His kiss blistering.

  I gave them everything I had, releasing my body to them. I handed them everything. My body was theirs. I poured my soul into them. I surrendered, submitting to what we had found in each other.

  Isaac came as I did, shuddering with massive strength. He groaned and growled twisting under me as his shaft throbbed with aftershocks. Dylan yanked me from Isaac, tossing me on my back and frantically pinning me under his hard body, pounding his cock inside me.

  “Oh shit, Vanessa.” He came with a violent shatter, climaxing rapidly. He nuzzled into my neck, sheathing himself deeper in my pussy.

  My eyes opened.

  Isaac rolled over next to me when Dylan collapsed on my other side.

  “You’re so fucking incredible, baby.” He kissed my cheek. I looked in his eyes. The smoldering darkness was unbelievable.

  “Thank you,” I whispered.

  “Are you ok?” he asked.

  I nodded. My body had never been so sore, but it had also never felt so alive. It was surging with life. He had given me a gift. They both
had.

  “I meant to be more gentle. Will you forgive me?”

  I giggled. “It was perfect. No forgiveness needed. I loved it so much.”

  Dylan propped up on his side, tracing a line around my nipple. It was still hard and sensitive. I inhaled deeply. My skin felt as if it was wrapped in tiny tendrils of sensation. I had to be glowing and glittery.

  “It was perfect. I had no idea what a little she-devil you were.” He winked.

  I slapped at him. “It’s your bad influence, Dylan James.”

  “Really?” He grinned, showing off his sexy smile. Damn, he was completely edible.

  I nodded, my eyes closing involuntarily. I wanted to stay awake and talk. I wanted to tell them they had changed me. But I couldn’t keep my body from falling into a completely satisfied state. I fell asleep nestled between the men who had rocked my world and turned my life upside down.

  26

  Vanessa

  I loved how these strappy black heels looked on me. I parked in my reserved spot under the stadium and took the elevator to the top of the tower.

  I was a new woman. A powerful woman. A sexual goddess who had finally spread her wings last night. I couldn’t keep the smile off my face. Every time I looked in the mirror, all I could see was the way I looked in Dylan and Isaac’s eyes. What was it Dylan said? I was a sex kitten. I giggled as the elevator doors opened. I hoped Candy had a latte for me. I was going to need it to make it to lunch time.

  “Good morning,” I sighed, stepping off the elevator.

  Candy’s face was pinched together. “Va-Vanessa…”

  I was practically dripping in pheromones. I knew it. Knowing how sore I was only a turn on. A beautiful reminder of the night I shared with my men.

  I noticed her desk was devoid of coffee. “Can you order some lattes for me?” I asked.

  I strolled past the desk, feeling like a damn dominatrix in these heels. Maybe I could call the guys up to the office before practice. Shit. I was getting even naughtier. What could we find to do in my office in thirty minutes? I had to leave the heels on whatever they decided. I smiled wickedly to myself.

  “Vanessa…” Candy ran after me.

  I walked into my office.

  Shit.

  “I was trying to tell you.” She stopped behind me.

  I stared at my grandmother, sitting behind my desk.

  “Hi, Grammy.”

  I turned to Candy. “It’s ok. I’ve got it. And hold my calls,” I instructed.

  Candy dashed back to the lobby.

  “Well, you look like a glowing bride.” She eyed me.

  “Oh no.” I realized why she was there. My palm hit my forehead. “I’m so sorry, Grammy. I completely forgot about cocktail hour last night. Oh, I’m the worst granddaughter.” I closed the door behind me.

  “Not the worst. Maybe not the most considerate right now.”

  I stopped in my tracks. Her bitterness still surprised me.

  “I had an interview at Sports Now with Dylan and then it was late. I forgot to stop by. I’m sorry. Would you like to go out for breakfast now? I will have Candy clear my schedule.”

  “Candy?” She rolled her eyes. “Can’t believe she wasn’t the first person you fired.”

  “Grammy!” I was glad the door was shut. “I haven’t fired anyone. I’m certainly not getting rid of my assistant. She’s been a life-saver this week.”

  Was that all it had been? A week? I had lived a lifetime in the past few days.

  It was starting to feel awkward that I was on this side of my desk. My grandmother looked quite comfortable where she was sitting. It was good to see her out of Warriors-themed clothes for once. She was wearing a peach cardigan over a navy blouse and navy pants.

  “Breakfast isn’t necessary. But you can have that bimbo bring coffee. That would be fine.”

  “Grammy, what has gotten into you?”

  I stared at her in disbelief.

  She looked at me without hesitation. “I’ll take cream and sugar.”

  I exhaled. I had no idea what was going on. I walked to the door. “Candy, could you order my latte and a coffee for my grandmother, please?”

  I closed the door again. It was a few minutes before Candy entered with a coffee cart. I looked at her. I’d never seen it before.

  “I ordered it for occasions like this. I hope that’s ok.”

  “Of course.” I smiled. “It’s perfect actually.”

  “That’s enough,” Grammy snapped. “We are having a meeting.”

  I mouthed an apology to Candy as she backed out of the office.

  “Grammy, really. What is going on? You’re never like this.”

  She stirred in creamer and sugar into the china cup.

  “You didn’t come home last night, Nessa.”

  I was a grown woman. It wasn’t like I hadn’t spent nights out. I’d gone to college. I’d traveled Europe.

  “I didn’t realize you were worried.” I tried to spin the situation. “I’m sorry if I kept you up.”

  “It doesn’t matter.” She waved her hand. “I can only guess what had you out.”

  I bit my tongue. I didn’t have to defend my adult lifestyle. I had no regrets about my decisions, and last night was no different. It had changed my life.

  “I brought you a gift.” She nodded toward the floor.

  There was a black safe next to my desk.

  “What is that?” I peered at it. How had she hauled that thing in here?

  “Call it a gift from the grave.”

  I placed my latte on the edge of the desk and walked around the side, stooping to my knees. There was a passcode on the front. I looked at her.

  “7-9-5-8. Your father’s birthday.”

  “Oh.” I punched in the numbers and the safe unlocked. I lifted the lid. I stared at files of papers. It looked like a banker’s box of notes.

  “What is this?” I picked up the one on top, reading the name: Luke Canton. “Why do you have a file on our quarterback?”

  She brought the cup to her lips. “I do not have a file on Luke Canton. Those were your grandfather’s.”

  I returned to my seat with the folder. I would have to listen to her entire explanation. Trying to pull bits and pieces out of her wasn’t working.

  “Did Granddad leave these for me?”

  “He probably didn’t expect you to ever see them, but since you are the new owner of the Warriors, I suppose so.”

  I flipped open the top leaf of the file. There were articles. Pictures. And a copy of a check. I read the attached memo.

  “Granddad paid off a woman who accused Luke Canton of getting her pregnant?” I was shocked.

  She huffed. “That’s what it says.”

  “You don’t know?”

  She lowered the coffee to the desk. “There’s a file on every single man on the team in that safe,” she answered.

  “But Luke is married to Lexi. They have a baby. This is damaging. Ludicrous.”

  She closed her eyes, opening them again slowly. “I looked at the dates. It seemed to coincide with when he started dating Lexi. There is also a copy of an invoice from Charlie Maine. She came in and handled the situation according to the notes.”

  I closed the file. I didn’t want to know what else was in it. But I was relieved Luke hadn’t cheated. I could only imagine the implications. And I hated to think what it would do to his young family.

  “Why did you bring this to me?”

  “There’s a file on Dylan James in there. Your dear fiancé. All of them. They have secrets. This entire team is built on secrets and lies.” She pinched her red lips together.

  I didn’t know whether to dig through the safe looking for Dylan’s and Isaac’s files so I could keep them safe, or find them so I could read every detail. But I heard the hurt tone in her voice.

  “You didn’t know?” I whispered. “You didn’t know this safe existed, did you?”

  “I’m learning there are a lot of secrets in this famil
y.” Her voice was monotone.

  I had a deep and sudden pit of guilt in my stomach. I was one of them.

  “But Grammy, I’m sure he just didn’t want to involve you in team problems. There’s nothing good in these files.”

  “Is that how you think your marriage will work? You are ok with years of lies between you? You think it’s ok for a husband to hide things from his wife in a vault? Tell me, Nessa. Are you ok with Dylan keeping secrets? Having another life? Maybe another family?”

  “Another what? What are you talking about?” I was buzzing. I’d never seen her like this. Everything about this conversation was out of context. The anger started to make more sense now. As she was going through Granddad’s things she was learning new information—information she didn’t like.

  I had too. Like how cheap he was with the team. How he treated the players. How everyone in this building had practically hated him. It wasn’t easy to stomach.

  “I thought you needed the safe. And I think you need to bring Charlie Maine in. I like that girl, even if she did keep secrets from me. Steve is a weasel. She’ll know what to do with it. Give her the safe and ask her.”

  Grammy pushed back from the desk. I was bewildered.

  “I don’t understand. You haven’t even finished your coffee. Grammy, don’t go like this. We could still spend the morning together.”

  I shouldn’t have missed our time together last night. She was feeling lonely and neglected. I had compounded that by making her feel unimportant. It didn’t help that Steve’s press conference was the way she discovered my engagement. I could only imagine how that must have made her feel with the revelation of the safe.

  “I’m so sorry I missed last night. Truly. Please stay and talk to me.”

  “I have more business to attend to, dear.” She reached up on her tiptoes to kiss me.

  I offered my cheek like I always did.

  “Is it something I can help you with?” I asked. “Is it at the attorney’s office. I’ll ride with you.”

 

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