by Opal Carew
Evan’s fingers slowed, then slipped away.
“I want a closer look at this delectable pussy,” he said.
His thumbs spread her inner lips and he stared at her exposed button. Then his tongue dragged over it and she cried out at the intense pleasure.
“Oh, God, please fuck me.”
Evan chuckled. “Should we give her what she wants?”
“Not yet,” Blake said. He slid along the couch, laying her down and resting her head on his lap.
He unzipped and pulled out his enormous cock, which popped up beside her face and rested against her cheek. Evan spread her legs and pressed his mouth to her wet flesh again. As his tongue delved into her, pumping like a small, flexible cock, Blake stroked her breasts with one hand, moving from one to the other, carelessly plucking the nipples. With his other hand, he turned her head until her mouth rested against the side of his cock.
“Lick it,” he ordered.
She ran her tongue over the shaft. It was so hard and hot. She wished she could take the whole thing in her mouth and suck it dry, but his hand held her head still, and in this position she could only reach the bottom of the shaft.
Evan shifted to her clit and suckled softly.
“Oh, God, yes,” she cried.
Blake pushed his cock tighter against her mouth and she wrapped her lips around him as best she could and suckled the side of his shaft.
Evan licked and cajoled, driving her pleasure higher and higher.
She murmured against the thick flesh in her mouth. She wanted to tell them she was going to come, but the words were muffled against Blake’s cock.
They could tell, though, because Evan sucked hard, and at the same time pushed his fingers into her. The sensations thrumming through her as his fingers pulsed deep and his mouth stimulated her sensitive button were wild and explosive. She arched against him, sucking hard on Blake as an orgasm swept across her like a huge ocean wave pounding against the shore.
Evan deepened his thrusts, his tongue flickering over her bud and she gasped, then wailed loudly. The orgasm went on and on as she arched and swayed against him.
Finally, she collapsed on the couch. Blake released her head and she gasped for air.
“I think she liked that,” Evan said.
“You’re right,” Blake said, then he grasped her hand and pressed it to his shaft. “Now suck my cock.”
Danni rolled over and knelt beside Blake. She wrapped her hand around his thick member and pressed it to her mouth. Evan stood up and stripped off his pants and boxers, exposing his throbbing cock. As she dove deep on Blake, Evan knelt behind her.
When she felt his cock pressed against her wet opening, she sucked in air around Blake. Evan thrust forward, pushing her deeper onto Blake’s cock.
As Evan filled her, first in smooth, slow strokes, then in faster spikes, her breathing accelerated. She had to pull Blake from her mouth and gasp for air. Evan moved like a jackhammer now, filling her with blinding speed, driving her over the edge to a screaming orgasm that flooded her with joyful bliss. She catapulted into the void, her whole body rippling in ecstasy.
She fell onto Blake’s lap, his cock beside her face. As Evan drew his cock from her, she turned and licked Blake’s cock.
Blake grasped her shoulders and lifted her, then flipped her around so she was lying on her stomach facing away from him. He prowled over her, then lifted her ass. He stroked her wet slit, then suddenly, his cock drove into her and she gasped.
“Oh, God, that’s so good,” she whimpered.
He slid back, then plunged deep and hard. Then slowly back. Soon he was pounding into her in sharp, heady thrusts that filled her so full she thought she’d die from sheer delight.
“Yes, oh please. Fuck me. Make me come,” she begged.
Blake thrust harder and the pleasure welled up so fast she gasped in surprise. Then it exploded inside her, shattering her world into a million pieces. He groaned and pumped deep, driving her hard against the couch. She felt his eruption as he released inside her.
She panted as she caught her breath. After a moment, Blake rolled her over then leaned in and kissed her. He lifted her onto his lap, facing him, and cuddled her close. She stroked Blake’s muscular chest as Evan sat beside them. Evan stroked her hair, drawing the mass of waves behind her shoulders.
“We’d like you to move in with us,” Evan said.
Chapter Fifteen
Danni’s head jerked around to gaze at him. “You do?”
“Yes,” Blake answered. He stroked her cheek and she rested against his palm.
“I’d like that.”
“Good, then it’s settled.”
“Well.” She smiled. “Except for one thing. Which bedroom is mine?”
“What?” Blake pursed his lips. “Well, I just assumed . . .” Then he stared at Evan.
“That I’d just stay in your room? Or Evan’s?”
“I thought we’d all share one bed,” Evan said. “At least, most of the time.”
“So you’d each get your own room, but I bounce between your beds?” She tipped her head, having fun toying with them. “But isn’t one of you moving into the other apartment on this floor? So then who will I be living with?”
“I think she should stay with me,” Blake said to Evan.
“No way,” Evan said. “I don’t want to have a locked door between us.”
“I know.” She smiled. “I’ll just take the other apartment and you two stay here. You give me a key so I can come over whenever I feel like having sex with you.”
Which would be every night. And probably mornings, too. And afternoons when they weren’t working.
“So you’ll just come into our beds whenever you feel like it?” Blake asked.
She arched an eyebrow. “Do you think you’ll say no?”
Evan snorted. “Not fucking likely.”
“But it’s not about the sex,” Blake said.
She tipped her head, staring at him with a doubtful expression.
“Okay,” Blake conceded. “It’s not totally about the sex.” He stroked her cheek. “We want to have you here with us. To be together all the time.”
Danni laughed as joy bubbled through her.
“Okay, I have a suggestion. We take out the wall between the two places, do some renovating, and make it one big apartment. We can renovate to rearrange things any way we want.” She leaned in and kissed Evan, then gazed up at Blake who still held her in his arms. “But don’t worry.” She dragged her finger down his chest. “I’m sure I’ll spend most of my time in bed with the two of you.”
Evan laughed heartily, and Blake pulled her into a passionate kiss.
When their lips parted, Blake smiled. “I rather think that the reason you made that suggestion is because you like the idea of tearing down walls and doing some construction on the place.”
She smiled. “Well, it will make it feel a little more like my place, too. I assume you’ll let me do the construction.” She grinned. “And I’ll bring my drill.”
Evan stroked over her ass, then his fingers brushed her wet folds.
“Oh, I think there’ll be plenty of drilling going on here, construction or not.”
She giggled. “You dirty man.” She tipped her ass up to give him better access.
Evan’s finger slipped inside her and she pressed back against him, pushing it deeper into her. She raised herself onto her knees and leaned forward, offering herself to him.
Evan shifted to the floor and turned her to face the back of the couch, then pressed his cock into her wet slit. He glided inside a few times, then slid his slick cock out.
She grasped Blake’s cock, which was growing hard, and pressed it to her opening, then lowered herself onto him.
“Oh, God, you feel good inside me,” she said, stroking Blake’s cheek.
His midnight-blue eyes gazed deep into hers.
“And I love fucking being there.”
She felt a nudge against her back o
pening, then Evan slowly pressed into her, stretching her wide. He filled her in a slow, even stroke, allowing her time to adjust to two cocks inside her.
She leaned her head back against Evan’s broad shoulder, her hair spilling down his chest. Blake leaned forward and nuzzled her curved throat. Tingles danced through her.
“God, it’s the most amazing feeling having both of you inside me.”
“Fuck, baby.” Evan nuzzled her ear. “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”
Then both men started to move. She sucked in a breath at the exquisite sensation of both their cocks gliding along her passages. Her pulse raced as the pleasure swelled inside her. Her fingers wrapped around Blake’s shoulders as she clung to him.
The men pumped into her, driving her pleasure higher and higher, until finally she was wailing her release. They thrust faster, sending her rocketing over the edge, then her world shattered into an ecstatic void of blissful delight. She was floating through the ether, their cocks filling her again and again.
Then Evan groaned, thrusting deep and erupting inside her, followed by Blake. Both men coming at once inside her drove her to a new orgasm, right on the heels of the first. She wailed, bouncing on them as she rode the wave of ecstasy.
Finally, she collapsed between them.
She rested her head against Blake, trying to catch her breath. Evan stroked her back, nuzzling her neck at the same time.
“Oh, yeah. I can definitely get used to this,” she murmured.
They both tightened their arms around her and she sighed happily.
“That’s good.” Blake stroked back her hair and kissed her. “Because we’ll never want to let you go.”
Legally 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 focused on my own.
“Mr. Crane. Is he here?” I clicked the pen at a record pace.
“He’s in court.”
“Mr. Evans?” A small sheen of sweat broke out along my forehead.
“Court.”
“Oh my god. What about . . . what about Mr. Ware?” I was really grasping at straws. The managing partner, Joseph Ware, had been vacationing in the South Pacific for the whole year I’d been an associate at Ware, Crane, Evans, and Tarver.
“I’m sure he’s enjoying a mai tai right about now. There’s no one else. If you don’t get in there, Mr. Tarver will lose the business, and you’ll surely lose your job.” She sounded a little too gleeful about the last sentence. Then the phone clicked dead.
I froze, trying to rationalize some way out of running an estate-planning meeting with Gaines Everett and Cade Robins. They owned Legacy Industries, an umbrella corporation that had its hand in every pie from government defense contracts to sugary children’s cereals. This was too big for me. I was just an associate.
Had I set up the entire estate plan for the men, complete with all tax consequences considered and every potential dime accounted for? Yes. But did Mr. Tarver ever let me speak to big-name clients? No.
I stood and snagged a legal pad from the corner of my desk. My stomach churned as I turned right out of my office, my heels clicking on the marble beneath my feet. Stopping in Mr. Tarver’s corner office, I grabbed the files I’d prepared on Mr. Everett and Mr. Robins, as well as the detailed estate plan.
Surely, in the time it would take me to get from his office to the conference room, Mr. Tarver would appear and handle it. Surely. I left his office and headed toward the conference area, my steps deliberate and slow.
I smoothed a sweaty hand down my jacket and skirt, but it did nothing to assure me that I was put-together enough to meet with two of the wealthiest men in the world. I’d researched them endlessly, digging into their finances, their families. Other than their parents and a few siblings, the men had no relations or connections.
I’d studied news stories about their business ventures, though I’d spent far too much time studying their handsome features. Gaines Everett was thirty-five, and the taller of the two. He had sandy blond hair and a lopsided smile that gave him a boyish air. Cade Robins was thirty-three, dark hair, light brown skin, and honey-colored eyes. The two of them made a striking pair, and I’d assumed—given their lack of attachments—that they were a couple. But the tabloid stories about them often showed them with models on their arms. Beards. Had to be.
I turned the corner to the front reception area. The door to the large conference room was closed. My clients were in there, waiting. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. I would just say that Mr. Tarver was running late and ask them to wait. Easy. I ran my free hand through my long dark hair and straightened my light gray suit jacket. If I’d known I was meeting clients, I would have picked a different outfit. This particular jacket was too tight across my chest, so I had to leave the top open. My emerald green camisole peeked out from between my lapels, and the swell of my ample breasts was visible.
Making a mental note to retire this suit for good, I cleared my throat and gripped the door handle. With a quick turn, I pushed the door open, strode into the room, and stopped, keeping my eyes on the smooth wood of the conference table. “I’m sorry. Mr. Tarver has been delayed. He’ll be here shortly. Can I offer you some coffee while you wait?” Oh my god, are you a stewardess?
“Our appointment was for nine.” A deep voice rumbled from the end of the conference table. I kept my eyes down as blood roared in my ears. “It is currently eight minutes after the appointed time. Either someone meets with us now, or we take our business elsewhere.”
Oh, shit. “It’s just that Mr. Tarver—”
“I don’t care about Mr. Tarver’s excuses.”
“Gaines, cut her some slack.” A smooth baritone cut in.
I finally found the nerve to glance up. Sparkling amber eyes caught my gaze, and my breath caught in my throat. Pictures hadn’t done Cade Robins justice. He wore a dark blue suit with a pink tie. Everything was tailored to fit his trim frame perfectly. His jaw was clean shaven, and the smile he gave me made heat rise up my neck and land squarely on my face.
“We don’t have time to waste on a tardy partner and an inexperienced associate.” Gaines leaned back in his chair, studying me with a critical stare. His light blue eyes seemed to miss no detail. Taller than Cade and wider, he was muscled strength, and he was pissed off. At me.
“I’ll just go, um . . . I’ll just call Mr. Tarver and check on his arrival—”
“Sit down.” Gaines pointed to the chair across from his and Cade’s.
The command in his tone both rankled and thrilled me. Is this how he became so successful? Bulldozing his way through the world with a handsome face and a will of steel?
I only hesitated for a moment, then followed his instruction and moved toward their end of the table. The morning sun streamed through the windows and bounced off the New York City high rises that surrounded my building. After placing my legal pad and papers on the table, I pulled the leather chair back and sat down. Now what?
I
cleared my throat again.
“Are you sick?” Gaines narrowed his eyes.
“I—no. It’s just something I do when I get nervo—” Stop talking.
“It’s all right.” Cade shook his head, a mischievous smile on his full lips. “Gaines can be a little overbearing when he hasn’t had his coffee yet. What’s your name?”
“Leah Waverly.” Gaines answered in a bored tone. “Top of her law class at Columbia, LLM in estate planning from Brown.”
Cade snorted. “Stalker.”
“You think I’d leave our legacy up to chance?” Gaines ran his hand down his already smooth tie. “I did my homework before choosing this firm, though it appears I wasn’t thorough enough, given Mr. Tarver’s inability to keep simple appointments.”
His tone was cutting, but he kept giving me a look I couldn’t quite gauge. Curiosity mixed with disdain, perhaps?
“Well, Leah.” Cade motioned to the papers in front of me. “Perhaps you can take us through your planning proposal, if you have one in that stack?”
He was throwing me a bone, but I wasn’t sure if I wanted to take it and run or roll over and play dead.
“I, um . . .” I took a deep breath and pulled a folder from the stack. “I have it here. It’s quite extensive, given your holdings and the joint nature of the documents.” Flipping the folder open, I took two copies of my plan and handed one to each man.
I forced confidence into my voice as best I could. “As you’ll see in the outline on the first page, I’ve done the numbers and planned the trusts and charitable contributions such that, upon your deaths, the money will have minimal tax consequences and the trusts will continue so as long the trust corpus remains intact.”
Gaines flipped to the next page. “How have you structured the investments to make sure the corpus stays viable for distributions?”
