Filthy and Rich: A Billionaire Menage Romance Box Set

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  DRILLEDDrilled Opal Carew Chapter One Danni was sick and tired of people not taking her seriously. She jabbed the button of the elevator in the big office tower. If her coworkers knew she’d come to the client site on the weekend to look over the final installation and examine all the nuts and bolts, they would be annoyed as hell. She was here to clean up some of the sloppy work they’d done. No one had listened when she’d pointed out the problems at the time and now they were at the wire. They didn’t listen because she was a woman. The project would be unveiled on Monday and she, for one, wanted to be proud of the job they’d done. The doors whooshed open and she immediately felt the heat wafting into the elevator. It was the weekend, so the air-conditioning was turned off and it was ninety degrees out. She stepped into the executive offices of Topaz Industries. She liked a lot of things about this company, but especially their dedication to green technologies and doing the best for the

  LEGALLY SCREWEDLegally Screwed Celia Aaron Chapter One “You’re kidding me.” “No, Ms. Waverly, I’m not. They’re both here in the conference room, and they want to see you.” My secretary’s voice, just as old and crotchety as she was, rang through my speaker phone. “How late did Mr. Tarver say he would be?” I clicked my pen in rapid-fire mode as my hands began to shake. “He didn’t give a time.” Rhonda let out an exasperated sigh. “But he’s never late.” I glanced to the clock in my small, windowless office. It was already five after nine. “Even so, Ms. Waverley. He isn’t here, and the clients are waiting.” “Why is he late?” “He didn’t say, but when he called in, Velma was screaming in the background about him being unable to keep it in his pants.” “She found out.” I swallowed hard. My boss’s indiscretions were legendary, even though he was pushing sixty and was almost as round as he was tall. But he had money, so multiple mistresses appeared to be in order. I put his troubles aside and foc

  POSSESSIONPossession Calista Fox Chapter One Seth Lofton’s fingers and mouth swept along honey-colored skin that felt like silk, was scented with a rich, alluring perfume, tasted of pure heaven, and quivered ever so slightly at his intimate touch. He palmed a bare breast and massaged with a hint of pressure, a tinge of urgency. Because his cock was thick and throbbing and he was dying to be buried in Sylvia Carter’s warm, wet depths. But first, he had the burning desire to make her come. He was settled between her parted thighs, propped up on one elbow to keep from crushing her, though his abs grazed the apex of her legs, her slick folds gliding against his rigid muscles as she writhed beneath him, her cream coating his skin. It drove him wild. Yet his focus remained on this beautiful creature he’d literally locked gazes with at the grand re-opening of his northern California ski lodge and had simply had to have. Thank God she’d been equally, instantly ensnared and was now naked in his

  THREE’S TEMPTATIONThree’s Temptation Sheryl Nantus Chapter One Five years ago . . . It was everything Emily had imagined, but nothing she’d ever expected. The world was in sharper focus around her even though it seemed like a dream, the most erotic and sensual dream she’d ever had. She could smell the flowers, the intoxicating sweetness filling her lungs as the cool night breeze flowed over her, drawing the heat from her skin. Her fingers brushed over the soft grass, tickling her palms as she dug into the soil, attempting to hold onto something, steady herself. She was dizzy, almost delirious from the sensations flashing through her body as she lay there, totally and completely at their mercy. One hand rested on her breast, squeezing it with care while another hand slipped between her legs, stroking and teasing her desire. Fingers danced between her folds, prolonging the waiting and teasing her even more. Yet another hand cupped her cheek, a pair of lips laying down a trail of butterfl

  NOT SAFE FOR WORKNot Safe for Work Charlotte Stein Chapter One The very last thing she wanted to do was show Abel Hernandez—new CFO of Hartford Industries—around. But when Hartford wanted something, Hartford got it. He snapped his fingers and she came into work on a Saturday morning, welcoming smile in place, itinerary on her iPad, every bit of her polished and coiffed. Nobody in the world would ever know she was irritated. The only thing they would see was a consummate professional, she knew. She even prided herself on it at times like this. It was gratifying to have Abel offer her a businesslike handshake, and an expression that said he found her correct in every possible way. Or at least, she thought that was what his expression said. But then he leaned in just as she went to pull her hand free of his, and said in a voice as smooth and warm as molten syrup, “You really don’t have to pretend that you’re happy about losing your weekend.” And suddenly she wasn’t sure what to think. She

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  Drilled

  Opal Carew

  Chapter One

  Danni was sick and tired of people not taking her seriously. She jabbed the button of the elevator in the big office tower.

  If her coworkers knew she’d come to the client site on the weekend to look over the final installation and examine all the nuts and bolts, they would be annoyed as hell. She was here to clean up some of the sloppy work they’d done. No one had listened when she’d pointed out the problems at the time and now they were at the wire. They didn’t listen because she was a woman.

  The project would be unveiled on Monday and she, for one, wanted to be proud of the job they’d done.

  The doors whooshed open and she immediately felt the heat wafting into the elevator. It was the weekend, so the air-conditioning was turned off and it was ninety degrees out. She stepped into the executive offices of Topaz Industries.

  She liked a lot of things about this company, but especially their dedication to green technologies and doing the best for the environment. Not that she had a say in the clients her company contracted with, but it made her want to do the best job
possible for them, even if it meant giving up her weekend and defying the limited beliefs of the team and their boss.

  She walked through the hot offices, carrying her knapsack over her shoulder. She wound through the corridors until she found the trouble spot she was most concerned about and dropped her bag to the floor. She was wearing denim cutoffs and a loose plaid shirt, the sleeves rolled up. She was already starting to sweat, though, so she unbuttoned the shirt, then tied it, baring her midriff. She grabbed the bottle of water from the outer pocket of her bag and took a deep sip, then reached inside for her tools.

  Blake stared over Evan’s shoulder as he made their agreed-upon change to the slide. Evan was the more artistic of the two of them, making a presentation that would knock everyone’s socks off, while Blake had more of a flair for speaking in front of a group.

  The presentation was on Monday to all the staff at the official unveiling of their new corporate headquarters here in Philadelphia. He and Evan were pleased with how the space was working out and Blake was sure that together, they would ignite a high level of enthusiasm in the team.

  The construction crew had done a great job getting the office completed right on schedule. He and Evan had arrived on Wednesday to check progress personally and the place had been crawling with workmen.

  Blake had wanted to get a look at the place to get a feel for the office flow and Evan had wanted to see how the décor had come together. Blake had hired someone specifically to ensure the colors and furniture used were conducive to a calm yet invigorating work environment.

  When they’d shown up that day, however, they’d been greeted by the sounds of circular saws, hammering, and heavy boots plodding over unfinished hardwood floors. The small hope they’d had of getting any work done in the offices on Friday had dissipated immediately, so they’d waited to come in today when things would be quiet.

  The problem with being here on a Saturday was the lack of air-conditioning. Blake had shed his jacket and tie. He unbuttoned a few more buttons of his shirt. Evan already had his shirt undone to his waist. But they wouldn’t put the air-conditioning on for just the two of them. That would be an awful waste of energy.

  “We’re getting close,” Evan said as he hit the preview button to view the revised slide.

  “Yeah, I’m about ready to call it quits,” Blake said.

  “I know, buddy, but if we just push through, we won’t need to come in again tomorrow.”

  They could have had a staff member put the presentation together, but there were some things they felt strongly about doing themselves, and firing up the staff about this move was one of them.

  Blake glided a hand through his hair, pushing it off his face. Evan was right. Blake totally attributed their rapid rise to success to Evan’s unending drive to push through whatever it took to get the job done. That’s why he was an excellent business partner. And the way he insisted they kick back and let loose after a hard run made him an excellent friend.

  “Okay, let’s look at the next slide.” Blake stared at it, concentrating. He knew they needed some wording changes here to increase the effect.

  The high-pitched whine of a drill pierced his concentration.

  “Fuck, what the hell?” Evan grated. “I thought the workmen were all done.”

  “You and me both,” Blake said. “I’ll go take care of it.”

  He headed toward the door of the office.

  “I’ll come along,” Evan said as he stood up and followed him. “I need to stretch my legs.”

  They strode into the hall, following the nerve-grating sound. He didn’t know why someone was working on the weekend, and he didn’t care. He just wanted that infernal noise to stop.

  He turned a corner and . . .

  “What the fuck?” Blake stopped in his tracks and Evan practically ran into him.

  Instead of a burly workman, what he saw was a well-proportioned, sexy ass in tight-fitting denim cutoffs, revealing very long, very shapely legs. The fraying shorts barely covered the curve of her ass and he had trouble dragging his focus from its round, sexy shape. His gaze glided from the flare of her hips to her small waist. She seemed to be wearing a very short plaid shirt that left her midsection exposed. Her skin, so smooth and tanned, glistened with a sheen of moisture.

  “Excuse me,” Blake said loudly, but the drilling continued. “Excuse me, miss,” he said even louder.

  Suddenly, the noise stopped and she turned around. His breath caught at the sight of her. A perfect heart-shaped face with crimson lips and long, dark hair flowing in waves over her shoulders. But what really drew his attention was the fact that the shirt, which was tied at her waist, was completely open in front, revealing a red bra. One that barely contained her round, full breasts.

  She wore large, clear goggles and he could see that her eyes—blue as a summer’s sky—were wide.

  “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know anyone would be in today.” She pulled off the goggles. “I’m really sorry to disturb you. I’ll go take a break and come back later.”

  “I thought everything was done,” Blake said.

  Evan exchanged a glance with Blake. It was clear she was nervous. As if she thought she might be in trouble.

  “It is. I just wanted to make sure”—her wide, blue eyes turned to them—“that everything’s perfect.”

  “Are you being paid overtime for coming in on the weekend?” Evan asked.

  “No, I came in on my own time.”

  “Why would you do that?” Blake asked.

  “As I said, I want everything to be perfect. Some of the work over the last few days had to be rushed and I thought it should have had a little more attention.” Those beautiful eyes focused on Blake. “Look, I don’t want to get in trouble with my boss. He doesn’t know I’m here.”

  Blake smiled. “Okay, we won’t tell him. On one condition.”

  Her eyes grew cautious. “And what’s that?”

  “That you join us for a drink after you’re done.”

  Danni’s heart pounded. Had this stunningly attractive man just asked her out? She was dressed in her denims and plaid shirt, the two of them in their expensive shirts and dress pants. She was sure the matching suit jackets and ties were back in their offices. Why the hell would these corporate suits want to have a drink with her?

  Both men were well-built and muscled. One had his shirt open to the waist, and she could see glimpses of his six-pack abs. The other’s chest was visible above his few open buttons and he also clearly worked out. They weren’t just desk jockeys.

  The one who’d asked her for a drink had thick, wavy hair that was long and glossy on top and trimmed short on the sides. And his voice was so velvety deep she thought she’d melt on the spot.

  He was essentially clean shaven, with just the hint of a shadow around his jaw, whereas the other had a beard, thick and close cropped. His hair was straight and a sandy brown, but with natural golden highlights.

  “I’m not really dressed to go out anywhere,” she pointed out, hoping they weren’t serious about reporting her if she didn’t join them for a drink. “I was going to go for a swim afterward. That’s why I’m wearing my bathing suit.”

  She’d seen them eyeing her bikini top. The shock on their faces made her realize they thought she was blatantly revealing her bra.

  “What a brilliant idea,” the sandy-haired man said. “There’s a pool in the building. Blake and I would love to cool off, too. Why don’t we all go for a swim together?”

  “I’m down for that,” the man called Blake said.

  “Is it a health club or something?” she asked.

  “No, it’s a private pool.”

  Wow, Topaz Industries was known for treating its employees well, but she didn’t realize they had a private pool. She wished she worked for them. She had intended to stop at a public pool near her town house. It was always crowded, which she hated, but she loved being in the water.

  “You wouldn’t be breaking any company rules taking m
e with you?” she asked.

  Blake grinned. “No worries there.”

  “I guess that would be okay. I still have about two hours’ work.” She frowned. “Except that you wanted me to stop drilling.”

  “Don’t worry about it. We’ll figure it out. Do you have a cell with you?”

  She nodded and grabbed her phone from her bag and handed it to him. He tapped in a number.

  “Text me when you’re done.” He smiled, his face beaming. “I’m Blake, by the way. And this is Evan.”

  She shook his hand firmly. Then Evan’s. “I’m Danni.”

  Evan grinned. “Well, you’re the prettiest Danni I’ve ever met.”

  As they turned and walked away, she couldn’t help admiring their tight butts.

  Their names were Blake and Evan. Something about those names nagged at her, but she couldn’t quite place why.

  Chapter Two

  Danni pulled off her goggles and sighed. She was sweaty and hot. It would be good to get somewhere air-conditioned. It would be even better to dive into a nice, cool pool. She smiled. Especially with the beyond-gorgeous Blake and Evan.

  She put away her tools and retrieved her phone from the outside pouch of her bag and texted Blake that she was done. Then she pulled out a brush and drew it through her thick mane of uncooperative hair. Perspiration rolled down her chest, gliding into the valley between her breasts. She grabbed a tissue from her bag and patted it over her skin. When she glanced up, she saw Evan and Blake standing in the doorway watching her, their tongues practically hanging out.

  She ignored the flush of heat washing over her at their frank male gazes and tossed the tissue in a nearby wastebasket.

  Blake’s suit jacket was neatly tucked over his arm whereas Evan had his tossed over his shoulder. She couldn’t help admiring the view of their chests peeking out from their partially unbuttoned shirts.

  “So where is this pool?” she asked, smiling.