“You give ninety-nine per cent of lawyers a bad name.”
“Or one per cent of lawyers a good name.”
“Dick.”
“Jerk.”
David emerged from the bedroom. He looked as if he had just stepped out from the shower. His perfect body was wrapped in a towel. His hair was wet. He padded to the kitchen and poured himself a cup of coffee. David took his coffee black. He sipped it as he came into the living room. “Are you two already bickering at this hour?”
“We’re just having a civil conversation about steaks,” Calvin said.
David perked at the mention of it. “I hope its Peter Luger’s steaks.”
Sam winked. “You betcha. The butcher ordered it special for me.”
“Atta girl.” He flopped on the coffee table and lifted her foot, taking her slipper off.
“What are you doing?” Sam grinned.
“What do you think? I haven’t seen you in a week.” David massaged her calf then caressed her thigh.
Heat spiralled to her centre from his touch. All of a sudden, her body craved for more of his touches. His caress. His kiss.
Adam nuzzled behind her ear. “Let me help you with that. I love undressing a pretty girl.”
Sam shivered. The thought of sleeping with the three of them at the same time brought an indescribable thrill deep inside her. She remembered the night after the gala. Adam hadn’t wanted to share originally, but David and Calvin were too frisky to wait for their arranged turn. They’d all ended up in her bed, fucking until morning. Six ways to Sunday, Calvin had called it. Her pussy and ass had never been as sore as the following morning.
She grabbed a handful of Adam’s hair and crushed her lips to his. Adam kissed her back with the same heat. He slid his tongue in and brushed over the roof her mouth. He devoured her greedily, her shirt buttons forgotten.
Her mind scattered in a haze. She felt the sofa dip. Calvin settled next to her and finished Adam’s job of unbuttoning her shirt then unhooked her bra. Without breaking the kiss with Adam, Sam let Calvin slip off her shirt and bra from her body. Rough hands found her breasts. Kneading. Plucking her nipples. She heaved when Calvin lowered his head and sucked a nipple. Her pussy stirred and moistened. Her nipples were sensitive.
Somebody growled. It was David.
“We need more space,” he said. “Let’s move to the bedroom.”
Adam broke the kiss and Calvin released her nipple. Sam slumped. Her body thrummed with desire. Wanting to be touched. Stroked. Kissed.
David was the one who lifted her from the sofa. He scooped her up and carried her to the bed as if she weighed nothing. Sam giggled. Adam and Calvin followed in tow. They undressed as they walked.
David deposited her in the middle of the bed. He fumbled with the zipper of her capri pants, then yanked them off. Her panties met the same fate. David’s eyes gleamed. “Goodness. You’re wet already.”
Sam smiled shyly. Her libido went haywire each time one of the men touched her sexually.
David purred. “Just the way I like it.” He parted her slick pussy lips and slid a finger inside her.
She tensed. David had a knack of bringing her to orgasm just by petting her pussy. He knew her body better than she knew it herself.
David shoved off his towel. His erection jutted forward, heavy and unspent. Her mouth watered at the sight of his erection. She reached for it, wanting to taste his cock. David snatched her hand midway, shaking his head. “Not now. Later. I really need to fuck you now.”
Without the long foreplay that he usually liked, David poised the crown of his cock at her entrance, then thrust in. Sam moaned. David looked very frisky, as if he couldn’t wait to jump her bones. He stretched her, filling her to fullness and beyond. He buried his cock balls-deep. Her pussy fluttered around his throbbing shaft. He felt so hot, his singed heat warming her sensitive nerve endings. David thrust and pulled back. Her cunt made a wet, lewd sucking sound each time he withdrew.
“Fuck,” David breathed out. His thrusts became faster and harder. “You feel so good. Every time, baby.”
Sam clawed the sheet. Adam sat at the edge of the bed, stroking her hair. Calvin stood, pumping his cock while devouring her with his gaze, one of pure lust. Sam’s breasts bounced as David pummelled into her. Blinded by her own lust, she arched herself, matching his battering slams. Her heart thundered. Blood rushed to her head. Tendrils of pure ecstasy gripped her like stubborn tentacles, ready to reel her in into oblivion. David rained her with dozens of strokes. A wave of pleasure slammed over her unmercifully.
Fireworks burst before her eyes. Her body shook.
“Shit.” David laughed. “Christ, babe. Just like that. God, I love it when you do that…”
David scooped her into his arms and lifted her from the bed. His cock pulsed so deep inside her, the huge cockhead crushing her cervix. He switched position. He had Sam straddle him before he lay on his back on the bed.
“Ride me,” he urged.
She didn’t know if she could. Her climax was barely over, but she was ready to curl up and take a nap. She obliged him even though her knees threatened to weaken. Sam braced her hands on his chest and started pumping. New pleasure scaled her from the inside.
David seized her hips and fucked her in slow thrusts this time. Sam relished everything. The shards of pleasure each time his cock ground her sensitive passage. The way he filled her full. The way his shaft felt. Hard-veined flesh encased in smooth velvet. And his heat…
God.
From the corner of her eye, she saw Adam masturbating. Her mouth watered again. “Give me,” she croaked, feeling greedy. “I want to suck you.”
Adam was only too happy to oblige. He climbed on the bed, kneeling beside David, proffering his cock in her direction. Sam took him, plunging her mouth until his crown nudged the back of her throat. She sucked him hard. Adam became breathless. Unintelligent murmurs escaped him. She deep-throated him until she felt new heat press against her backside.
Calvin.
She paused. David stopped fucking her.
Her heart wanted to crawl out. She realised what Calvin intended to do. He parted her cheeks and brushed a finger over her puckered entrance. She shivered. She heard a rustling sound and a package being opened.
Moments later, cold, viscous goo dripped on her anus. Calvin smoothed it around with his thumb.
“Ready for me, Sam?” he asked.
God, no. Yes. She couldn’t answer with a mouthful of cock.
But Calvin didn’t need her answer. He noticed her dripping, stuffed pussy and took his cue. He pressed his cockhead on her anus. Sam flinched instinctively.
“Relax, Sam.” Calvin sounded frustrated.
Her sphincter tightened and refused his entry. He tried again. Rather forcefully.
Sam moaned. New fire penetrated her. Calvin eased and pushed until he was able to bury his cock into her ass. The pressure was alarming from being filled at the same time, front and back. She let out a whimper. God. So good. So fucking wrong. Yet so addicting. Calvin and David fucked her as if there were an unspoken understanding of when to pull and when to thrust. Their fucks became increasingly fast once they’d got used to the rhythm. Pleasure hurled back at her a thousand fold.
“Suck me.”
Adam’s voice startled her from her burgeoning need. He sounded desperate and needy. She quickly bobbed her head on his erection, sucking him ravenously as David and Calvin fucked her. They thrust and pounded until she wanted to come so badly. The pleasure gathered rapidly. Her body tensed.
A fierce climax swept over Sam, her scream muffled by Adam’s cock.
She thought she was dying for a moment. She floated away to oblivion.
David came, followed by Calvin. The two men jerked and shuddered. Their cocks filled her with their fertile seed. When she’d drifted back to reality, she sucked Adam’s cock, eager to finish what they had started. Adam groaned harder, clenching her hair. She sucked once, twice more. Adam
came, flooding her palate with his salty cream. She lapped and drained him to the last drop. She only let his cock go when he had nothing left to give her.
Adam cursed softly. He eased his cock from her mouth. “Jesus…” He laughed and collapsed next to David.
Calvin withdrew from her asshole. Her knees weakened. She collapsed on David’s chest. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly.
“Babe,” he whispered.
She buried her face in his chest, wanting to take a long nap. She could, probably. Problem was, her men usually weren’t satisfied with only one round. They always wanted more. Not that she minded.
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Corporate Plaything
Lizzie Lynn Lee
Excerpt
Chapter One
People said the apple didn’t fall far from the tree. Anna Vincent realised the irony when she finally saw Justin Martel for the first time for a job interview. She sat in a piece of modern art contraption that was supposed to be a chair and mourned in silence at how fate loved playing her cruel jokes. Here she was, doing what her father did, which had ultimately put him in the hot seat.
Her old man was a computer whiz, a loving father, and the only family she had. A decent, good man his whole life until his friend lured him into a get-rich-quick scheme. The friend turned out to be a cyber-mobster and the scam was intended to extort her father into an even bigger scam. To add insult to injury, the syndicate had also blackmailed her too, to play spy in order to get ‘a secret formula’ from the Martel brothers just because she was also a prodigy with any machine that had a CPU in it.
If her father was a lousy hacker, then why did the syndicate think she’d be good at playing corporate spy? Anyhow, she didn’t have a choice. With his health problems, her father wouldn’t survive in jail.
Anna glanced furtively at her interviewer and his brother Raphael who sat near the window. Raphael did nothing but ogle her after she was seated. It was unnerving.
Minutes passed in silence as Justin pored over her résumé. Anna had seen his photos plastered across the tabloids and magazines in recent years, and she had to admit he looked even better in person. He and his two brothers had recently been crowned as the sexiest men alive and they all lived up to the title. Their mouth-watering beauty bordered on unreal.
According to her source, the Martels’ publicist had insisted that being indistinguishable triplets might not be the best campaign tactic since they wanted to sell their individual personalities to the public. And so, to tell the brothers apart from one another, the publicist suggested they wear coloured contacts. Justin would be the one with violet eyes, Raphael with blue, and Matt stayed with their natural eye colour of deep sea green.
As Anna studied Justin closely, she thought those gorgeous irises of his looked as if they were his natural ones. His large, almond-shaped eyes were shielded with dark, lush lashes that complimented his refined features and sensuous lips. His lightly tanned skin looked like caramel tempered in sunshine.
Anna unconsciously swallowed, pushing away the thought of licking him to see if he was as delicious as he looked. A burst of shame surfaced afterward. What am I doing? She pinched herself hard. Focus. Get the job.
She’d heard that Justin and his brothers were notorious Casanovas. Falling for these sex fiends was the last thing she should do.
Justin peered at her from above the edge of the papers then set them down carefully. “You have an impressive résumé, Miss Vincent. However…”
Her heart sank as he continued.
“…we’re not looking for someone of your calibre at the moment.”
Her hope shattered into pieces. She thought of her father who would have to spend the rest of his life in jail just because he was naive enough not to know that helping his friend recover access to some misplaced bank accounts was equal to larceny.
Her father had been duped. With the evidence in their hands, the syndicate had threatened Anna. If she was unwilling to do their dirty job, they would turn her father over to the Feds. Those bank accounts her father had hacked belonged to the US government. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that kind of crime carried a hefty punishment. And getting a job at the Martel design house was the only way to buy her father’s freedom.
Now, how was she supposed to get her hands on that formula if she couldn’t get close to one of the brothers? Anna unconsciously twisted her fingers until they were all white, thinking that perhaps she might still be able to salvage the situation. “If I may ask, sir, what kind of qualification do you expect for this personal assistant vacancy?”
That earned her a wolfish smile from Justin. If he looked like a reserved young businessman before, now he looked like a big, bad wolf that couldn’t wait to eat her whole in one bite.
He drummed his long, tapered fingers on the glassy surface of his desk, and his gaze bore down on her with such intensity that all of a sudden, she felt the air around her thinning. She felt as if she were falling under the spell of his hypnotic eyes.
“Let me ask you something. How did you find out about this job anyway? As I recall, my brothers and I were just joking to our colleague that we need our own personal assistant.”
“From Marian Bancroft’s secretary, sir.” Bancroft was the Martels’ publicist. The syndicate had ordered her to approach Bancroft to see if she could get Anna close to the Martels. When Bancroft’s secretary mentioned that the brothers needed a personal assistant to manage their busy schedule, Anna jumped on it as her chance to get into the Martels’ lair.
“Ah.” Justin leant back in his chair. He glanced at his brother, Raphael, who was sitting near the window, and traded a conspiratory grin.
Unlike Justin, with his clean-cut hair and meticulously crisp expensive suit, Raphael was the true personification of the bad boy image. His onyx hair fell just below his ears and the muscle tee he wore revealed the perfect body underneath.
Anna had seen him dressed only in his underwear in one of the gossip magazine’s shots. His sex appeal made her dizzy. Rumour had it he could make a woman wet in five seconds flat.
“Actually, we’re looking for a different type of personal assistant,” Justin announced.
“Oh, for God’s sake, just tell her the truth.” Raphael rose from his seat and stalked over to her with the gait of a predator. He sat on Justin’s desk and cast her a smile that rivalled his brother’s. “We’re looking for a fuck doll. A plaything. Someone to manage our personal life and also warm our bed.”
Fuck doll? Plaything? Warm their bed? Those words! Were they even possible to be strung together in the same sentence without sugar-coating the perverseness in their actual meaning? Fire burned in her cheeks when Raphael’s words fully sank into her brain.
“Of course, we’re prepared to offer the right candidate a generous compensation,” Justin added, slipping into his businessman’s persona again.
Anna gulped hard. “How much money are we talking here?”
“Two million dollars for a one-year contract. All expenses paid. Wardrobe and accessories to polish your image to fit our standard would also be provided. Also, medical benefits and the possibility of a generous year-end bonus if your performance meets our expectations.”
Good lord. That was a whole freaking lot of money. Her father had been promised fifty grand to help his friend-turned-syndicate, and he’d done it because she was having trouble paying off her student loans. College was so damned expensive nowadays. “I-I really need this job.” Anna managed an excuse, which wasn’t far from the truth. “I need the money to pay my debts.”
Justin and Raphael grinned in symphony.
Somehow, the image of two big, bad wolves and she as the juicy meat they couldn’t wait to sink their teeth into flashed in her mind.
“Are you saying you’re interested in being our fuck doll, Miss Vincent?” Justin asked her to the point.
She froze. Could she do this? She w
asn’t sexually adventurous. A prude, her friends had called her. In all her twenty-six years of her life, she had only slept with one man—her high-school boyfriend. And it hadn’t been as exciting as her friends had clamoured about, either. Sex was highly overrated.
Anna sucked in her breath and answered bravely. “Y-yes.”
“Are you sure?” Justin asked again. Maybe he’d noticed the hesitation in her voice.
Anna made up her mind. “I need this job, Mr. Martel.” And that formula. She then realised something that made her self-confidence slide down a few notches. “But I suppose you’d be looking for a pretty girl for this position.”
“Now, now. Why do you have such a low opinion of yourself?”
Justin’s answer surprised her.
“We’re looking for a certain quality in our candidate,” he continued.
“What kind of quality?”
“Would you like to take the test?”
Anna couldn’t imagine what kind of test these men had in mind. Knowing their infamous reputation, she was sure it wouldn’t involve algebra or world history. The Martels were notorious players. And being the walking, talking, wet dreams they were, any woman they set their eyes on was rumoured to fall easily into their bed.
“Y-yes,” she answered.
Justin contemplated for a second. “Ralph?”
Raphael winked. “I’ll get Matt.” He went out and came back a few minutes later.
Anna slipped into uneasiness when she caught Matt’s eyes. He was absolutely different than his flirtatious brothers. Her first impression about him was that this man was dangerous. His hawk-like stare seemed to penetrate her deepest soul and expose what she really was. A sliver of panic started to creep into her mind. Could he see through her deception? The very reason she strayed into these sex fiends’ lair?
Matt sauntered behind his brother’s desk and folded his arms in front of his chest. Like Justin, he was also dressed in an impeccably neat business suit. But there was a warrior aura plastered all over him. He had this lush, raven hair that was so long, it draped over his shoulders, behind his back, and stopped just below his elbows. If he traded his suit with leather pants and a broadsword, he would look like the stereotypical barbarians from the cheesy romance covers.
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