She groaned, and the pole shoved itself deeper. Gradually, he pushed himself into her until she was finally sitting on top of him. He was all the way, deep inside. So deep, she could swear his cock was poking the interior of her womb. Wriggling her hips, she could feel his balls like two small pillows cuddled beneath her. Hercules sucked in a breath between his teeth.
"Careful, My Queen."
At the sound of his nervousness, she laughed with utter joy. Oh, God, she felt wonderful! How could she have been so stupid as to believe a mere machine could be this fantastic?
Someone moved behind her, climbing onto the bed and making the mattress jiggle slightly. Bria clenched her pussy muscles, and delighted in the twin fires she saw erupt in Hercules's eyes.
Hands came around to cup her breasts the same time a hot mouth lowered to her neck. Bria caught sight of BJ still standing at the foot of the bed, but now he was stroking his own engorged appendage as he watched their love play.
Hercules took her hips and began to pump her slowly, steadily, up and down his cock. Cray continued to mold her breasts with his palms, using them like a potter manipulates delicate clay. When he gently pinched her swollen nipples, Bria cried out for joy. “More!"
"Our queen requests more?” Hercules gasped. He was holding back, determined to give her more satisfaction, despite his rising needs.
She could no longer think as his hard thickness stretched her, delighted her, and rubbed her to the point of soreness. The mattress tilted slightly, and Cray released her breasts. Immediately, Hercules let go of her thighs and reached up to take her shoulders. Slowly he drew her down until the hard tips of her nipples scratched across his chest. His fingers dragged through her loosened hair, his palms cupped the sides of her face, and he sucked her tongue into his mouth when he kissed her.
Warm hands touched her buttocks. Unaware of what was going to happen next, Bria sighed as fingers lightly dipped across her anus, leaving a cooling sensation in their wake. His touch sent erotic impulses coursing through her, heating her blood even higher.
And then came the strange invasion.
"Oh, God!"
"Shhh!” Cray's voice shushed her. “Relax, My Queen. Relax. Let the pleasure we're wanting to give you sing through your body."
His cock glided into her, past her anus. Taking her ferally. As she gasped again, Hercules took command of her mouth. A hard body leaned over her back, acting almost like a shield as hands pinched her nipples. At the same moment, the steel rod of his cock slipped past the tight ring of her ass and slowly, inexorably, slid into her.
Hercules paused, allowing his brother time to enter her. Bria couldn't stop the trembling overtaking her as this new and utterly devastating sensation started to flood her system with raging lust. She moved her hips slightly, a minute jerk, and instantly a pair of hands were on her backside holding her still.
Groaning, she tried to make sense of it all, tried to separate who was who and where. Hercules continued to devour her mouth. His hands kept her face where he could reach her. His cock quivered inside her pussy, ready to continue.
Cray's hands fondled her breasts. His heavy breath warmed the back of her neck. His enormous cock was nearly shoved all the way to the hilt of her ass, to the point where she was almost afraid to move.
Then whose hands were holding her buttocks?
Lifting her mouth from Hercules, Bria raised her eyes to see BJ's weeping penis at eye level as the man bent over them. As she stared at the erection nearly an inch away, she could see the soft, delectable texture of the flushed helmet. A pearly droplet hung off the tip, and without thinking she licked it off. In the next second, his cock was pressed against her lips. The invitation was clear, but unspoken.
She sensed Hercules giving the signal as she opened her mouth to take BJ into her mouth. At the same time, Cray began to pull out, then press back in. Hercules used his hips to move up and down within her weeping pussy.
The three sensations going on all at once were both overwhelming and devastating. She couldn't scream with her mouth full of turgid cock. Somehow she managed to flex her fingers and found they were on top of Hercules's chest. Gripping his shoulders, she hung on for dear life.
Sanity left her. Every ounce of strength and awareness was focused on the slow, methodical screwing she was being given from every angle—mouth, pussy, and ass. The three men were being careful not to hurt her, and as a result she grew closer and closer to the absolute perfection she had sought all her life.
She couldn't think, but there was no need to. Nor did she need to fear. These men knew what they were doing, and with every thrust, with every deep penetration, they always stopped just short of pain. Bria moaned, and all three men echoed her.
Their actions grew stronger. Faster. More demanding. Bria matched them as best she could, taking their triple dominance over her as her nerve endings flared and fired.
She had no time to notice when the giant started uncoiling inside her. Three immense cocks fucking her brains out were all she was aware of until the orgasm rammed into her with unmerciful force. As she shrieked, BJ pulled out and continued jacking himself off those last few seconds before he erupted. Hercules cried out, and the next moment so did Cray. They both rammed into her ass and pussy and held themselves there as their cream pumped with vicious explosiveness.
The last thing Bria knew before she blacked out was that three grown men were embracing her as tenderly and as affectionately as if she really was their beloved queen.
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Chapter Nine
When she awoke, she was still in the third-floor bedroom, but she was alone in the bed. Someone had placed her under the satin coverlet to prevent her from getting chilled.
A sound from the other side of the room caught her attention. She turned her head to see Hercules sitting on a small love seat. He wore his little white skirt and a big grin.
Slowly, Bria glanced around the rest of the room. The fucking machine was gone. So were Cray and BJ. The only evidence to show what had gone on earlier in the room was the box of condoms and the small jar of Vaseline sitting on the table near the bed.
Opening her mouth to question the whereabouts of his brothers, Hercules softly told her, “They had to attend to other guests."
"Oh?"
Her disappointment to find them gone drew a smile from him. “Not in that manner, My Queen. You are unique. A rare jewel. Would you believe me if I told you that you are the only woman the three of us ever agreed upon? The only one we ever wanted or were willing to share?"
Could she believe him? Why the hell not? There was something extremely morale-boosting in his comment.
"But you failed,” she whispered, looking back at him. When he gave her a puzzled expression, she told him, “I didn't die. I didn't get my wish fulfilled."
"On the contrary. Yes, you did. And it was a beautiful death."
A beautiful death? She gave a bark of laughter. “Oh, puh-leeze."
"Believe me,” Hercules insisted. “The French call it la petite mort. The little death. It's when your orgasm is so strong, so overwhelming that you black out. That's what happened to you, My Queen.” He held out his hands, palms up. “We fulfilled your desires."
She couldn't argue with him. She didn't want to. Hercules and his brothers had given her a memory that would last her for the rest of her life.
"Is it still Saturday night?"
"A little past two in the morning. You've been asleep for a little more than three hours."
She'd been out for three hours? “And you've been here the whole time?"
Again that enigmatic smile. “It was my desire."
His desire? Or his job? She wanted to believe the former, although the truth was probably closer to the latter.
And speaking of truth, there remained one final confession she had to get off her chest. Otherwise, her conscience would never allow her to guiltlessly savor this experience for as long as she lived.
"H
ercules? ... Zel?"
His smile sparkled at her use of his real name. “What?"
"I have to be totally honest with you. I ... it wasn't my invitation that brought me here."
"What do you mean?” Odd, but he didn't seem surprised as he patiently waited for her to continue.
"The invitation to the ball. It wasn't mine. I filched it out of my boss's wastebasket.” Bria shrugged. “I figured since she wasn't using it ... and I was ... feeling..."
"Your name is Bria Bingham, isn't it?"
At his softly spoken question, Bria's head jerked up in surprise. Her face must have said it all. Zel chuckled. Deep, provocative. She could feel her body coming alive again.
"The invitation was sent to you.” At her daft expression, Zel insisted, “Your boss must have intercepted it. Or it may have gone to her by mistake in the first place."
"But ... how? I mean, why send it to where I work? Why didn't it go to my apartment?"
"My Queen, if you had gotten the invitation at your home, would you have answered it by coming here tonight?” His eyebrows lifted, and he snorted in amusement. “Of course not."
"But..."
"Let's just say we anticipated your boss would intercept your mail, just as she's done for the past few years. Sooner or later we knew you would receive the invitation, and when you did, you would come here. Out of spite or anger, it didn't matter. You would come, and we would finally be able to fulfill your ultimate desire.” Zel chuckled again. “It doesn't matter if you believe me or not, Bria. What matters is that by fulfilling your wish, we fulfilled ours as well."
"Yours? You mean you yours, or you and your brothers'?"
"The three of us. We have been wanting a four-way with you ever since we first saw you at The Monte Leon two months ago."
The Monte Leon? It had been a business trip Angie had ordered her to accompany her on. The four days in New Orleans had been sheer torture and an exercise in prolonged patience. But apparently some good had come out of it.
"I'm flattered,” she admitted. “I truly am.” Taking a deep breath, she sat up in bed. The satin sheet fell to her waist but she ignored it. She was still naked and deliciously sore, but she had no complaints. “Well, what happens now? You got what you wanted. I got what I came for. We're even."
"Perhaps. Perhaps not. Sometimes, the thing we least expect to happen can occur, and our hearts are suddenly ... never mind."
Slowly, Zel got to his feet. For the first time he appeared lost for an answer. “Your gown is on the chair,” he said, motioning to an area behind her. Bria turned to see her costume lying on the vanity. Next to it was the envelope containing what appeared to be every penney of her savings. “When you're ready, someone will escort you to the front where you'll be taken to the ferry. Bria..."
Strange. If she didn't know any better, she would swear he looked ... sad.
"Thank you,” he told her. A moment later he closed the door behind him, leaving her completely alone.
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Chapter Ten
"Bria! Where's the Maguire folder?"
Angie's screech of anger could be heard clear across the large room and into the offices on the other side of the building. Wincing, Bria walked into the woman's office and began to dig under the pile of folders on the woman's desk. When she found what she was looking for, she dragged it out and dumped it on top of the heap.
"There you go."
Rather than thank her, Angie snatched it up and opened it. Bria started to leave when the woman said, “Oh, by the way, I can't make the Victory meeting this afternoon. You'll need to cover it for me."
Bria turned to face her and hoped she could keep her temper under wraps. “I asked for this afternoon off yesterday and you approved it,” she reminded the woman.
"Well, I'm going to have to un-approve it. I got a phone call today from their main office, and the meeting's been moved to the Candelaria Restaurant at one.” Angie closed the folder and gave her one of those evasive looks Bria hated.
"I thought you were excited about snagging this new account,” Bria commented. “I distinctly remember you telling me this thing was worth a double-figured million mark."
Angie waved a French-tipped finger to dismiss the reminder. “Doug Pelosi called with an emergency,” she finally admitted. “I need to take care of him, or else we'll be losing a double-figured million mark account! Besides..."
Bria tried not to roll her eyes. Here it came, the big schmooze. The I-can't-do-this-without-you hook that would make it impossible for her to turn away.
"Miss Victory said she was sending her CEOs to the meeting because she couldn't make it either. But she's so insistent to make this deal work, she guaranteed she would have her representatives there. I promised her we wouldn't let her down. You have such wonderful people skills, Bria! Please? Pretty please?"
"Angie, I have a doctor's appointment scheduled for two o'clock!"
"Take the lunch meeting and go late to your appointment. You probably wouldn't get in to see the doctor for another hour, anyway. Come on, Bria, I'm relying on you! Have you ever been to the Candelaria Restaurant?"
No, she hadn't. It was an exclusive, high-priced establishment, well out of range for her pocketbook. But word on the street said it was well worth the cost. Bria shook her head. The admittance was as good as a nod to her boss.
"Great! Take the company credit card and splurge. Bring me back a signature, or at least the promise of a signature that will legally hold up in court, and you can take tomorrow afternoon off!"
Sighing in defeat, Bria relented. “All right,” she said and left the office. After all, what else could she say? At least she would get a free meal at one of the city's best restaurants out of the deal. Things could be worse.
"Yeah, like what?” Bria muttered to herself as she tried to hail a cab. Ever since Saturday, she'd been in a slump, both mentally and emotionally. Dammit to hell, was it possible to fall in love with three men all at once? How in the world would she ever be able to go to bed with a single, ordinary-looking man, and expect to feel the same kind of perfection she had experienced that magical night?
She wouldn't. Not again. Not ever again. And she knew it. And now, if such a thing was possible, she was in worse shape than when she had dressed up as a Grecian semi-goddess and gone to the masquerade.
The weather had turned as downcast as her mood, and drizzly. By the time the cab stopped in front of the restaurant, it was pouring. Bria dashed through the door and tried to shake off the stray drops from her suit.
"Can I help you?” the maitre d’ inquired politely.
"Yes, thank you. Party for Summers Professionals?"
"Yes, Miss! Your party is already waiting. Follow me, please."
Bria tagged along behind the smartly dressed young thing that outgunned her by fewer years and several less pounds. Get over it, girl! Concentrate on the job, and one of these days if you're very good, Santa just might—
"Oh. My. God."
The booth was located at the furthest end of the restaurant where it was practically secluded from the rest of the room. At first, she didn't recognize the young man rising from his seat to greet her until he smiled ... and a curl of licorice black hair fell over his forehead.
"Uhh ... Zel?"
She was unable to take her eyes away from his dark blue gaze or the magical smile spreading across his face. At least, not until she was aware of movement rising up from behind him.
"Hello, Persephone,” his deep voice rolled over her, dark with memories.
"We're delighted you could join us,” a second voice responded.
Somehow, Bria managed to jerk her eyes away from Zel to see Cray and BJ standing beside their table. It was nearly impossible to believe these devastatingly good-looking men dressed in business suits were the same three who had dominated her dreams these past three days. “Y-you're with Victory Enterprises?” she managed to ask.
BJ chuckled with the same resonance as
his brother. “Bria, we are Victory Enterprises. We three and our sister, who fronts as President when she feels like it."
"How are you doing, Bria?” Cray inquired as Zel led her over to the booth.
How was she doing? Besides feeling totally numb? “I'm ... okay."
"We've missed you, Bria,” Zel told her. “In more ways than you can imagine."
"Oh?” she almost squeaked. And then it hit her. “You arranged this! Just like you sent me the invitation, you fixed this meeting so that I would show up instead of my boss!"
"She's quick,” Cray noted with a grin.
"She's learning,” BJ corrected him.
"Doesn't matter,” Zel said as he reached for the flagon of champagne sitting in the bucket at the end of their table and poured Bria a glass. “We brought you here for a very selfish reason, Miss Bingham. Are you open to a proposition?"
She clenched her hands in her lap and tried to nod. She no longer trusted her voice. Just being with them again was turning her insides into fiery magma. Not to mention the nasty little pictures in her mind's eye that were starting to make her inner thighs slick.
Zel gave her another melting smile. “We want you to come and work for us. For Victory Enterprises."
"Don't tease,” Bria snapped, although she felt they were telling her the truth. They had always told her the truth. Why would they start lying to her now, especially after Saturday night?
"I'm sorry,” she hurried to apologize.
"Don't be,” Cray told her, holding out the glass for her to take. “We've known for quite some time who was the brains are behind a lot of Miss Bergman's decisions."
"You do?” The glass felt cold to the touch, and immediately she wondered if the champagne would taste as sweet as the liquid she'd imbibed that night at the island.
Zel snorted. “It didn't take us long to figure it out, Bria. Ten minutes with your boss, and we could easily see she didn't have the smarts, much less the imagination, to come up with some of those ideas she claimed to author. So we decided we no longer wanted to work with a company. We thought it would be better to hire a consultant who knew the ropes to work in-house."
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