by Calista Fox
Bayli stared at the pale blue box with TIFFANY & CO. stamped on the lid and a white satin ribbon tied in a pretty bow.
“Why do I already know this is going to be way over the top?” she asked in a breathless voice.
Christian said, “Just a little something to keep the smile on your face.”
“You both do that amazingly well without jewelry.”
“Open it,” Rory told her.
Christian took her champagne flute so that she could accept the box from Rory. She pulled the ends of the bow and the satin unraveled. Bayli lifted the lid, peeled back the neatly folded white tissue, and gasped.
Nestled in velvety folds was a diamond tennis bracelet. And they were no small diamonds.
The gift completely took her breath away.
Rory freed the bracelet from its tiny clasps and secured it around her wrist. He said, “We know it can’t replace the one your mother gave you, and we’re both sorry about that. But you’ll always have her in spirit, honey. And a constant reminder that Christian and I love you.”
She threw her arms around him and held on tight. Then she hugged Christian again.
“I love you, too.”
Bayli had two incredible men, fantastic friends, and a blossoming career. She’d paid off all the medical and credit card bills and was finally officially starting her life.
She led Christian and Rory into the apartment just as Pierre served the appetizer plates.
Phillip and Colin both shoved back their chairs, jumped to their feet, and let out girlish cries.
Phillip pointed at the prawns and wailed, “They still have the heads on them!”
Bayli laughed, boldly, loudly, wickedly.
And her friends joined in.
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Butterflies took flight in Scarlet’s stomach and she felt a little giddy, which she could maybe blame on the wine but knew better what the real reason was. She was antsy over the rest of the evening. Anxious to see Michael and Sam naked and hard.
Wanting her.
Heat burst on her cheeks. This was quickly becoming the longest dinner ever.
Both men kept the conversation light and she was grateful for that. She wouldn’t have been able to concentrate on anything too mentally taxing.
They had crème brulee and coffee in a separate room, in front of a tall fireplace. The drapes on the windows and patio doors were pulled back to showcase the grounds and the falling snow. It was all very lovely and even cozy, despite the enormity of every room.
When dessert was over, Michael said, “We’ll take a car to the guest house. It sits on the back portion of the estate.”
Anticipation could be a real bitch. It clawed at her. Hitched her enthusiasm.
Michael and Sam escorted her to the foyer, where they were handed their coats by the butler. Sam helped her into hers. They left the main house and Michael drove them down a winding pavered path carved into the trees that lined each side of the estate as well as the acreage beyond the mansion. The three-bedroom guesthouse had a gorgeous wood-accented entryway and sweeping staircase, numerous windows, and a heated swimming pool and spa.
Sam built a fire in the living room hearth as Scarlet admired the views through the glass panes along one wall.
Michael stole behind her and whisked her hair over her shoulder. He kissed her temple, then asked, “Do you want wine or water? Anything?”
She gazed at his reflection and smiled. “I want to know that the two of you are still going through with this.”
“We’re here, aren’t we?”
She faced Michael. His mouth sealed to hers. His hands clasped her hips just as her fingers fisted the front of his shirt. The searing lip-lock went on and on. Until Scarlet was breathless.
She pulled away … but still wanted more.
Her gaze landed on Sam, standing alongside the fireplace, watching them. The vibrant glow in his eyes spurred her on. She crossed to him, slid her palms up his chest to his shoulders. Then downward where she clutched his bulging biceps. He kissed her slowly, teasingly, their lips and tongues twisting and tangling. He palmed her ass and squeezed before pressing her firmly against him. She felt his erection and it thrilled her even more to know how quickly he responded to her. To the sight of Michael kissing her and the wicked promise of what was to come.
Behind her, she smelled Michael’s distinct scent and her excitement ratcheted as he moved in close and his lips skimmed along her neck. He nipped the skin as Sam continued his sensuous kisses. Already she was careening toward sensory overload. And they’d just started.…
Between kisses, Sam murmured, “Let’s take this to the bedroom.”
Desire flared deep within her. She was really and truly going to get her wish. Her fantasy.
Michael stepped away. Sam scooped her into his strong arms and carried her upstairs with Michael hot on their heels.
Scarlet’s fingers raked through Sam’s lush hair and she nibbled on his earlobe. Then whispered, “Nothing’s off-limits as far as I’m concerned.”
“Careful about granting carte blanche, darlin’. Michael and I will take advantage of it.”
“I know what I’m doing. What I want.”
She’d spent the past two days preparing herself with her toys. She’d boldly asked her friends about double penetration, and both Jewel and Bayli swore by it. Just hearing them describe how amazing it was to have both of their men inside them at the same time had gotten Scarlet’s juices flowing.
They entered a room and Sam set her on her feet. Then he flipped the switch for the gas fireplace and sank into a chair next to it. Michael propped his shoulder against the doorframe and folded his arms over his chest.
Scarlet eyed one man, then the other. What were they up to?
The suspense drew out as they both stared at her. Taking her in from head to toe and back up. She wore a tight black tank dress with a caramel-colored leather jacket over it. Black thigh-high stockings and four-inch heels. Michael appeared transfixed by her legs. Sam’s gaze remained on her breasts.
Eventually Michael spoke.
“Strip for us,” he quietly commanded.
Scarlet’s entire body went up in flames.
It was one thing to have Michael or Sam peel away her clothing. It was something altogether different to do it herself while they both watched. While they both knew the other was getting hotter and hotter with every layer removed.
Christ, she was getting hotter and hotter just thinking of it.
She gripped the lapels of her jacket and slid the leather slowly down her arms. Let the garment drop to the floor. Then she strolled to the end of the bed and kicked off one shoe. She planted her foot on the bench at the end of the mattress and rolled the top of her stocking along her thigh. She bent at the waist to continue rolling the nylon down her calf, knowing the short hem of her skirt had hitched up far enough to give her captive audience a glimpse of her g-string panties and bare ass cheeks.
Holding the position a few seconds longer sexually charged the air. Then she kicked off the other shoe and repeated the process. Lingering once more. Until Sam shifted in his seat, his crotch apparently too tight for comfort. Served him right.
She kept her gloating smile in check. Instead, she turned to face them and eased a thin strap over her shoulder, letting it fall to the crook of her arm. The other strap followed. She worked the material over her breasts, down her stomach, over her hips. It pooled on the hardwood floor and she flicked it away with her foot.
She stood before the men wearing nothing but her strapless bra in black satin, matching g-string, and a diamond tennis bracelet.
“The bra first,” Sam instructed.
Scarlet reached behind her and unhooked the clasp. Tossed the lingerie aside.
“Now the panties,” Sam said. “Slowly. And bring them to me.”
Her pussy clenched. She should have known they’d turn this into a wicked game that stimulated h
er as much as it did them.
Crooking her thumbs in the strands at her sides, she dragged the satin downward. When she reached her knees, she bent at the waist again. Stepped out of the g-string. Took her time straightening, her gaze landing first on Michael, then sliding to Sam.
She walked over to him, crisscrossing one leg in front of the other with her gradual progression. Sam’s eyes were glued to her. When she reached him, she dropped the panties in his lap.
“Per your request.” She smiled slyly.
He rubbed the scant material between his finger and thumb and his irises darkened with lust. “You’re wet.” He lifted the lingerie to his nose and inhaled deeply. “Fuck, you smell good.”
“She tastes even better,” Michael informed him in his deep, intimate voice.
“I’m about to find out.” Sam gazed up at her and said, “Put your foot on the top of my thigh.”
She did, balancing on one leg.
“Stick your finger in your pussy,” Sam told her.
Scarlet slid her hand along her hip and to her apex. Her fingertip glided over her clit and then dipped into the tight canal.
Sam said, “Now brush that finger over your lips.”
Her pulse jumped. She wasn’t even sure anymore who was more aroused—them or her.
She followed Sam’s lead.
“Kiss me,” he demanded in a low, smoldering tone.
Scarlet’s foot slipped from his thigh and she pressed her knee to the cushion at his hip so that she could lean over him. Her mouth swept against his. Sam’s tongue darted out and swiped at her lips.
“Nice,” he murmured lustily.
She engaged him in soft, playful kisses.
But it was a huge mistake to think she was in control.
Copyright © 2017 by Calista Fox. All rights reserved.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
CALISTA FOX is a former PR professional, now writing fast-paced, steamy books to set your pulse racing! She has won many reviewers’ and readers’ choice awards, as well as best book awards. Calista has crossed the country many times over by corporate jet and travels internationally, always with her laptop in tow to capture intriguing story elements and exotic locales. She is a past president/adviser of the Phoenix chapter of Romance Writers of America national organization. You can sign up for email updates here.
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CONTENTS
Title Page
Copyright Notice
Dedication
Acknowledgments
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Epilogue
Excerpt: The Billionaires: The Stepbrothers
Also by Calista Fox
About the Author
Copyright
This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
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First Edition: September 2017