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Jason widened his legs, making her feel even fuller. She took a deep breath. If she felt this full already she could only imagine how full it would feel with both of them inside her.
Van opened up the end table and grabbed out a tube of lubricant. She smiled. The first time he’d grabbed a tube from there it had seemed so funny to her. Who kept lube in their end table? Now that they’d been together a while they’d added one to virtually every room in the house, since heck, you never knew.
He slid in behind her and ran his hand up her back. She shivered beneath his touch. He snapped open the cap of the lubricant and a couple of seconds later she felt his slick finger pressing at the entrance to her ass. Instinctively she tensed. “Relax, it’ll be just like when I fucked you with the plug in, only better.”
Memories of those times they’d played with the plug filled her brain. It had been sensational. She took a deep breath and let it out, forcing all the tension from her body.
“That’s it, honey,” Van cooed. He placed the head of his cock at her ass. Poised, he waited. “Take a deep breath.”
Slowly he eased inside her. Her ass burned as it stretched to engulf his cock. He’d always felt big when he fucked her ass but tonight, he felt frickin’ ginormous. She wasn’t sure she could take him all. Panting in little breaths, she forced her muscles to relax to accept the invasion.
Fingers flicked against her clit. She had to look down to see who they belonged to. Van. She should have known he’d take care of her. He bit the skin at the top of her shoulder. “I’ve got you, babe, let go.” He pushed fully inside.
“Oh my God, yes,” she moaned.
“You are so fucking hot, baby,” Van growled against her neck.
His words, his fingers on her clit, Jason playing with her breasts—it was all too much. Her head dropped back. “Jesus,” she sighed.
Their games before hadn’t even come close to feeling this amazing. The fullness, the sheer sensual assault on her body was indescribable.
Jason gripped her hips and slowly withdrew, as he thrust back in Van withdrew. The men worked perfectly in tandem, fucking her in rhythm.
“So tight, she’s squeezing my cock,” Jason groaned. “Feels incredible.” The words sounded like they were torn from his throat.
Hands held her hips almost painfully as the men fucked her. Grunts and groans sounded in front and behind her. Sweaty muscles rubbed against her body. Turning her head, she kissed Van, their tongues tangled.
“I don’t think I can hold out much longer,” Jason grunted.
Van broke their kiss. “You better fucking wait for her,” he ordered.
Love filled her heart. Even now he was taking care of her. He was amazing.
She could feel the orgasm building steam. Holy shit. She took a deep breath, trying to gain control of her body.
Fingers continued to tease her clit, other hands played with her breasts. She didn’t know whose hands were whose and it didn’t matter. She was on fire and loving every second of it. Her toes curled up and she panted for breath as her muscles constricted, reaching for orgasm.
Van bit her shoulder at the same time one of them pinched her clit, and the other her nipple. A scream tore out of her throat as the most powerful orgasm of her life ripped through her. Sweet mother of God. The ripples continued to explode through her as she tried to catch her breath.
She was dimly aware of Jason’s orgasm followed by Van’s, but it took everything in her just to focus on breathing at this moment. She rested her head against Jason’s chest. Van curled tightly around her back. Then he eased from her.
“Hold her a sec,” Van murmured. A second later he was back with a warm cloth. He cleaned her up then eased her from Jason and laid her on the blanket on the floor. Using a second cloth, he finished cleaning her. He always took such good care of her.
When she’d met Van he’d had a reputation for being this love ‘em and leave ‘em kind of guy. But from their first time together he’d been amazing. He liked to be in control, but with that came this incredibly caring side of him that she’d immediately fallen in love with.
Jason collapsed beside her. She glanced over at him and he flashed his boyish grin.
“Wow,” he told her.
Now that was an understatement. Lisa laughed.
Van eased in beside her and she closed her eyes. She should probably be trying to process everything that had happened but she didn’t have the energy.
She was exhausted, sweat covering every inch of her body. She’d lost track of how many orgasms she’d had already tonight. She felt so completely well used. And it was the most delicious feeling.
After several minutes, Van said, “Maybe we should move this to the bedroom for round two.”
Lisa shifted against his body. Round two? She could barely move as it was. “We have all night, right?”
“Mmm-hmm.” He teased his hand down her side, leaving goosebumps behind.
“I was thinking maybe we could soak in that huge tub of yours,” she suggested. Even just thinking about it had moisture coating the inside of her thighs again. She loved that giant Jacuzzi tub. Van had a way of angling the jets to do the most incredible things. With the three of them, they could get into all sorts of fun in that tub and the hot water would help with the soreness she was sure was heading her way.
Jason’s stomach rumbled loudly beside her. Typical man. “I’m not eighteen anymore. I need food first, tub second.”
Van pulled her against him and tucked his arm under her head so she cuddled tighter against him. His loving touch reassured her that nothing had changed between them tonight. He was right, this wouldn’t ruin anything. Secure in that knowledge, she ran her hand down his stomach. “Maybe you need to eat something too. Fuel up because it’s going to be a long night.”
Rolling on his side, he nipped the skin under her ear. Her eyes rolled back in her head. Mmm, she loved that spot.
“Baby, I know exactly what I want to eat.” He pushed himself up on his arms so he hovered above her. Without breaking eye contact with her, he said, “Bring us back something to drink.”
Lisa looked over at Jason standing beside the makeshift bed. He shook his head. “Man, you are… I don’t even know.”
“Hungry,” Van said and bent to kiss Lisa.
Van had always been insatiable, but tonight, it was like something had been unleashed in him. There was a passion in his eyes when he looked at her that she hadn’t quite seen before. Whatever it was she didn’t want to lose it. She just prayed it wasn’t just for tonight. Either way the night had just begun.
Chapter Four
Several hours later, Van peered through the darkness of the bedroom. Lisa’s warm body lay curled up beside him. Jason’s soft snoring was muffled on her other side.
Tonight had been amazing. Better than he’d ever imagined and it was all because of the woman beside him. He curled his hand in a fist to stop himself from waking her, touching her, taking her again.
Instead he eased himself from the bed and padded quietly across the plush carpet to the bathroom. As he ran a face cloth under the hot water he looked at himself in the mirror. He looked relaxed and happy.
Over the past ten years he’d worked hard to build his career to the level he wanted and he’d put everything else on hold. It had been enough, until Lisa had entered his life.
Now he wanted more. He wanted everything.
He smiled at his reflection. And after tonight, he was going to have it.
When he stepped back into the bedroom, he saw Jason carefully extracting himself from the bed.
“You out?” Van asked, keeping his voice pitched low so as not to wake Lisa.
“Yeah. You two don’t need me here anymore.”
Donovan looked at the woman he loved lying in bed, dead to the world, she was so worn out, then back at his oldest friend. “Thanks, man.”
“I should be the one thanking you. It was fun.” Jason’s eyes flicked to Lisa. “She’s amazing.
You’re really lucky. Don’t fuck this up.”
Van looked over at Lisa again. This was where he belonged, with this woman. “I don’t plan to.”
When he looked back at Jason the other man was grinning at him with a stupid look on his face.
“What?”
“I expect to be invited to the wedding,” Jason said.
Was he that obvious? Yeah, probably. “You’ll be best man.”
Jason nodded. “Awesome. Can’t wait.” Jason stepped into his jeans then bent and placed a kiss against Lisa’s cheek. “Night, Lis,” he told her.
“Night,” she murmured. Her hand absently searched the mattress on Donovan’s side of the bed as if she were looking for him.
She slowly sat up and pushed her tangled hair out of her eyes. “What are you guys doing?”
“I’m heading out.”
Lisa looked at Donovan then back at Jason. “Oh, okay.” She chewed her bottom lip. “Umm, thanks, I guess.” She laughed nervously.
“Anytime. Sorry I woke you, go back to sleep.”
Donovan hadn’t realised he’d made any kind of sound until Jason laughed. “Or not.”
Lisa’s eyes flicked over to him and even in the barely lit room he could see the desire in her eyes. Jesus, he loved this woman.
“Let yourself out.” Donovan tossed the words over his shoulder as he continued to look at Lisa. She lay back down on the bed, her dark hair spread out sensually against the light pillow case.
“I’ll talk to you later,” Jason said as he left the room. A moment later Van heard the front door click shut.
“Come here,” Lisa said and crooked her finger towards him.
“Marry me,” he blurted out then winced. Yeah, real smooth. He was known for making billion dollar deals and keeping his cool, yet asking the woman he loved to marry him reduced him to a bumbling idiot.
“What?” Lisa sat up abruptly. Her hands shook as she covered her mouth.
He knelt beside the bed. “Marry me.”
Lisa’s eyes shimmered as tears welled up. “Yes, of course I’ll marry you,” she squealed and threw her arms around him.
She cupped his face and looked at him. “So is this what it’ll take to get your help on my fundraiser?” she teased.
He grinned. “Baby, I’m all in.”
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Excerpt
Sharing Adam by Madelynne Ellis
Becca had once seen lightning strike. The bolt had hit the pavement right in front of her feet and dispersed into the earth, its passage unremarked upon save in the fraying of her nerves and the knowledge that she’d just escaped a life—altering event.
She’d never hoped to survive it, let alone expected to face the same situation twice. But then she’d never expected to find her husband pinned in the shadows by a raven—haired vixen.
Their friends’ wedding had passed unremarkably, as most did after the vows were said and the drinks began to flow, until that moment when she left the ladies and glimpsed Elliot a few feet away, embracing somebody else. He wasn’t even being particularly circumspect about it, given that a deep alcove lay to his rear and yet he stood under the light adjacent to the cloakroom door.
Becca braced herself behind a marble column, terrified of being seen, though she wasn’t in the wrong. What had possessed him? She risked another glimpse.
As the breath squeezed from her lungs and culminated in a cough, Elliot made a half—hearted attempt to peel the pale hand off his arse.
“Not cool, dude,” he chastised, giving Becca her first hint that she wasn’t dealing with what she’d originally thought. “My wife—”
“Can’t give you what I can give you.” The deep rumbling purr confirmed it. Not a vixen, but a viper. One of the ushers—a man she recognised from the overly zealous exchange he’d shared with Elliot on the way into the reception. Maybe that ought to have set off alarm bells, but folks met up at weddings who hadn’t seen one another in years. Emotions tended to run a little high, and Elliot’s response, a firm pat on the back, hadn’t given her cause for concern.
The guy released his grip on Elliot’s iron—like buns, only to make a grab for the ridge of his cock beneath his trouser fly.
“Bet she doesn’t even know how you swing. Probably be horrified to know how much a little rear—door action turns you on.”
Damn, if that wasn’t a truth that hurt more than this little tableaux. Not the last part—she knew Elliot well enough to know he enjoyed a little exploration in that region—but the not knowing that his interests ran to other men. That was a little hard to swallow.
“Who said it does, any more?” Elliot said. The slight bristle to his words and the stiffening of his shoulders made no impression upon his pursuer.
“Your cock dancing about behind your fly desperate to get out says so.”
She didn’t need to see the ridge of Elliot’s erection to know that it was true. The guy’s large hand spanned the whole length of Elliot’s imprisoned cock, while the curve of his index finger and thumb provided an extra pinch of encouragement. A softness infused Elliot’s gaze, coupled with a slackness of his jaw that spoke of intense delight.
Private Investigation by Fleur T Reid
Miss Elizabeth James upset her cup and swore in a most unladylike fashion as hot tea splattered her hand and wrist and soaked into that morning’s copy of The Times, obliterating the advertisement for Professor Mainwaring’s Patented Nerve Tonic. It was her own fault of course—she had been trying to breakfast and gloat at the same time. She had graduated from the Metropolitan School for Shorthand in Chancery Lane, and what’s more she had graduated top of her class in typing, shorthand, filing and arithmetic. And she had been the only girl in the class to master the stencillographic oscillator—a complicated clockwork device that transcribed dictation, although sometimes the spelling was a little suspect.
She sucked her burnt fingers. She was so happy and distracted that she had already spooned marmalade into her tea and tried to sip her toast. As one of London’s new Typewriter Girls, she would be able to find work as a secretary or an author’s assistant. Even as a copying clerk for a government official. Although perhaps not that last. To become a typist in a government department, a girl had to be at least five feet in height without boots or shoes. Lilly might just squeak through under that requirement if the person doing the measuring was lax with her tape measure and counted her rather wild, frizzy hair. Still, she had a whole world of options open to her—all perfectly genteel. Given that these days girls were running off to be explorers and fly dirigibles and goodness knows what else, she felt practically prim and proper in her choice of career.
The five guinea fee had been a struggle. She had managed to scrape her rent together, but had subsisted during the course of her training mainly on the breakfast of toast and tea her landlady grudgingly provided each day. But now she was a professional woman, and could expect to earn anywhere between fifteen shillings and two or three pounds a week.
Mrs Langley did not approve of working women—but then Mrs Langley did not much approve of anything. A skinny, middle—aged woman with a pointed, rather red nose that she enjoyed poking into other people’s business, she had lost her husband after twenty years of childless marriage—which was probably something of a relief to the poor man, since it meant he could finally get some peace. Except, of course, he couldn’t—every Thursday evening at six o’ clock, Mrs Langley trotted off in her respectable coat and her sensible button boots with her capacious handbag tucked under her arm to visit the shade of her late, lamented husband at Doctor Moriarty Caine’s House of Spiritual Solace. When she got a message from the other side, she came back in good humour. When no message was forthcoming, she was even more officious and sour—faced than usual.
The Perfect Third by Morticia Knight
Alexa Wharton unsnapped the front of her deep purple, lacy, push—up bra and let it fall to the floor. With the last bit of clothing off her body, she inspected herself in the full—length antique mirror in her bedroom. Her round, heavy breasts hung beautifully, her large pink nipples peaked from the slight chill in the room. As she continued looking down her body, she smiled in satisfaction at how her Pilates and yoga classes had helped to shape her torso into a lean, but still feminine form. Slightly curved hips, a flat tummy and a perky ass with long legs made her any man’s dream.