Tempt the Boss_A Forbidden Bad Boy Romance

by Katie Ford

  “No!” she shrieked again. “Tyler needs me!”

  But I didn’t give a shit, this piece of turd was pure garbage. I opened the front door and hurled her onto the street, shoving, not caring that she looked a slutty mess. The old mantra was right. You can fuck the shit out of a girl, but there’s always more shit. Fuck this.

  But as Rachel stumbled and gasped, she narrowly bumped into another woman holding a baby. And I looked up into the shocked eyes of Krissy, our long-lost lover, our sister.

  CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

  Krissy

  Troy pulled me in by the arm, manhandling me really, trying to get me to safety.

  “Krissy,” he roared. “Get away from that piece of shit.”

  I took that he meant Rachel, who looked worse for the wear. Not only was she wearing a cheap, slutty outfit, but her eyes were red and blood-shot, she had serious acne, and her hair was a tangled, greasy mess. What happened to the pretty bartender I had once known?

  But it seemed that she’d rubbed Troy the wrong way. Seriously the wrong way.

  Once inside, I tried to hush Annie, cuddling my baby close, shushing her wails. Troy looked thunderstruck. He gazed at the little girl in my arms, his eyes taking in the small, bundled form.

  “Oh Krissy,” he rumbled. “I’m so sorry …” his voice trailed.

  At first I hesitated. I was angry with my brothers and wasn’t about to give up my child to fathers who hadn’t been present for the past year. But I knew I needed to keep this civil. They were my baby’s daddies no matter what, and it was better for Annie to know them.

  Gently, so as not to startle the baby, I murmured, “Do you want to hold her?”

  And he nodded silently, a huge smile breaking out on his face. Slowly, I passed her over and surprisingly, Annie quieted in his arms. Pretty soon she was gurgling happily, looking up at him, her little hand reaching out to grab his watch.

  “She’s beautiful,” he breathed. Looking up at me with shining eyes, he said, “Looks just like her beautiful mother.”

  I knew this wasn’t true. After all, I have brown hair and brown eyes, so Annie’s coloring was definitely from them. But I guess … if you’re in love, then you see your partner’s features in your child.

  Wait a minute. Full stop. Was I kidding myself? Was Troy still in love with me?

  He could see the question in my eyes, and nodded slowly.

  “Krissy, I’m so sorry about everything that’s happened,” he said. “Tyler and I, we weren’t there for our baby and we never called you, I know. But shit here has been bad … even worse than when the trial was going on,” he said.

  What could have happened? And where was Tyler?

  And Troy slowly started filling me in on what I’d missed …

  EPILOGUE

  Krissy

  Six months later …

  These past months have been tough. Really, really tough. Troy told me about Tyler’s alcoholism, how the combination of stress, a high-profile trial, losing their business, and losing me had caused him to drink. Throw in a bipolar woman, a person who’d conned them really, pretending to be their friend all the while delusional about her love for Tyler, and it was a toxic brew which drove him over the edge.

  The first thing we’d done was to check Tyler into rehab. He hadn’t wanted to go, but Troy wouldn’t back down.

  “Shut up brother, shut the fuck up,” had been his parting words. And it had worked, fortunately. Without Rachel’s influence, Tyler was able to break his addiction and come back to us within a matter of weeks. He was now baby Annie’s biggest fan, playing with her, giving her baths and meals when he wasn’t busy doing deals.

  Because Troy and Tyler are back in the entertainment business. I don’t think it’s easy for them, especially Tyler because he’s around booze constantly, but their new business ventures have really taken off. Seems that the twins haven’t lost their touch, high-rollers flocking to their glitzy venues, the money rolling in, their past notoriety a boon, making them even more popular.

  But the twins are much more careful now. I don’t think they’d ever let a teenager sit in coat check again, not the way they let me. And they’re on the right side of the law, careful to dot every i and cross every t, unwilling to relive the pain of the past year.

  And I’m nervous about the past too, but determined to live in the present. I haven’t slept with my brothers since my return, I was just jumpy and … I didn’t trust them for a while, you know what I mean? There was good reason for what had happened, but I couldn’t forget that quickly.

  But tonight, I’ve decided, is going to be a special night. I’m almost over the edge with lust, my cunny constantly wet, dying to be touched, my nipples stiff and aching. Tyler and Troy haven’t made a move recently, knowing that I needed time to forgive them, to let my heart re-open after they’d neglected me and our baby for so long.

  But after six months of recuperation, the time has come. They’re good with Annie, our baby soaking up the attention of her doting daddies, and it’s time to explore sex once again, sex with these men who love me, both as brothers and as husbands.

  Because yes, we got married today. We had a civil ceremony where Troy and I were united, Tyler looking on as best man with Annie in his arms. So even the law can’t pull us apart now, and we’re public about our relationship. Yes, I married my stepbrother, and I love them both very much.

  A knock came on the door.

  “Baby, are you ready?” growled Troy.

  “I know we are,” rumbled Tyler through the door.

  Ah, my husbands were here for their wedding night. Quickly, I checked my reflection, giving my hair one more brush, before throwing open the door.

  The twins’ collective gasp was worth the wait. I’d decided to greet them … in the nude. My body as on full display, from my mocha-colored nipples, stiff and begging for their attention, to my glistening pink slit, ready for male penetration. I’d worn only white high heels, a nod to bridal tradition.

  Troy and Tyler were on me at once, their hands stroking my curves, worshipping me, ravishing me.

  “Sister,” Troy rumbled. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

  “Yes,” Tyler moaned before adding, “Fuck I’ve got to come.”

  And just like that, it happened. The first time was so hard, so fast, that I gasped, unprepared. They drove their dicks into me desperately, unable to wait, Tyler into my cunt and Troy into my mouth, pumping only a minute or two before they ejaculated, the hot cream as tasty as ever, me swallowing in hungry, needy gulps.

  “Fuck sister!” roared Tyler. “Fuck fuck fuck!” he gasped as he shot load after load of hot sperm into me, the pumps seeming to go on forever, each deposit massive, sticky and hot in my body.

  Troy was the same. Evidently, they hadn’t had sex during our separation despite Rachel’s wily ways, and we were all suffering from serious withdrawal. Troy spurted for what felt like five minutes in my mouth, my throat overfilling with cream, the hot sperm spilling from the corners of my lips before trailing down my chin to drip onto my breasts.

  And that was only the beginning. Tyler crept up my body to lap at Troy’s semen on my breasts, smearing it around on my creamy flesh as he sucked hungrily at my nipples, playing with the delicacies, rolling them around in his mouth like candy. Troy joined him, shaking his penis off on my face, droplets of ejaculate hitting my cheeks and mouth, before diving into my cunt, sucking and licking at my clit, probing deeply with his tongue into that channel he’d missed for the past year.

  But my brothers hadn’t forgotten what I liked either. Did I mention that I’ve become an anal aficionado? That’s right, pleasing two men takes more than one hole, and I like it in my butt now, just as much as my vag. As if reading my mind, Troy began licking lower, lower, until he was at my back pucker, tonguing that secret space, running his tongue up and down my crack, deep between my fleshy cheeks.

  “Brothers!” I screamed, unable to contain my lust, my cunny trembling, my bod
y almost shaking with desire. I needed them, always and forever, and was willing to do whatever it took to get through hard times.

  With a roar, Troy took me from behind, running his dick deep into my rectum, making me gasp with pleasure. And Tyler took me in the pussy, pushing his cock into my vaginal channel, squeezing me tight, filling me with my second dick.

  Like clockwork, they began drilling me, in and out, in and out, in syncopated rhythm, one brother pulling in as the other pulled out. I squealed, shrieked and moaned, not caring who heard, losing myself to them as they lost themselves to me. With a mighty crescendo, we came together, their hot jism spurting into my body, coating both my chambers, drenching me with cum as I clenched and spasmed around their dicks, my pussy and ass clamping with ecstasy, my orgasm almost painful in its intensity.

  Later, as our breathing calmed, my brothers stroked me gently, wanting to touch me everywhere as if to reassure themselves that I was really, truly theirs.

  “Sister, thank you,” they breathed. “You are our everything. You and Annie both.”

  “And you are mine,” I promised in return. After all, my twin stepbrothers had been revealed, laid open to danger, crossing the most terrible of bridges in the public eye. But we’d learned our lesson, and would be sticking together from here on out … never to be exposed again.

  THE END

  A Baby for the Billionaire

  Having the Alpha’s Baby

  (Erotic Romance)

  © 2015

  By Cassandra Dee

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  CHAPTER ONE

  Becca

  “Please Becca, for me?” my sister begged. I sighed. Our parents died when we were young, so I felt more like a mother than an older sister sometimes. Okay, maybe most of the time. But I was still grateful that the foster care system had never separated us because Trina was my only living relative.

  “Please?” Trina whined again, twirling her red hair, her eyes limpid blue pools. “The catering company called me last minute about this job, and I’ve had this salon appointment for months. It’s for my date with Caleb tomorrow, I need to look nice because we’re going to a really nice restaurant!”

  I sighed again. After aging out of foster care, we’d had to look for jobs immediately. Trina had gotten a job as a caterer, probably more based on her looks than any aptitude for serving others. She was eighteen and gorgeous. With luscious, fire-red hair and a smashing figure, she looked sexy in a maid’s outfit, complete with little apron. I’m sure the catering company made mad tips when Trina worked.

  And this guy Caleb. I sighed again. She’d met Caleb a few months ago at one of her jobs, which I’m sure was strictly against the rules. But rich guys are everywhere at these high-end events, and they’d struck up a “relationship.” I say that with air quotes because to me, Caleb and Trina were like two kids playing in love, with nary a care in the world. He’s the scion of some rich family, and had never had to earn anything on his own merits.

  “Trina, no,” I said exasperatedly. “I’m tired after working all day, and you’re only giving me two hours of notice. I can’t just drop everything to fill in for you!”

  “But Becca,” she said, big tears pooling in her eyes. “I think Caleb’s going to propose at the restaurant. It would be so horrible if I looked bad in the pictures!”

  I sighed again. God, she was dramatic. The thing was, they were both so impulsive that Caleb probably was going to propose … and they’d be married and divorced within a year. But I found myself caving in again. My little sister knew exactly which buttons to push.

  “Fine, fine,” I grumbled. “Just give me your outfit, I have nothing clean to wear.”

  “Thanks Becca!” she exclaimed, jumping up joyfully and giving me a hug. Of course, she was restored to happiness and light after getting her way … again. “I owe you a million. It’s a black-tie affair at the old Caldwell mansion, you’ll be in and out in a few hours, I promise.”

  I groaned internally again. Another fuddy-duddy black-tie affair where I’d be nothing more than furniture to the partygoers. Eff me.

  CHAPTER TWO

  Becca

  Oh shit. Trina’s outfit was ridiculous. We’re sisters, fraternal twins actually, but you’d never mistake us for one another. Trina got all the looks in the family. She’s tall and slender, with dramatic red hair and limpid blue eyes as clear as the sky. She’s often mistaken for a model or actress, someone with a dazzling future. I, on the other hand, have never been asked about a career in show biz.

  Sure, I have red hair too, but mine is more of a strawberry blonde, wavy and uncontrollable if I don’t give it a thorough brushing. Whereas Trina has blue eyes, I have caramel brown, and my nose has a sprinkling of freckles, my mouth too big for my pert face. Plus, I’m petite and curvy, if you know what I mean. So I was busting out of Trina’s dress in all the wrong places.

  The outfit was just too damn small for me. It was tight around the boob-section, hugged my ass and hips like a glove, and way too short just for starters. I tried to arrange the apron over the black fabric to be a little more decent, but that barely helped. The white frills reached mid-thigh at best, and the matching black pumps were borderline vulgar. Didn’t caterers usually have to wear sensible shoes?

  But what the hell, I just had to make it through a couple hours, and I had no suitable clothes of my own. I was a junior production assistant at the local TV station, and my wardrobe consisted of jeans and baseball caps most days. No little black dresses needed, no sirree.

  Sighing, I twisted my reddish blonde hair into a plait and placed the French maid’s cap onto my head, pinning it in place. I surveyed myself in the mirror once more, and gave another huge sigh. Trina was going to owe me big for this one.

  CHAPTER THREE

  Dominic

  I usually never went to these events, but the Caldwell benefit brought a grimace to my face. Some guttersnipe had hooked her claws into my younger brother Caleb, and I’d had a PI track her down. He’d said the slut would be working this function, and I planned on confronting her and sending her on her merry way.

  You see, we Phillips boys are constantly the target of gold-digging whores. Our money is old, our Long Island lineage esteemed, and the wrong girl has dollar signs in her eyes. Unfortunately, Caleb’s only twenty-one and hasn’t yet developed a radar for women obsessed by the family money.

  That’s where I come in. Caleb’s my younger bro by about fifteen years. When our parents died ten years ago, it’d been up to me to raise him. I’d put him in the best boarding schools, but made sure to visit as often as I could, developing a deep bond with my sibling. He trusted my word, his respect for me like a father more than a brother.

  But I hadn’t been able to get through to him with respect to this woman Trina.

  “How do you know her?” I’d asked Caleb.

  “I met her at a charity benefit,” he’d hemmed and hawed.

  “Which one?” I asked. “The Metropolitan Ball? The Zoological Society?”

  “Um, yeah the Zoo Society,” he said, but something about the way he said it told me he wasn’t being completely forthright.

  “Oh really? Is she from a nice family? Where did she go to school?” I’d pressed.

  “Well… um… she didn’t exactly go to college.”

  That wasn’t a problem. If you were artistic, college wasn’t a necessity. As a writer, I’d barely made it through Harvard myself, preferring to devote all my time to working on my first book.

  “Ok, well tell me more,” I’d insisted impatiently.

  “Fine … Trina was working the event,” he mumbled, averting his eyes.

  “She was staff?” I asked. “The host’s secretary? Personal assistant? What?”

  “She … she was the waitress,” he rushed out, still not meeting my eyes.

/>   Wow. So while on a job, a seductive server had managed to sink her claws into my impressionable younger brother. Ballsy. The worst part was that he’d completely fallen for it, hook line and sinker. But then again, at twenty-one, a guy’s not thinking with his brain … he’s thinking with his dick, if you know what I mean.

  But things had taken a much more serious turn recently.

  “Dominic, I’m going to propose to Trina,” he’d confided.

  “What?” I thundered. I’d never even met the girl due to my busy travel schedule promoting my latest book.

  “Yeah, I’m planning on giving her mom’s old engagement ring, you know the one with sapphires? I think she’ll love it,” he chirped.

  I was dumbstruck. At thirty-six, I hadn’t met a woman I even wanted to come close to marrying, and yet my twenty-one year old younger brother was about to throw away our mom’s ring on a worthless vamp. What the hell.

  “Think carefully,” I warned. “You’ve only known her … what, six months?”