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Kerry Matthews is used to stress—she runs her own high-end London club called Diamonds, but what she isn’t used to is attention from two very persuasive and powerful men.
Darren Bennett and Greg Stamford are life-long rivals, but call a truce to spend one night with sassy, curvy Kerry. They’re not content to share forever though. They both have a selfish desire to possess her completely.
Darren buys her seductive lingerie, flowers and chocolates, Greg flies her to Paris for a romantic break, cleans her flat and makes her breakfast in bed. Both vying to cement their place in her heart. She needs to decide between them but is dazzled by their persuasive personas and extravagant gifts.
Reader Advisory: This book contains a scene of MFM Ménage and some violence.
Okay, are you ready? It’s about to get really hot in here!
I lost track of who was where and I just grabbed blindly at items of clothing when they came near. I could hardly coordinate myself. Kisses all over me dampened my senses and set my knees wobbling.
“Bedroom.” Darren spoke one word and I found myself led off, Darren to the left of me wearing his trousers but with his shirt unbuttoned. He was surprisingly buff beneath his suit, his shoulders broad, his stomach tight. Greg was to the right, and only the top few buttons of his pale blue shirt were unbuttoned, but I saw a promising triangle of sun-bronzed skin covered with a spattering of dark hairs.
I was sandwiched by two of the hottest and most eligible bachelors in the whole entire world. That took a little digesting, but the real miracle was that they were sharing me and nicely at that.
The bedroom was huge and the bed in it palatial. I swear I crawled half a mile to reach the middle of it—it felt like that anyway. I was very aware of my breasts and butt wiggling as the guys stood either side of the huge, springy divan divesting themselves of what clothing still clung to them.
The hair on Greg’s chest extended down in a tornado-shaped trail to his belly button and lower. I loved the mess of dark curls nestled above his cock. I didn’t look for too long because I had two men to visually masticate so only took a whistle-stop tour of their bodies.
Darren’s body was hairless, his skin summer-cloud white, which wasn’t a surprise because his sun-coloured hair suggested he would be pale and interesting and he was indeed. Both cocks were hard, similar in proportions with Darren’s being a tad thicker and Greg’s a little longer with a subtle crick that pointed it slightly to the left. I had knots in my stomach. I doubted they’d ever untangle. I felt heavy with need and anticipation. What would they do to me? It was a question that could only be answered practically.
Not a word was spoken. Both guys joined me on the bed. Darren scrambled over eagerly and Greg sat then rolled in a far more sedate fashion until he was up against me, his dick pressed into my thigh and his hand on my breast. Darren copied the pose on the other side and I rocked and rolled my hips in the middle while the different hands moulded and tickled my chest. Greg’s hands were bigger, rougher than Darren’s. Both delighted me.
Greg slipped his fingers down over my ribs and trailed over my stomach. I held my breath as he took in the curve, loving his touch but worried about his reaction to the area of my body that caused most consternation.
He moaned. The warm air of his breath tickled my ear and I felt the lust rolling around his chest. Skimming through my pubic hair, he purposefully sought out my clit, nestled between my lips and eager for touch. I gasped and dug my head back into the pillows each time he gently rubbed against the little protuberance of flesh. It amazed me how much pleasure was stored there and how it whizzed around my whole body in such a short amount of time.
Darren trailed his touch downwards, settled his hand between my thighs and dipped his fingers inside me, stretching and filling me with ease. I was so wet and so ecstatic as the men did what they could to manually pleasure me. I curled and stretched to the strains of desire and turned to face Greg. Darren’s wet fingers trailed over my hip and cupped my buttock while I writhed against his rival. Greg’s fingers still manipulated my clit and I teetered on the brink of ecstasy. He curved to face me, meeting me lip to lip, his kiss undulating at the same speed as his digits, rolling ecstasy through me, connecting a line direct from my lips to my clit.
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