Sunday Snog: Sharing Nicely with 2 hot Billionaires

I was pondering what kiss to share today and I decided on one from Sharing Nicely as the film of *that book* is out soon and sexy, dominant Billionaires are all the rage you know. The Brit Babes are releasing an anthology filled with them and I can’t wait to share a Sunday Snog with my Billionaire Dom, Leo. He’s hot!

Anyway,until then you can satisfy your lust for Dominant billionaires with Sharing Nicely. There’s not just one but two hot, incredibly rich guys.

Two hot, sexy billionaires know what they want and they want her, but will they be happy to share nicely?

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.

Kisses across the Channel in this snippet:

“Hello, miss.” I was greeted politely by Chester. He took my bag and opened the car door. I didn’t know what type it was, just black, sleek with a leather interior. I knew it wasn’t a limousine or a but that was about as definite as I could get. Cars didn’t do anything for me and like many people in the capital I didn’t own one—the Tube was a much quicker mode of transportation.

“Hey.” I slid into the car and greeted Greg.

Greg didn’t reply, he just leaned in and kissed me. Hard, raw and passionate, his lips on mine aroused a deep lust that whirled around my insides, making me dizzy and quickening my pulse. The driver’s side door opening and shutting pulled me back to reality. I leant back and my lips left Greg’s with an audible pop.

“You missed me then.” I laughed to cover my embarrassment at being caught in the middle of a tryst by the driver. Greg seemed unmoved.

“I might have, just a little.” He smiled. “It seems you got under my skin.”

I blushed with the sincerity of his words.

“So, where are you taking me?” I asked.

“Hotel Plaza Athenee.”

“Erm, where?” The place sounded very posh. It wasn’t a hotel I was familiar with and I knew a lot of the ones in London because we often recommended accommodation for our guests.

“Paris.” He didn’t flicker an eyelid.

“Paris, France?” My eyebrows shot up into my hairline.

“Yes, is there another?”

“I have to be back in work tomorrow,” I blurted. “I can’t leave Taylor more than one night on his own!”

“It’s fine, we’ll be back by lunch tomorrow.”

Apparently Greg was used to popping across the Channel willy-nilly. I took a deep breath and attempted to relax. I had no reason to disbelieve him, I was sure we’d be back in time. I texted my second-in-command just in case—I wasn’t going to let my business suffer because some billionaire was whisking me away to the city of lovers on a whim.

The airport went past in a blur. There was little waiting, next to no paperwork then suddenly I was on a tiny little plane in a huge, white leather chair sipping champagne and nibbling on gourmet treats with caviar and fine smoked salmon.

“So, you have your own plane, I should have guessed.”

“Of course,” he nodded. “In my business you need to get about.”

“How long will it take to get to Paris?”

“Not long.” He caressed the stem of his glass. I wanted him to caress me. Just being close to him made my skin tingle. Just looking at him had me wet and wanting. “I think it’s maybe an hour or so.”

I nodded and stretched out in my seat. “This is definitely a great way to travel.”

“Mm, I know an even better way to pass the time, though.”

“Oh yes? You got Monopoly on board?” I winked cheekily.

He laughed, the chuckle blooming from deep in his stomach, the sound rich and earthy when the mirth eventually exited his lips.

“I may have, but my idea is better than that.” He leaned over the arm that separated us and I moved closer to him.

“Really? That good?”

“Oh, yeah.” He kissed me, wrapped his arms around my shoulders and pulled me in close. My breasts squished against his warm chest and my stomach crushed up close against the seat arm.

“What about the steward?” I asked. The lovely gentleman had popped the champagne and served the snacks. I was worried he’d walk back through at any moment.

“He’ll stay in the back until I call him and I’m not going to call him any time soon.”

“Well, okay.” I continued to kiss him with the sound of engines in the background and a slight unease in my stomach from being in close proximity to Greg as much as being in flight. I knew I was off the ground, I felt floatier somehow, but Greg’s kiss grounded me. I wanted to get even closer but then he pulled back with a pop.

“Trust me,” he said, and slipped down off his chair onto the floor. I did wonder for a brief moment if he’d gone completely off his rocker but then I felt his knees tapping at my shoe ends so I widened my thighs. His fingers wandered up the inside of my naked legs and under the hem of the short skirt I wore. A tad impractical for a cold autumn day, but I’d not noticed a lack of heat, and now the temperature was soaring.

When Greg’s questing led him to the edge of my knickers he simply hooked the material to one side. He insinuated his whole body between my spread thighs, his head ducked under the fabric of my skirt. I could just see his movement under the material if I looked closely at my lap. I scooted my butt closer to the edge of the chair and spread my thighs wider. Greg plunged his tongue between my folds and eagerly lapped up the juices pooling there. The arousal was intense—his lapping was frenzied but expert as he hit my clit over and over, causing whimpers to escape from my throat unbidden. I came hard and fast, still surprised by his actions. He didn’t give me time to recover, though. He crawled out from under the table and sat on the thick cream carpet. He beckoned me over with a finger.

I slipped down onto the carpet and crawled over. I wondered if he could see mischief shining in my eyes.

“On the floor?” I whispered, crawling nearer him. “Really?”

“Yes, the good thing about being a billionaire is you can do what you want wherever you want, and I want you here now.”

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