The Academy Awards.
Ethan was the man of the hour, his film garnering nominations in twelve categories. Everyone wanted to talk with him and he handled it with humor and grace.
Reagan had worried that their relationship might make waves for Ethan, but it never really did. It didn’t take long for the headlines to break once they made things public. There were all kinds of rumors of course, some of them true, but most of them preposterous.
Ethan and Reagan would peruse through the stories online and in the papers and giggle together. Sometimes they would make up their own headlines, just to make each other laugh.
By the time she moved into Ethan’s house, the excitement around them had quietened significantly. They were no longer the newest thing, just as Ethan predicted.
People adored him, and they always would, because he was a talented, kind, hard-working man who loved his woman.
Being kinky didn’t change that. If anything, it just made him more colorful.
The media had taken a keen interest in Reagan at first. The paparazzi were pretty short of manners in the early days. They wanted to know who this naughty, mysterious red head was, who was able to “tie down” Hollywood’s most eligible bachelor. Yes, the headlines were creative.
They would tail her pretty much everywhere, until they realized she was just a normal person doing pretty normal things.
She would walk Ragnar daily, volunteer at the retirement home, hang out with Penny and her boys, or go to work at the flower shop in West Hollywood.
Every now and then she would “sneak” into Hustler Hollywood or The Pleasure Chest, just to mess with them.
Ethan didn’t mind.
In fact, he encouraged it, especially since she would almost always come home with some new toys to play with.
She wasn’t sure what the paparazzi were hoping for. Did they think she would walk around town in a corset, brandishing a riding crop and flogger? She saved that for the playroom, among many other things.
For the most part, she took everything in stride, just long enough for the media to lose interest and more or less welcome her into the family of Hollywood faces they recognized and loved.
“Ethan, you look great tonight, and so does your beautiful wife,” Marisa Crewson gushed, as she pulled him in for an interview, “Reagan, who are you wearing? It’s stunning.”
Reagan smiled as Ethan placed his arm around her.
“It’s Givenchy Couture and these beautiful emerald and diamond earrings are Harry Winston,” she said, plugging the designers.
Reagan was well rehearsed. Ethan had brought her to so many ceremonies she was actually getting good at the red carpet song and dance.
“Well, that certainly is your color. You’ve looked amazing all season, but you definitely saved the best look for last.”
She went on to ask Ethan all the appropriate questions about his film, and Ethan answered her as spontaneously as he could, given how often he had been asked the same questions.
Finally, they were ushered away so she could interview the next celebrity. It really wasn’t as glamorous as it all seemed on television. It was basically organized chaos, with the press wanting to get their soundbites and celebrities seeking their moment in the spot light.
Ethan was skilled at navigating the carpet and made it look easy. Everyone was excited to talk to him.
As they were finally making their way into the Dolby Theatre, Reagan leaned in close to Ethan to whisper in his ear.
“Too bad no one asked what you were wearing,” she cooed. “You could have told them you’re wearing my panties, courtesy of Victoria’s Secret.”
Ethan chuckled and gave her ass a playful smack.
“Shush, woman, or I may have to torture you later,” he teased.
Reagan grinned, raising her brows.
“Well, Sir, it’s my turn,” she purred, snuggling in under his arm.
Ethan kissed the top of her head, leading the love of his life to their seats.
“Oh, not to put you on the spot,” he said, “but if I win, I’ll be announcing the baby!”
Reagan’s jaw dropped, and then she threw her arms around her husband and kissed him as passionately as ever.
Baby Makes Three
The Saragossa brothers are handsome, sexy billionaires who are heirs to the throne of a small European province. Their country is strictly conservative and they’re forbidden from having sex until their government finds them suitable matches from one of Europe’s royal families.
The problem is that there are no eligible princesses, and there never will be. Added to this is the fact that both brothers have always fantasized about being with a normal, sexy, American girl they could trust. Privacy is vital to them and they’ve never been sure they could avoid scandal until they meet Baby Sinclair.
Baby is the girl they’ve always wanted, the American girl who will accept them for who they are and share the greatest pleasure on earth with them. They want to taste her. They want to enjoy her. They want to share her.
But most importantly of all, they want to keep her, Forever.
This is a short MFM ménage story between two sexy European brothers and one innocent American girl with a guaranteed happy ending!
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