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A billionaire’s daughter. Two hard bodied, cocky as hell, alpha bad boys. One major mistake. Talia Breitling’s about to find out just how dangerous a single night of doubles can be!
When I finally got promoted to president of my family’s company, I just had to find someone to celebrate with. Normally, I go for smart guys. Quiet. Kind. I’ve never been the type to go for the hard bodied bad boys. But when two former college football players, all muscled and tattooed, arrive at my party, I just can’t help myself.
I know it’s a bad idea to take them to bed.
But it gets even worse for me when I find out they work for my company.
Then when you add in our missing sex tape, and a mystery blackmailer, things fall apart even faster!
Now everything I’ve ever worked for is in danger of imploding, and I’m going to need my alpha bad boys to stop taking me from behind, and start having my back. Fortunately for me, they’re the type of men who protect what’s theirs…
One’s got me bent over a barrel.
The other’s got me on my knees.
It’s kind of hard to do what I have to, when I’m getting it from both ends. Fortunately, my blackmailer has no idea what I’m willing to do, or how far I’m willing to go, to win.
“You want to what?” my husband, Max, said.
“Come on… Just one more blow job. We’re letting him walk from here, I figure it’s a nice way to send him off.”
Max cocked his eyebrow. “Just head?”
I smiled. “Just head. After a shower.” I motioned to the bathroom door where Cody was waiting. Behind it, the sounds of running water were loud.
Max looked over. “I don’t know…”
“Come on, remember that weekend I let you spend with my friend Tara?”
He smiled. “Yeah. Fair enough.”
I kissed his cheek. “Ok. You bring the suitcases out to our car, pay the bill, and wait. I’ll be out in ten minutes. Fifteen tops.”
“Fifteen?” Max said.
“Fifteen. I promise.”
“Ok. But any more and I get to join in.”
“Done!” I threw my arms around my husband, gave him a big kiss, and ran into the bathroom.
Cody was standing there. Next to the hot, running shower. His hair was wet, but the rest of him was dry. “You ready?” he said.
“You have fifteen minutes,” I said.
“Then assume the position.” Continue reading “Renee’s Cross-Country Threesome (Part 3)”
Last year a friend of mine named Margot had some work done to her house. The project took an extra two weeks, but even though she’s a stickler for punctuality, she didn’t mind about the overrun. I asked her about it for months, but all she did was shrug and smile. Finally, last week, she told me the whole story…
About halfway through the work on my home I was feeling especially thrilled. The two men who were doing the job were a pair of brothers, and they were practical twins. As I would find out later, Peter was a year older than Eric, but they were both young, ripped, and tan. Also, they both worked sans shirt, so I was always stopping for a chat. I said it was because I wanted to supervise, but really I was just getting their bodies down so I could get them right when I spent the night with my vibrator. But the thing is, a fantasy is only as good as its potential…
So, one Friday it started raining. The guys had to stop work. They could either go home, wait in their truck, or spend the storm inside. With me.
“Hey,” I called out from the back door. “You two want to wait out the rain inside?”
Peter looked over at his brother, then me. “Sure, sounds great!”
Eric nodded, and they both came in, just as the rain started to pour.
“Thanks, Mrs. Johns, we really appreciate it,” Peter said.
“Yeah, it’s coming down fierce,” Eric added.
“It’s my pleasure,” I said. “Go on into the living room, and I’ll grab you some coffee. Unless you want something else…” Continue reading “Margot’s First A2M”