A Canadian in Paris (Romance on the Go)

by Vicki Savage

  I nodded. “It was amazing.”

  “This will feel even better.” He put on a condom and positioned his cock at my entrance, then pressed hard, filling my backside with his length.

  “Oh, God, yes.” I closed my eyes as his hips tapped my ass. “Yes.” I had never felt so stretched, or so wanton. There was something very dirty about having three-way sex on a kitchen counter, and I loved every second of it.

  The men began to move, both of them thrusting and retreating in unison. There wasn’t much to do except hang on as the sweet friction sent heat through every inch of my body.

  “More,” I whispered. “I want more.”

  The men moved faster, each driving deep into my center and claiming me as theirs. I moved with them the best I could, and the sounds of our flesh coming together sounded like music in the air. I raced toward the edge once more, and as I did, I felt their movements quicken and become more desperate.

  Pressure built, and as I closed my eyes and arched my back, Claude grabbed my breasts. He pulled and pinched, and the added sparks of pain were enough to send me over the edge. I came hard and fast, crying out their names as my world exploded in light. I rode out the euphoria, holding onto the feeling as the men toppled over into oblivion with me. The three of us hung there, suspended in time, as each of us filled with wonder and light. All that existed for me were these men and this moment. I never wanted it to end.

  Eventually the waves of pleasure became ripples, then ceased all together. Exhausted, I collapsed on top of Brice, who wrapped his arms around me. Claude placed his hands on either side of us, bracing his weight as he kissed my shoulder.

  “That was amazing,” Brice said. “I don’t care what your sister said. We aren’t helping you. You’re helping us.”

  “A little sexual healing,” Claude joked.

  “God, Maggie.” Brice wrapped his arm around my shoulders, pinning me to him. “I need you so much.”

  “Don’t look now, but I think Brice is getting comfortable with his emotions,” Claude joked.

  I lifted myself up on my elbows and studied Brice’s face. “You aren’t going to run away on me now, are you?”

  Brice shook his head. “Not on your life.” He slid his thumb over my lower lip. “Wild horses couldn’t drag me away from you.” He kissed me and pulled me back down to his chest. I let out a long breath and closed my eyes as Claude continued to spread kisses across my shoulders and neck. I never thought I could feel so happy or so loved. It was incredible.

  “So,” Claude said after a long moment. “Did we convince you to stay?”

  I smiled into Brice’s chest. “I don’t think I have the energy to get off this counter, let alone leave.”

  “Does that mean you will give us a chance?” Brice asked.

  I lifted my head and met his gaze. “That depends.”

  “Depends on what?” Claude asked.

  I glanced at him over my shoulder. “If I stay, will it be as one of your staff or as your partner?”

  “Partner?” Claude asked.

  “Your equal.”

  Claude grinned. “Equal, of course.”

  Brice slid his fingers over my cheek. “We wouldn’t have it any other way.” He reached up and kissed me.

  Perhaps I didn’t have enough energy to get off the counter, but I had enough for a little more fun, and as the men started thrusting inside my body once more, I knew that I had finally found a place I was loved and respected, a place I could call my home.

  The End

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