Their Courtesan: Billionaire Menage Romance

by Cynthia Dane

  “I don’t want to do that!”

  They hung around long enough to be sure that mother and baby were fine. After a feeble thank you from an exhausted Monica and a semi-violent clap on the back from Henry, Seth and Judith retreated to the latter’s room, hoping for peace and quiet… and a long, hot shower.

  “Don’t suppose I’m going to get something extra relaxing for all my efforts tonight,” Seth said, watching Judith strip down before hopping into the steam of her shower. “Because if not that, then I at least want the strongest drink you can make once we’re clean.”

  “For the love of my ovaries, Seth,” Judith beckoned him to come inside with her, “I watched my boss give birth. The last thing I want to do now is the thing that makes babies!”

  “You know…” He closed the shower door behind him. “There are other things we can do besides indulge in abstinence-only horror stories.”

  He faced her decompressing beneath the showerhead. “You think you’re so cute…”

  “Darlin’, I know I’m cute.” He met her lips beneath the rain of hot water, happy to get back to where they were before they were so rudely interrupted by a little heiress making her world debut.

  Chapter 37

  MIGUEL

  For the first time since moving to America, Miguel was conducting the sexiest parts of his personal business outside of the Château’s walls.

  There were many reasons for them to sign their contracts in the city. For one, Monica was not in the mood to do a lot of traveling. Downtown was a convenient location for a woman content to hide out in her husband’s estate for the time being. Only downside? She admitted that this was her first time being away from her infant daughter, and she was anxious to be over with the meeting.

  The other good reasons included less mileage on the Aston Martin and getting to see his gorgeous Judith in civilization. That was always a treat.

  The four of them sat in a private room of a restaurant, drinking champagne and dining on semi-decent Italian food. Nothing is better than the real thing. It’s difficult to even compare. So, saying “semi-decent” was quite the compliment.

  Somewhere between giving birth and going on maternity leave, Monica finished drafting the contracts for the trio of misfit lovers. They each had a copy, and both Miguel and Seth had submitted their first month’s payments. The only one looking nervous was Judith, who turned down more champagne and kept her lunch light.

  You’d almost think she knows what we have planned for her. Technically, Miguel had first dibs on a date with her, but the two men had a nice, long, somewhat drunk chat about how best to please their mutual girlfriend and came to the same conclusion. Judith hadn’t been informed yet. It’s a surprise! Miguel, on the other hand, needed something stronger than champagne. A third glass would have to do.

  “I have nothing to add,” Seth declared, after looking through his copy of the contract.

  “You should. You should get a one-year discount for helping the boss have a baby.” Judith sent him a stark look. If she looks at me like that, I melt. There was something sexy about a particularly feisty woman. It’s like I want to fuck it out of her, but never actually accomplish it. I keep trying and trying… He crossed his legs. “What has this one done for you?” Judith gestured to Miguel. “He could’ve been there helping too.”

  “As sorry as I am for having missed it,” and indeed, it was quite the story, “I am sure that there are other, better ways for me to make myself useful to Mrs. Warren. I’ll start by signing this contract and recommending all my European friends to her place of business whenever they are in the area.” He may or may not have spent one uproariously drunk party in London talking about how great the Château was.

  “That is suitable,” Monica muttered. “I’m sure that within at least a month I will be more than happy to think about business again.”

  The only one who had yet to sign their copy of the contract was, unsurprisingly, Judith. She perused it like a magazine, commenting on this, gawking at that, and wondering how in the world she was supposed to spend Christmas in Monaco and then fly back in time for New Year’s with Seth.

  “It’s only fair that I get Christmas if he gets Thanksgiving.”

  “You’re not even American…”

  “Hence I do not care about Thanksgiving, but I do care about Christmas. My family is Catholic. We care a lot about Christmas.”

  “You’re not going to make me spend it with your family, are you?”

  “Why the hell wouldn’t I? You’re my damn girlfriend. They’ll get over it.”

  Even Monica looked as if she could hardly believe this. Seth simply shrugged. “Thanksgiving and New Year’s sounds fair to me.”

  “I feel like I’m at a fucking custody hearing.”

  “Now, pumpkin,” Miguel said with a grin, “cool it with the language. This is a fancy place for you Americans.”

  She slugged him in the arm.

  “Fantastic,” Monica quipped. “This is off to a fantastic start.”

  Judith grabbed a pen and signed her contract. “Fine. You’ve both got me by the pussy.” She shot Miguel that melting look. I’m done. Goodbye. “How’s that language for you, Mr. Bolivar?”

  “Is she flirting with me?” he asked Seth. “I think she’s flirting with me, but sometimes I can’t tell.”

  “That is definitely flirting. She’s about ten seconds away from tearing off your pants.”

  “Excuse you!”

  “If she does, I hope you paint it. I want to start appearing in those paintings with her. This needs to be shared with the world.” Miguel jerked his thumb toward his crotch. “I’m thinking ‘The Courtesan And Her Adonis Client.’ Hm?”

  “Could be fetching, but then I would have to stare at you naked.”

  “You’re a doctor and an artist. It’s not gay. It’s for your passionate work.”

  “Who said about being scared of gay?”

  “Whoa, whoa…” Judith held up her hands. “This is getting too freaky for me right now. Can we start with dessert?”

  We’ll be having dessert all day if I can help it.

  Monica had no desire to stay later than necessary. Between the worn-out look on her face and the call of a baby back home, Judith’s boss hurried to pay her respects and take the paperwork away with her. Her driver awaited her at the door. The last thing Miguel saw was Monica taking out her cell phone and frantically texting someone.

  “Well!” Miguel stretched his arms above his head, letting one land on the back of Judith’s chair. “You’re all mine now, mi amour.”

  “And mine,” Seth was quick to interrupt. “Don’t go back on our agreement so quickly.”

  The way he said that, and the way he looked at Miguel afterward, was enough to make the poor guy clear his throat. “I have no intention of going back on anything.” He and Seth shared a daunting look. Don’t freak me out, okay? One thing at a time.

  “So!” Judith put a hand on both of their thighs. “Who gets me first? I haven’t seen your apartment yet, Miguel. Am I spending the first night with you? I want ice cream first. Gotta lube up my throat for that junk in your pants.”

  Miguel wasn’t usually shy about his assets, but for some reason, hearing her candidly talk about his cock in front of Seth was awkward. One thing at a time! “Actually,” Miguel began, “you’re on a date with the both of us today.” He leered at Seth over her head. “Isn’t that right, Dr. Christens?”

  “Last I heard that was the deal.” Right in front of Miguel, Seth wrapped both arms around Judith and gave her a surprise kiss to the throat. I hate how good they look together. With any luck, Seth thought the same thing about Miguel. Damn straight we look good together. “Unless you would rather have me, love. I don’t think you do.”

  “My, my… there’s plenty of me to go around.” Her infectious smile was just that. Miguel couldn’t help but smile too. “So where are we going?”

  Another look was exchanged. “It’s a surprise. Come on. We’r
e taking my car.”

  Judith looked fantastic in the passenger seat of his Aston Martin. Like she, oh, belonged there, even dressed as simply as she was. I can’t wait to tear those clothes off you, Judith. I’m showing you so little mercy today that you won’t be able to leave the bed all weekend. Miguel had deposited $120,000 into the Château’s main account. They were going to celebrate until neither of them had the breath to celebrate any more.

  Seth went on ahead to get things ready. Judith was none the wiser, reapplying her makeup in the mirror and teasing Miguel with glimpses of her thighs and cleavage. Would that stuffy doctor get mad if I had my first round with her right here? I’ll send her nice and warmed up, courtesy Mr. Bolivar.

  “What’s this?” Judith grinned to see one of the nicest hotels in the neighborhood in front of them. “Miguel… you shouldn’t have. We could go to your apartment first.”

  “We’re celebrating, mi amour.” Miguel pulled up to the curb and got out. The valet helped Judith out and waited for Miguel’s keys. “Besides, we need neutral territory.”

  “For what?”

  He looped his arm around her, pulling out a card key already in his possession. It was gold. Really gold. She better know that this goes to the best room in the establishment. Only the greatest for his fair Judith.

  “For all the naughty things I’m going to do to you.”

  She giggled as they passed the front desk and went straight for the elevator. Judith bit her lip in expectation as Miguel hit the button for the penthouse suite. “Can we get some drinks? Ice cream?”

  “Anything for my perfect girlfriend.” Miguel meant that, too. No matter what, Judith was his girlfriend. Sure, she was some other man’s girlfriend too, but somehow…

  Somehow that was kinda hot.

  He pulled her close to him for a kiss. By the time the elevator doors opened to the penthouse suite, Miguel had his hand halfway up her blouse, searching for her bra clasp.

  “I knew it. I knew I couldn’t trust you alone with her for five minutes.”

  Judith jerked out of Miguel’s embrace, mouth dropping open when she spotted Seth already in the suite. “Seth!” she exclaimed. “What are you doing here?”

  “We did say that you would be with both of us today.” Miguel held the elevator door open and gently pushed Judith out. His eyes lingered on the curve of her ass as she hurried into the suite. He didn’t even mind when Seth swept her into his own embrace, careful to make sure poor Miguel saw how expertly he kissed her. Judith’s eyes stayed open, as if she couldn’t believe this crazy moment. How adorable. She has boyfriend whiplash.

  They went into the suite, where a bottle of Italian wine and three glasses awaited them. Judith remained entranced as she was sat in the center seat and flanked by both men who wanted her so desperately.

  “All right, you two,” she finally said with severity. “Come clean. What is this about? If we were really on some hunky-dory threesome date, we wouldn’t be in a fucking hotel room that costs as much as I do for a night. Are there cameras somewhere? Are we on a reality show now? I didn’t think you two were that hard up for money.”

  Seth and Miguel had spent a long time discussing how to broach this with Judith. They both knew she would be down for it, once it registered in her brain, but Miguel did not have much experience in this area. He assumed he would let instinct take over once it got started. Seth was the one who claimed to have done it once. Maybe twice. Miguel had been too shocked to hear how often such a thing occurred in the introvert’s life.

  “Why are you so skeptical?” Seth handed her a glass of wine. “Maybe Miguel and I are best friends now. You know how it is. You punch a guy out, suddenly you’re best man at his wedding. Don’t question how we men do things. Keep in mind I gave up being a doctor to paint you being naked all day.”

  “Is that how the order of events went? Think you left some stuff out, Seth.”

  His hand slid up and down her thigh. Miguel thought he would be pissed off to see it, but all he felt was… nothing. It didn’t faze him at all. Yet to make sure he was alive inside, he put a hand on Judith’s shoulder and offered her a sip of his wine.

  “Does it matter? When a man loves you, he’ll do whatever it takes to keep you.”

  “Huh?”

  “He’s right.” Miguel was close enough to smell Seth’s aftershave. Not a bad choice… not my taste, but it suits him, I guess. Did it have to overpower Judith’s sweet smell, though? “You make me want to do things I never thought about doing before, mi amour. You may be my love, but you come with extras, don’t you? I’d say get rid of the chaff here, but if you think he’s that cute…”

  “On that note, you should ditch the meathead. I know he’s got that sexy accent, but…”

  Judith drank her whole glass of wine before slamming it on the table. “Oh my God. You two are going to kill me.” She didn’t say it, but her damning demeanor said she realized what was going on now. With one glance at Seth, Miguel took his cue. He tipped Judith’s head back and kissed her, hand dipping down her blouse while Seth kissed her fingers.

  Chapter 38

  JUDITH

  Oh my God oh my fucking sweet Heavens…

  They both came out of nowhere, feeling her up, covering her in kisses, upping the ante with every passing second. Judith had her fair share of more than one man at once, but this was unforeseen!

  “What are you…” She knew what they were doing. From the moment she saw Seth standing outside the penthouse suite of this swanky hotel, she knew what was going on. They both want me. Right here. Together! These two men who both claimed to love her. Two men who barely knew each other, outside of wanting to land fists in faces because one dared to say he loved her more than the other. Now they both groped her, whispering sweet, delectable things in her ear.

  She couldn’t believe them.

  “Miguel… Seth…” No matter where she looked, one of her boyfriends was there. On their own, they were comforting, wonderful men who made her feel safe and ready to have any kind of fun they desired. Together? There was no way this could go well! “You can’t be serious.”

  “Why not?” Miguel pushed her against the leather chair, completely ready to eat her alive. Her hand instinctively dropped from his chest to his zipper. He wasn’t seriously getting hard here, was he? Seth would leave the moment that monster came out of Miguel’s pants.

  Or would he? “Don’t underestimate us, Judith. We know what we’re doing. You think we haven’t talked about doing this with you for a long while now?”

  “Practically since we made our truce.”

  “It’s nature, right? We’ve both had you. At the same time. Whenever we can.” Seth paused only to growl in her ear. Oh my God. Stop it. You’re making me tremble. “It’s the fairest way.”

  “Obviously it’s not possible every time. You’ll still get plenty one-on-one time with the both of us when necessary.” Miguel kept tugging on her blouse as if it would magically melt away. “This could be the start of an interesting relationship. You. Me. That guy over there.”

  “That’s Mr. That Guy Over There to you. We’re polite here in America too.”

  Judith wanted to laugh, but how could she? The two men she loved were pawing at her, both antsy to get her clothes off and their virility inside of her. I never thought something like this would happen. She said as much when they both took a leg and eased them open.

  “You’ve said so yourself, Judith. You’re not a one-man woman. You have appetites. As your loving patrons who want to keep you happy, we will do our best to make sure those appetites are sated at all hours. If you’re not fucking us, you’re thinking about us fucking you. No one else.”

  “What better way to ensure that you’re satisfied than giving you both of us at the same time?”

  “Why, do you object?”

  Object? Object? Miguel was unbuttoning her blouse and Seth was slowly making his way to his knees. His tongue lightly licked the inside of her thigh, teasing th
e hem of her short, flirty skirt. “No,” Judith said, hesitant. “I’m surprised, that’s all.”

  She was further surprised when Seth pulled up her skirt and revealed her bright blue thong. “Yet you’re so prepared for us.”

  “For one of you! I thought I’d be going with one of you after signing the contract!”

  “If we can help it, it won’t be one of us.” Miguel held Judith’s legs open while Seth teased her slit with two knuckles. “I hear he’s got a California King bed. So is that one over there.”

  “You two really want to do this? You’re not just having sex with me…” Judith treaded dangerous ground here.

  “I am not fucking him. I’m fucking you. With his help.” Seth snapped the fabric of her thong. Her nether lips quivered in approval. I’m wet. I’m so wet already. Seth chuckled to see how much so.

  “But you said you would get too jealous in a threesome… and you…” Judith looked at Miguel, who was halfway to ripping off his own clothes. “This is not something you do, Miguel.”

  “Who said? I’m not intimidated by this guy. Might be good for me to watch him fuck you. Maybe he knows something I don’t about how your beautiful body ticks.”

  “It’s not like I haven’t had you after he has, either. Or are you forgetting that too, Judith?”

  “I’m not forgetting anything. You’re the ones acting weird.”

  “Relax.” Miguel caressed her cheek, imploring her to look at him. “I know it’s sudden, but would it have really been better if we gave you a week’s notice? ‘By the way, come prepared. We’re both going to fuck you at the same time.’”

  She couldn’t help but laugh.

  “That’s the spirit. Hey you, down there, do something to calm her down and get in the mood. I’d do it, but I’m distracted up here.” Yeah, distracted with her tits. Judith grinned like the luckiest girl in the world when he bent down to kiss her skin as Seth pushed his head between her legs.

  Judith had her share of threesomes before, but they were never like this. Those weren’t full of adoration for her and how she made those men feel, inside and out. She rarely had a bad time, but she was also always aware that her role was nothing more than “that woman we’re banging.” Sometimes she was paid for the pleasure of more than one man. Sometimes she volunteered. Never, ever was she the focus of the encounter. If Miguel and Seth both made her feel like a ruling queen on their own? Then she would probably die from them together!