Her Billionaires: Boxed Set (The Complete Collection, Books 1-4)
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Because she needed more. More, more, more. Mike obliged, pulling her down for another kiss, her own taste more evident now, her lips spreading in a grin at the mixing of their juices, their bodies, the ease of so much sensual abandon. She leaned down and changed the angle of her hips, now in control of the thrusts, her ass lifting up, pussy lips encasing him, her shifts imperceptible to him but giving her clit more friction, making her so, so close.
“God, I love your body,” he gasped, hands full of her breasts, throat tight as she milked him, plunging down as hard as possible to feel so full, so real. Moonlight spilled into the room and she took in the scene, Dylan’s gaze of love and enjoyment, Mike’s body filling hers, his chest and face below her, eyes concentrating on her, absorbing their lovemaking, the love in the air palpable. Tipping her head down, she inhaled slowly, primally as she pulled up, the room filled with moist heat and the scent of three, the thought combining with her faster movements, her body fucking him now, the one who maintained the pace, who took the rising ball of lust inside her, which expanded and grew until—
Starbursts. More screams. An emptying and a completion that she couldn’t name. “Laura! Laura!” Mike shouted, his face twisted in torque and thrust as she raked her fingernails over his shoulders, his hands kneading her hips and ass, fingertips pressed hard into her luscious curves. They thrashed and vibrated, her pussy climaxing less from her clit’s frenzy but more from the deep pushing, the perfect pitch of flesh against flesh, of the supernova of juicy sex.
Her hips ached, forcing her to rest her head on Mike’s shoulder as she came down, down, down from a high she didn’t know was possible, much less achievable in the arms of anyone—or any two. Mike murmured love and whispered loyalty in her ear as Dylan snuggled up to them, helping to ease Laura onto her side, her body limp with the feeling of being wrung out, a joyous song of satiety humming in her head.
As their breathing returned to a normal pace, Laura looked first at Dylan, then at Mike, then at the window, moonlight smiling in on them. Finally.
Finally she had what she wanted. Exactly what she wanted.
Sigh. Almost.
“OK, boys,” she commanded, arms folded up under her head, the gesture one of authority. “Which one of you is going to give me a foot massage, and which one of you will make the salted caramel ice cream run?”
Mike looked out the window with a forlorn look on his face. “But it’s snowing! And a twenty minute drive to the nearest store.” The look he shot her said what are you talking about?
She pulled her hands out from under her head and clapped twice. “Then get to it!” Settling back down, she let a deep, satisfied sigh flow through. “Now I see why I need two men.”
Cold hands touched her feet, Dylan already at her bidding with the massage, laughing at Mike. “Too slow!”
“I don’t wanna—it’s cold—are you kidding?” Mike pleaded. Even so, he seemed to know the argument was lost, reluctantly standing and throwing on his pants.
She pointed to her belly. “Does it look like I’m kidding?”
“Fine. Salted caramel? A pint?”
She nodded, then stopped. “No! Make it two. It’s going to be a long couple of days and I don’t want you leaving for one second longer than you need to.” She batted her eyelashes as Dylan worked on her feet.
“Anything else?” Mike held his smart phone, ready to type. “A list? Because I don’t want to have to leave again.” A lascivious smile consumed his face. Laura liked it.
“Nope! Simple list. Ice cream.”
“Easy,” Dylan said, nodding approval.
“That’s right,” she sighed, winking at Mike as he shrugged on his coat. Mike kissed her forehead and shot Dylan a promise of future revenge as Laura lay in bed, stretching.
The baby kicked in agreement as Dylan laughed. “A girl could get used to this.”
“That’s right,” he said, working on her arch. “It’s never complicated—anymore.”
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Table of Contents
Her Billionaires
Her First Billionaire
Her Second Billionaire
Her Two Billionaires
Her Two Billionaires and a Baby
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
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