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apart by the laws of physics and the designer who made what she now realized was a sex swing,
attached to a special anchor in the ceiling near the fireplace.
“Eco-cabin?” she said, arching one eyebrow.
Mike had the decency to look a bit sheepish. “A perk of being a billionaire. I can build my own sex
den.” As the words “sex den” poured out of his mouth he went from sheepish to wolfish, the
transformation so erotic and entrancing.
One of the guys had lit a romantic fire, and the glow of the flames mingled with the hundreds of
candles as Laura gawked in disbelief at how this night had unfolded. Her little red nub thrummed like
a lighthouse beacon, screaming for attention but it was the only part of her that seemed to maintain
any sense of what she really wanted.
“A swing? Seriously, guys? I’m going to rip the roof off if you don’t get me out of this,” she
joked. Her hands reached for her belly, eyes focused on staring anywhere but down.
“And there it is, Dylan,” Mike whispered. Reaching for her, he splayed his palm over the curves of
her breasts, her belly, her ass, making Laura inhale a slow, deep breath that came out shakier than
she’d intended.
“Look at her, Dylan.” Both men raked their eyes over her now as she was completely naked,
vulnerable and left with nowhere to hide. Oh, God. It was like that high school nightmare where you
go to school wearing only your socks, except right now? She wasn’t even wearing those.
What the hell was wrong with her? These were her guys.
“I’m looking. She’s even hotter than the day we met for the first time.” Like Mike, he reached for
her and began caressing her, hand tracing the swell of her hip, the curves of her waist and ribcage, the
smooth flow of palm across her torso like warm honey. Melting into it was not what she thought she
would do. The involuntary reaction allowed a new layer of tension to disappear, her body sinking into
a little more peace, a deeper connection with these two amazing men who were looking at her like she
was eye candy.
Gloriously nude Mike stood before her like a god at Asgard, his height perfectly matched to her
position in the sex swing. He grasped her shoulders and looked down over her nude body, eyes
lingering over each inch, the rock-hard need in his cock – and moreso in his expression – making her
tighten and release with a rhythm within her own core that connected with a deeper tone in the
universe, as if she were becoming less defined, more integrated, and more a part of something so
much larger and more primal than herself.
“You,” he said in a hoarse tone, “have always been perfect.” His torso pressed against her open
legs, the shaft of his cock aligning perfectly with her wet lips, swollen slit so sensitive she jolted.
“You will always be perfect, and your lush body is exactly what I want.”
“We,” Dylan interrupted, suddenly behind her, his own rigid manhood pushing against the cleft of
her ass.
“We,” Mike whispered. His eyes were magnetic in the candlelight, golden skin made luminous as
he consumed her completely, her skin alight with the feel of Dylan behind her, warm and eager, with
Mike at the helm. Being enveloped by their bare skin on both sides was an all-too-familiar reminder
of the importance of we in this moment, of the blending of three souls, hearts –
And bodies.
“This,” Dylan whispered, moving his hand from the side of her breast down to her belly, “is the
most amazing body in all creation. You were sensual and sexy as fuck long before you had the baby,
but knowing you built an entire baby, and that you nurture that baby from here” – he touched her
breasts – “is the sexiest damn thing I can imagine, and all you do, honey, is make me want you more
and more with each day that we spend together.”
He was a thick wall of hot muscle behind her, her shoulder blades pushing against his pecs as his
arms wrapped around her and roamed over her breasts and belly, joy and wanting obvious in the way
he relished each line, every bend and turn of her skin. “Not being able to have you ride me every
single day is torture,” he added in a murmur that made her shiver. “We want you, Laura. The whole
you. Every damn day. And we need to show you that and love you enough that you believe it.”
“I do!” she cried out as Mike nuzzled her neck. “Of course I believe it!” God, it had been so long
since she’d had this much flesh on her, surrounding her, wrapping her in complete abandon. The swing
made her feel naughty, like a wilder Laura she wanted to explore. Whatever else Mike and Dylan had
in that magic box of devices, she’d love to find out – but later.
Right now she wanted to make love to Mike and Dylan and let loose. It was high time, and the old
Laura, the woman she had been before the baby, came roaring back, fast and hard.
And really in need of a good fuck.
Arching her back, she let go of all her inhibitions and lifted her pelvis as high as she could, leaning
back against Dylan for leverage. His chin brushed against her neck and she swore she could feel his
smile. His cock – that she most definitely felt, nudging against her ass. Would they be up for a quickie
after all that build-up? Was it fair to ask them to –
“Ready?” Mike asked, hands cupping her face, his lips coming in for a kiss.
“For what?” she asked, starting to tremble.
“Me.” Centering his thick pole in front of her wetness, he slowly entered her as Dylan held her in
the swing, then began to rock her forward and back, inch by inch.
“Aren’t you,” she gasped, “supposed to hang this swing in front of a,” – gasp – “door?”
“I am the door,” Dylan hissed, now placing his rigid cap right at the base of her tight ring. Mike
filled her, the slow thrusts and the gentle rocking motion of the swing making her clit feel like it
would burst if she didn’t come right this very instant.
Bzzzz.
Cold metal and lube licked against her hot mons in random starburst of explosions as Mike stroked
her red nub with a small, bullet-shaped silver vibrator. Gripping his shoulders, she screamed in
extraordinary pleasure, imbued with the relief of knowing she could be as loud as she liked, and
tightened, releasing just as Dylan slowly, steadily entered her ass, the fullness slow and sensual, the
feeling unlike anything they’d shared before.
Breasts molded against Mike’s bare chest, his face intense and jaw tight, the languid strokes of the
vibrator brought her to a gasping mess in seconds, the push of a massive orgasm making her pussy and
ass push out, then pull in, long and tight, luring Dylan’s cock deeper in her, adding to the sense of an
enormity within her that was now connected to everything else.
Simple touches, like the push of Dylan’s flexing thighs against the bottom of her glutes, how his
lightly-stubbled cheek grazed through her hair, the mingling of her breath and the feel of his gasps
against her closed eyelids – all made time stand still, made love seem stronger than she’d ever
imagined, blended with her sense of self and purpose as rays of pure pleasure radiated down her body,
making her mind leap into the unknown and trust that what they shared would transcend all.
And then Dylan’s groan and Mike’s own grunt as both tightened, the thin line of skin separating
them becoming something otherworldly within, like a second clit as Mike thrust a little faster into her,
Dylan touching some spot in her so deep she had no words, and then Mike took the vibrator and
pressed it against the thin sliver of skin and she bucked against him, kinetic force turning her into a
pendulum that swung between their throbbing shafts, each plunging into her as the buzz of the metal
bullet made her climax roar up and claim her.
“Harder!” she called out, Mike bowing his head down and gritting his teeth, neck muscles standing
out as he stayed with her movement, Dylan behind her and rock hard, the only sound he made now a
grunting keening of animalistic desire.
The wave hit all three at the same time, Laura babbling in some language she didn’t know she
knew, the words nonsense as the vortex of pain and pleasure and entirety slammed into her, making a
burst of color appear behind her opened eyes, as if she were transported to a different dimension,
secured to reality by their joined bodies.
“Ah, God!” Dylan shouted from behind, driving deep and fast into her in a way that should hurt but
that instead felt like a homecoming, her muscles expanding to accommodate him, her body shocked
by the ferocious need and wanton drilling – yet perfectly happy and eager for more. Mike arced his
back, hips pointed in between her spread legs, the sum total of their combined movements mere inches
and yet the thrusts of two cocks inside her felt like miles of friction.
“Oh, Laura,” Mike rasped, his voice coming out through parted lips, eyes unfocused now as he
came, the luscious slide of his rod in and out of her made slick by his orgasm. At that same moment,
her abs tightened into a ball, then a long, twisting knot inside her, as if every muscle from pussy to
upper back coordinated in a fluid motion, rolled in and up, body then letting go in a microburst.
Waves of pleasure poured out like huge ripples, carrying whatever remained of consciousness out
in emanating circles, love driving her to come again and again, over and over, too many orgasms to
count all blending into complete acceptance, complete love, complete ecstasy.
Complete abandon.
Dylan’s body loosened behind her, his arms now stretched around her shoulders in embrace, and
Mike leaned against her body, still in her. Without their tight control the threesome swayed, listing
forward and back as Laura felt her own core muscles adjusting to the rhythmic motion.
“Sex den, huh?” she whispered in Mike’s ear. He looked up, hair tousled, eyes so deeply pleased
she felt like a better version of herself simply from being looked at that way.
“You like it?”
Her calf began to cramp, and a stretchy piece of leather cut into her ass. Shifting, she tried to get
comfortable, but to no avail. “I do, but – ”
“Let me help you,” Dylan said, moving quickly. Between the two men she was soon down from her
perch, under the soft covers, and the three nestled in bed, bodies aglow from the fireplace and candles.
A quick glance at the clock told Laura they’d only been here for a mere two hours. “Two hours!”
she whispered to herself.
“Two hours what?” Dylan murmured into her right breast.
“We’ve only been here for two hours!” she marveled. Desire rushed back into her. Bring it on.
Sexapalooza.
“Then we have plenty of time for more,” Mike mumbled.
“More what?” Laura’s body shook with the muscle memory of what they’d just done. And yet, she
found herself warming to the idea of more. Already?
“More sex. But first,” he yawned, Dylan copying him within seconds, “let’s nap.”
“Nap?” she asked, incredulous. “We get an entire night together, alone, and have mind-blowing
sex and you want to nap? Why are you so tired? Jillian’s been sleeping through the night.”
“We were up late the past few nights,” Dylan said. Yawn. “Reading your eReader.”
“Jus’ a lil’ nap,” Mike muttered and then...out.
Gaping, she turned to Dylan to find his eyes closed, too.
You have got to be kidding me. She was on fire now, one big walking bundle of turned-on nerve
endings, and they wanted to sleep?
Peeling Dylan off her, she climbed out of bed and wandered to the kitchen. A cup of water and a
shot of espresso later, she surveyed the scene.
Two hot, naked men? Check.
Romantic cabin? Check.
Alcohol, good food, and coffee? Check.
Baby well cared for? Check.
More time for more sex? Check.
Light snores from the bed made her chuckle, and then, out of the corner of her eye, she saw it.
The sex box. Stepping carefully across the room, quiet so as not to make a sound, she lifted it and
took it to the couch.
If they could snoop on her eReader, she could snoop through their box of sex toys.
Opening the lid carefully, she couldn’t believe what she saw before her. The breadth. The depth.
The – why did that...thing...have six attachments? And who knew you could get a dildo carved out of
that?
The footstool she’d placed the box on shifted, as if it were on gliders. How odd. She moved the sex
toy box off the ottoman and placed it on the couch. This was no ordinary ottoman. Tracing the edge of
the top of the fake leather, she realized there was a lid. When she lifted it off, she found –
A Sybian?
A sly look at the bed, then the “ottoman,” then the bed.
Oh, guys.
You have no idea what you’ve unleashed.
THE END
...or is it? ;)
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Her First Billionaire Excerpt
Copyright 2013 by Julia Kent
COULD SHE REALLY FIND THE RIGHT GUY ON THE INTERNET?
“Hot, luscious piece of ass who can suck a golf ball through forty feet of garden hose seeks rippling-
ab’d firefighter who has a tongue that thrums like a hummingbird and enjoys painting my toenails and
eating Ben & Jerry’s out of the carton while watching Mad Men.”
Laura Michaels stared at the online dating site’s registration screen and frowned. That’s what she
really wanted to write. Here was the truth:
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��Needy, insecure, overweight twenty-six year old Business Analyst with three cats, a corporate job
with pension and no debt seeks Mr. Impossible for way more than friendship and lots of ice cream. I’m
desperate for some physical affection and oral sex with a guy who doesn’t view it as some sort of favor
he’s granting me, and then expects to be praised like he cleaned my toilet. One night stands are better
than nothing as long as you brush your teeth. So call me, maybe!”
So when hot firefighter Dylan Stanwyck responds and asks her out, it’s just too good to be true.
When she searches him online and learns he offers himself up for date nights in bachelor charity
auctions, she wonders if she’s on the right planet.
Because what could a guy like that see in a fat girl like her?
OR WOULD HE NOT BE WHO HE SEEMED?
Trawling through the online dating profiles isn’t Dylan’s idea of fun, but it’s been more than
eighteen months since their lover, Jill, died, and Dylan and his unconventional partner, ski instructor
Mike Pine, need to find a new love. While their threesome situation is more complicated than a
contract from Fifty Shades of Grey, at least one aspect is simple: Laura Michaels, the cute, soft blond
from the online dating site, seems like a good fit for at least a first date. Soft curves, gorgeous hair,
eyes that light him up from the computer alone, and a profile that makes her seem smart and
interesting – he has no problems asking her out.
The problem is letting her in.
Dylan and his not-quite partner have more secrets than their unconventional romantic
relationships, and this latest snafu is a mixed blessing, for both became billionaires overnight after the
third in their threesome, Jill, died. With her estate finally settled and Dylan and Mike the recipient of
an annual income that gives them enough to buy entire towns in the Midwest, the two were left
reeling. Months after the lawyer explained their new-found fortune, Dylan still works his regular
shifts at the station while Mike remains on the slopes as a ski instructor, but with a caveat; now he
owns the entire resort.
But if they tell Laura everything, they risk losing a chance at a new bond.
Two problems may have one lush, ample solution as Laura meets her first billionaire on her date
with Dylan, but with a stunning twist at the end...
