Their Seductress [The Hot Millionaires #1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)
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Chapter Twenty-One
Three months later
“Shit!”
Isaac tied his bowtie for the third time, his fingers shaking too much for him to do it right.
“Here, let me.” Laughing, Nick managed it the first time. “You need to chill out, buddy.”
“Easy for you to say. It’s not your wedding day.”
“Yeah it is.”
“I guess so.” Isaac slapped Nick on the back. “Come on. It ain’t the groom who’s supposed to be late.”
Isaac tried to be as relaxed as Nick as he stood by the flowered arch in the grounds of the posh restaurant overlooking Tampa Bay where the ceremony was taking place. He glanced over his shoulder for the hundredth time and was finally rewarded by the sight of Sam’s and Mike’s young daughters walking solemnly down the aisle, throwing petals in front of them. Next came Paige’s friend Saskia, dressed in rose pink, over from England to act as matron of honor. She was cute but not what Isaac was straining to see. Finally, there she was.
Paige wore a champagne creation that sculpted her body before billowing into soft folds that skimmed the carpet. Her hair fell from a clasp on the top of her head and skimmed her shoulders in soft corkscrew curls. She looked radiantly happy as she leaned on Sam’s arm. Her parents hadn’t even bothered to come over for the ceremony. He knew Paige was upset about that, but Isaac reckoned she was better off without them. Sam made a great surrogate father.
As she reached their position beneath the arch, Isaac and Nick shared a glance, blown away by her beauty. Hardly knowing what he said, he repeated the words the minister asked him to speak, impatient to be told that he could kiss his bride. When at last he did so, he didn’t want to stop. Laughing, Nick tapped him on the shoulder, and he reluctantly released his feisty wife from his grasp.
“My turn as soon as we’re in private,” Nick whispered in her ear.
“You bet!” she said, grinning at him.
To raucous applause and a shower of rose petals they ran the gauntlet of guests and photographers and made it to the safety of the restaurant. Nick made a witty speech, they cut cake, drank champagne, did what people did at weddings. Isaac wondered how shocked they’d be if they knew Paige had actually just committed herself to a life with both of them.
He pulled his wife into his arms for the first dance, conscious not of the ring of smiling faces applauding but of the feel of Paige’s body beneath the thin silk of her lovely gown.
“What are you wearing under that, Mrs. Drake?” he whispered in her ear.
“Wouldn’t you like to know, Mr. Drake.”
“A garter belt?” he asked hopefully.
“Don’t ask, don’t tell,” she quipped.
“I intend to find out as soon as we can get rid of this damned lot,” he said on a frustrated sigh.
“Perhaps Nick ought to be the one to find out.”
“Same difference.” He squeezed her waist. “I’ve told you before, you won’t win by trying to play us off against one another.”
The music stopped, and Nick took over from Isaac.
“Happy?” he asked her.
“Hmm, yes. I guess this marriage lark might turn out to be fun,” she said dreamily, pushing herself against Nick just as firmly as she had her new husband.
Nick laughed. “I can see how enthusiastic you are about it,” he said. “Just wait until you get a load of your wedding present later.”
“I can already feel it,” she said, giggling.
“No, actually you can’t. This is something else Isaac and I thought you might appreciate.”
“What is it?” She jiggled about in his arms, as excited as a schoolgirl. “Do tell.”
“If I did that, it wouldn’t be a surprise.”
“Damn, I hate it when you’re right.”
Finally it was time to leave. Still in her wedding dress, she obediently followed Isaac into the waiting stretch limo. The whole wedding party lined the driveway, clapping, cheering, throwing more petals over the car as it made slow progress toward the gates.
“At last!” Isaac pulled her into his arms and kissed her like he never intended to stop. “Did you enjoy your day?” he asked, finally letting her up for air.
“Not as much as I intend to enjoy the evening. Where are we going? When’s Nick going to join us, and what’s the big surprise you keeping talking about?”
He chuckled. “Wait and see.”
Without warning he pulled her over his lap and lifted her flimsy skirts. “Oh yeah!” he said when he revealed white stockings held up by suspenders.
“You haven’t seen it all yet.”
“A basque?” he asked breathlessly. “Please tell me you’re wearing a basque. There is something incredibly sexy about a woman wearing a one of those damned things.”
“What’s stopping you from finding out?”
“I guess I’ll have to wait,” he said, glancing at the long row of tiny buttons down the back of the gown. “I’ll never get my fingers round them. Very naughty, Mrs. Drake. I shall have to punish you.”
He brought his hand down lightly over her buttocks, waiting for the inevitable squirm as she wriggled against his hand.
“Like that?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Want more?”
“Yes please. Lots and lots more.”
Isaac laughed. “You’re very greedy, Mrs. Drake. I shall have to teach you a lesson.” He pushed her onto the carpeted floor of the spacious car, her skirts still up round her waist. “That’s a much better view,” he said, slipping the butt plug from his pocket and rubbing it between his fingers to warm it. He brought his hand down on her again, at the same time reaching in front of her to find her clit. Not surprisingly, she was already moist. “Ask me nicely and I’ll spank you harder.”
“Please, Isaac. I’ll do anything.”
“Oh, I already know you will.” He wet a finger and slipped it into her anus. She gasped, tensed for a moment, and then relaxed against him. He removed the finger and replaced it immediately with the twister, maneuvering it gently until it almost disappeared inside her. “That what you want?” he murmured. “You do realize, don’t you, that these windows are tinted? Even so, I bet if the driver looks in his rearview mirror he’ll…well, get a good view of your rear and what you’ve just taken up it.” Isaac peppered her ass with kisses. “You like being watched, don’t you?”
“Yes, but I like being fucked better. Please, Isaac!”
Isaac, close to bursting himself, unbuckled his pants and let them fall to his ankles. He knelt behind her, slapping her buttocks again in the way he knew would drive her wild as he eased his cock into her tight pussy. She pushed back against him, shaking her head and screaming at him to give her more. Isaac pushed the end of the twister in time with his thrusts, on the brink, knowing that she was, too.
“I can’t hold it, Isaac,” she screamed. “Fuck me now. Do it! Oh God, here it comes.”
She bucked against his cock and against the twister, taking everything he had. His heart, his soul, and his cum.
When the car stopped in the driveway to the house in St. Pete they were both respectably dressed again. Paige offered the driver a cheeky smile as she alighted from the car, aware from his embarrassed smile that he had indeed witnessed everything.
“Where’s Nick?” she asked as Isaac swept her into his arms and carried her across the threshold.
“Probably getting ready.”
Isaac made her promise to close her eyes and carried her through the house and down the dock. He didn’t put her down until he’d lifted her over the gunwales of the boat and led her into the salon.
“You can open your eyes now.”
She did so and gasped with pleasure. Every surface was covered with flowers. The heady perfume that permeated the salon was intoxicating. Nick was there and moved in to kiss her. Properly. Together they led her to the master cabin, which was strewn with rose petals, a bottle of champagne in a cooler by the bed, heart-
shaped chocolates in foil wrapping scattered across the pillows.
“We’re gonna stay here tonight and enjoy you,” Isaac told her. “Then your two husbands are gonna take you on this floating palace to the islands for your honeymoon. Sound good to you?”
“It sounds like heaven.” She wrinkled her brow. “Just one problem, though.”
“What’s that?” they asked together.
“Which if you is gonna unfasten all these buttons without wrecking my lovely dress?”
Both men fell to the task. Paige placed her hands possessively on top of their heads as they bent to their task, astonished at the strength of her feelings. She had to be the luckiest woman on the planet and would make sure they knew how violently she returned their feelings, if she had to spend the rest of her life doing it.
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Zara Chase is a British author who spends a lot of her time travelling the world. Being a gypsy provides her with ample opportunities to scope out exotic locations for her stories. She likes to involve her heroines in her erotic novels in all sorts of dangerous situations—and not only with the hunky heroes whom they encounter along the way. Murder, blackmail, kidnapping, and fraud—to name just a few of life’s most common crimes—make frequent appearances in her books, adding pace and excitement to her racy stories.
Zara is an animal lover who enjoys keeping fit and good wine—yes, the two can co-exist—and believes in making the most out of life.
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