Filthy and Rich: A Billionaire Menage Romance Box Set

by Opal Carew

  Her consternation lessened slightly, however, as she entered the building. And found all of the shelves fully stocked—the labels all meticulously positioned at the appropriate angle that satisfied Sylvia’s OCD. The fireplace was lit, the aromatherapy candles were glowing, and the sound of waves rolling onto the shore flowed from hidden speakers.

  All quite serene and heavenly.

  Though not at all what she’d expected.

  “Hey,” she said as she entered the reception area and found Chloe sitting on the sofa, sipping her coffee.

  “Hey to you, too.” Her friend smiled contentedly.

  Sylvia’s eyes narrowed on her. “What are you doing? I thought we agreed to take the weekend off and chill.”

  “Oh, I did take the weekend off,” Chloe assured her. “More marathon streaming, but the escapism was extremely therapeutic. Totally recharged the batteries so that I needed to expend some energy, which is why I came here and finished setting our stage. What do you think?”

  Sylvia’s gaze swept the warm and inviting space again and nodded her approval. “I think it’s fabulous. We’re definitely ready to open our doors. But . . . what’s with that little sparkle in your eyes, my friend?”

  “Can’t I be pleased with myself for polishing off our work? We’re a week ahead of schedule. We could start taking appointments today if some of our therapists are available.”

  “Indeed we could. Yet . . .” There was definitely something different about Chloe this morning.

  Sylvia gazed at her a few moments more. Then the lightbulb went off in her head. “Oh!” Her hand clamped over her mouth, her own eyes bulging. She recognized that sparkle—she’d seen it in her mirror this morning!

  Her hand flew away from her mouth. “You met someone, didn’t you?!”

  Chloe flashed a Cheshire cat grin. “Perhaps . . .”

  “Chloe! Spill all—immediately. If not sooner!”

  Her friend laughed. “Well, there’s not a lot to spill. I mean no major details or anything. Middle name is Marie, not Juicy.”

  “Ha, ha.” Sylvia dumped her laptop bag on top of the reception desk and slipped out of her coat. “I still want to hear every word.”

  “Don’t get too excited. It’s not that big a deal.” Chloe stood and started to pace. “You know how I shop every night at the market for dinner because I never know what I’m going to be interested in? And that those damn stock boys always put the sun-dried tomato and Tuscan-style pasta salad that I love on the top shelf on the days I’m really craving it?”

  “Yes,” Sylvia said, biting back a grin. “Those evil bastards do it on purpose, I’m sure.”

  “Right? So Friday night, I’m trying to reach one of the boxes. Doing a little discreet hoppin’ and jumpin’ because I’m all of five-four. And just when I’m about to topple the entire display—”

  “Like you did a couple weeks ago . . . ?”

  “And you’d think those stockers would learn their lesson already! Anyway,” Chloe said before taking a sip of coffee. “I almost had a box in my grasp when suddenly, there was this large hand reaching over mine. Belonging to this hulking guy who literally put Tom Selleck to shame. I’m talking seven-foot, head to toe, hot male hunkiness. Well, okay. Maybe not seven feet. I could totally be exaggerating there.” She let out a giddy laugh. “But for sure six-five. Or six-six. I kid you not. He was just sooo tall and huge and dreamy . . . And bonus material—wearing a Stetson and cowboy boots. I’m originally from the South. How could I not swoon?”

  Sylvia’s brow crooked. “Kudos to the studly one.”

  Chloe waved her free hand in the air to fan herself. “Anyway. All super hunkiness aside, he handed over the box and I was like . . . um . . . insert brilliant, witty repartee here . . .” She cringed. “No, that didn’t happen. I just stared up at him like he was some sort of god who’d delivered my sun-dried tomato Tuscan pasta to me freshly made up on a silver platter.”

  “And he . . . ?” Sylvia prompted.

  “Smiled. Like he’d just hit all the right lottery numbers. It was . . .” Chloe let out a blissful sigh. “A perfect meet-cute. You know, like in the movies?”

  Sylvia’s heart fluttered. “That is so awesome. What happened next?”

  “Well, nothing, actually.”

  Now her heart sank. “What do you mean nothing?”

  “Come on, Sylvie. It’s not like I was going to flirt with the guy or anything. You know me better than that. It was just really nice to . . . spark. In a way. With a guy. I’m not exactly used to that. It felt good.”

  “It feels great,” Sylvia said. “I happen to know from recent experience. Did you at least get this man’s name?”

  “John McDermott. He’s the project management lead on Noah Donovan’s new hotel.”

  “Of course he is!” She laughed. “Because the Lord above is trying to tell us that Noah coming to Bayfront is not the end of us. In fact, he’s a bit of a godsend.”

  Chloe frowned. “How do you figure? He is going to put us out of business, Sylvie.”

  Sylvia folded back the flap on her bag and pulled out the envelope Noah had given her on Friday night. She handed it to Chloe. Who read through the first page and gasped.

  “Sylvie! Noah Donovan wants to make you Vice President of Spa Services?”

  “Or whatever I want to call myself. Move on to the next page, Chlo.”

  “Yeah, because the idea of stock options completely blows my mi—” She shuffled the page. And shrieked.

  Thankfully, Sylvia did not have a paintbrush in her hand.

  “Ah,” she mused, “you immediately hit on Chloe Lockhart, Director of Spa Services.”

  “I—what . . . ? I—” Chloe stared at the sheet with wide eyes.

  Sylvia told her, “He’s serious, Chlo. And I seriously think we should consider his offer.”

  Chloe’s gaze lifted from the letter she’d reread. “You really want this?”

  “Think about it, Chlo. We’d be in on the ground floor. Noah wants us to design the spa and oversee the entire process from start to finish, right down to decorating the space and choosing the equipment and products. Even the grand opening would be in our hands. The budget is just . . . well, astronomical. More zeroes than either of us have ever seen before, that’s for sure.”

  “Wow.”

  “Yes, wow.” She took the papers from Chloe, set them aside, then clutched her friend’s hands. “Pulling together this day spa has been both cathartic and exhilarating for us. Imagine it on the Covington Collection level.”

  “Euphoria is suddenly flowing through my veins.”

  “Exactly. We thought this little project was a thrill ride? Noah’s spa is ten times the size—and it’s all ours! Noah trusts us explicitly.”

  Now Chloe’s brow furrowed. “Come on, Sylvia. He doesn’t even know us.”

  “He does, actually. He and Seth know me in ways I didn’t even know myself.” Excitement trilled down her spine. Something she might as well get used to whenever she mentioned Noah and Seth. She told Chloe, “Believe me when I say they are two incredibly intuitive, resourceful, diligent, and wonderful men.”

  “Noah Donovan?” Chloe all but croaked.

  “And Seth Lofton,” Sylvia added. “I’m head over heels for both of them. And they’re okay with that.”

  “What?!”

  Sylvia bit her lower lip to keep the vibrant smile from her face. Gave Chloe a few seconds to process. Then she said, “It’s all a sexy little ménage scenario that, if I choose to give a relationship with them a try, could turn into an extremely fabulous love affair.”

  “If . . . you . . . choose . . . what?” Chloe gaped.

  Sylvia couldn’t contain the smile any longer.

  Chloe glared. “Oh, you did not just backward tell me that you are sleeping with two men . . . at the same time?”

  “Like . . . the exact same time.”

  Chloe’s eyes popped again.

  Sylvia laughed. “Surprisingly, that
wasn’t so difficult to tell you.”

  “Well, I just . . . I mean . . .” She shook her head, thoroughly confused. Though clearly intrigued. “You . . . And them . . . Them? Together? All together?”

  Sylvia laughed a bit heartier. “Don’t go running scenarios through your head. They’ll be starring me and that’ll gross you out. Suffice it to say, Seth and Noah are irresistible, and apparently, so am I. And Chloe, all I have to do is take a leap of faith with them.”

  “Ah, Sylvie.” Chloe’s big brown eyes misted. She squeezed Sylvia’s hands. “I want you to be happy. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

  “I want you to be happy, too,” she said around the sudden lump in her throat. “Chloe, I want us to accept Noah’s offer. I want us to stay in Bayfront. I want you to run into your Stetson guy again. I want . . .” She shook her head as tears trickled down her cheeks, despite her best efforts to hold them at bay. “I want everything for us, Chloe. The happily ever after we both deserve.”

  Chloe released her hands and hugged Sylvia. “I want that, too, Sylvie. If it’s at all possible . . .”

  “Knock, knock,” Sylvia said as Seth pulled open the door of his condo. She’d rung the bell, but gave him a little smile with her quip. And held up a gift bag. “Santa sent me.”

  He chuckled. Swooped in for a kiss and then took her by the hand, dragging her into the foyer. “You’ve had me and Noah on pins and needles. You didn’t say for certain you were coming tonight.”

  She kissed him back before saying, “I sure hope to be coming tonight.”

  “Your one-liners are improving.”

  He took her coat from her and she followed him into the living room.

  Sylvia once again admired the lit forest, the enormous decorated tree, and the fat snowflakes falling in shimmering waves. And Noah pouring champagne.

  He handed over a crystal flute and clinked rims with hers. “You look stunning, as always.”

  “And you’re charming, as always.” She kissed him.

  Seth grabbed a glass of bubbly, tapped rims, and sipped. Holding the bag up as it dangled from one finger, he asked, “What’s the gift?”

  “A skimpy little red lace thank-you number for being patient with me and giving me the week to get a grip on everything that’s happened recently—so quickly. Enough to make a girl’s head spin, really, but I guess that’s the way of it when lightning strikes.”

  Seth’s brow crooked. “And did lightning strike?”

  “Twice,” she assured him with a grin. She retrieved the envelope from her purse, the strap slung over her shoulder. She gave the packet to Noah. “Signed, sealed, and delivered. From both me and Chloe. Who is eternally grateful, and hates you no more. In fact, she even made mention that you’re quite the dreamboat.” Turning to Seth, she added, “You, too.”

  “And what do you think?” he asked.

  “You already know what I think. I wouldn’t be standing here if I wasn’t ready, willing, and able to commit myself to a relationship with both of you. If you’ll still have me.”

  “Oh, well . . .” Noah shrugged playfully. “I suppose that’s up to Seth.”

  She smirked.

  Seth said, “I’ll have to see the lingerie offering first.” He rummaged through tissue paper and pulled out a scant bit of lace. Fire ignited in his emerald eyes. “This will do quite nicely. I say she’s a keeper.”

  “Me or the lingerie?” Sylvia drolly asked.

  “Both.” Seth kissed her. Then turned serious. “I’m glad you’re here. A week without you is a week too long.”

  “Agreed,” she said. Glancing over at Noah, she asked, “If he’s keeping me, does that mean you are, too?”

  “Someone has to satisfy you at night.”

  “The ego!”

  “Indeed.” Noah leaned in and swept his lips over hers. “We will both do our absolute best to keep that smile on your beautiful face.”

  “I have no doubt.”

  “And we have a gift for you as well,” Seth said as he set aside the bag, crossed to the fireplace, and snatched a plush, maroon-colored, and white-trimmed stocking from a hook on the hearth. With her name on it. He handed it over.

  Sylvia’s stomach flipped. She dug inside and found a small box that she unwrapped. Lifted the lid. And gasped.

  It was a key.

  “To the condo,” Seth said.

  Noah draped an arm around her shoulders and murmured in her ear, “With our love. Always.”

  Sylvia’s heart swelled with her love—for two sensational, sexy men.

  “We want you to move in,” Seth said. “Noah’s ready for roots.” He gave her a penetrating look. “Are you?”

  She stared at both men, waiting for the anxiety to kick in. It didn’t. Because this felt so right. To the depths of her soul.

  She breathlessly told them, “This is the best Christmas ever. More than I’d dared to dream of, really. So . . . yes. Count me in. Absolutely count me in.”

  Sylvia Rene Carter had finally found her place in life.

  And the three of them finally had the home they’d all been searching for.

  With one another.

  Three’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 butterfly kisses along her jawline. The mouth nibbling above her belly button paused for a second, wet tongue flicking out to tease her navel before shifting further south, stirring her to new heights of pleasure.

  Emily sighed, unable and unwilling to think past the moment. Even in her wildest fantasies, she’d never been able to fully imagine how amazing this would be.

  It’d taken a leap of faith to stand there and reveal her innermost dreams and desires to them. For a second she’d worried the pair would turn and walk away, their friendship ended.

  But Blake had been the first to react, telling her he loved her and he’d do anything to make her happy.

  Dane had done the same, matching Blake stride for stride as they’d shed their clothing and advanced on her, their hungry stares sending her mind spinning.

  She’d denied the truth to herself for far too long, but now she’d finally taken the final step to make her dream into reality. It was still hard for her to fathom, to understand what she’d done. What they’d done.

  What they were doing together.

  The hard truth was that she had fallen in love with two men. Two strong men that she wanted in every sense of the word. Now both of them were there with her, totally dedicated to giving her pleasure.

  Which she’d return with the same love and devotion.

  When she could breathe again.

  She slid one hand down into Blake’s hair as her favorite rebel continued his merciless pursuit of her pleasure. He let out a growl, mumbling something about getting her a tattoo to match his own. She gripped the dark locks as he kissed the delicate skin on her thigh.

  He pulled it between his lips, tugging playfully, and she knew she’d be wearing his mark tomorrow.

  Her other hand moved up to cup the back of Dane’s neck as he drew her nipple into his mouth, an attempt to try and steady herself. From
the moment they’d met, he’d been the stable one in her life, the cool, sensible voice of reason. Except right now, what he was doing, what they were doing, was anything but reasonable.

  This would change everything. For all three of them. And nothing would ever be the same again, in her world or theirs.

  Dane looked at the woman who was quivering underneath him, writhing at his touch. He loved her. Nothing else in his life mattered. When she’d nervously chewed on her bottom lip and asked them both to make love to her, he had known he couldn’t refuse, no matter the cost.

  So had Blake.

  He glanced down at where Blake lay between her legs, his shoulder-length dark hair brushing against her soft white skin. When he’d first met Blake, he’d expected to be rejected with a hearty sneer from the tough leather-wearing rebel. But instead he’d found a friend, someone to laugh and have fun with, a kindred spirit. When they’d both fallen for the same woman it’d put a strain on their friendship, but it hadn’t broken. The two of them had known the final decision had to be left to Emily.

  When she’d told them what she wanted, what she needed, Blake hadn’t flinched. Instead, he’d laughed and stripped down with a wicked smile, eager to start the festivities.

  Blake might play the tough guy with everyone else, but with Dane and Emily he allowed his gentler side to show through—the smart, sexy side Emily had fallen in love with and that Dane respected. He’d waited patiently for her to make a decision on this night, their college graduation, as they prepared to charge out into the world.

  And she had—but it wasn’t anything like what either of them had expected.

  Blake felt a thrill surge through his bones as Emily let out a passion-filled scream, the sound almost enough to send him over the edge. He looked up and licked his lips, seeing Dane sprawled out beside her.

  The night was young and he wanted this to last as long as possible. The years of joking and laughing together were over. The teasing, the taunting, the guessing about which one of them she was going to choose to be with was over.