In the dream, I wasn’t afraid to be forward with what I wanted; I hooked my fingers behind his belt and pulled him closer. I had his zipper down in the blink of an eye, and then his cock was threading through the hole. Not wasting any time to admire it, I wrapped my lips around the tip and took as much of him into my mouth as I could.The noise Roman made deep in my throat was music to my ears.“Fuck me, that’s hot,” Andre groaned behind me. He was pumping faster, holding my hips with both hands for leverage.“You feel quite good,” Roman rumbled down at me. “I’ve been waiting for this since the moment you arrived on the Majestic.”His pleasure turned me on even more, and I moaned around his thick length as I sucked him off. Every one of Andre’s thrusts pushed me forward, and I allowed that rhythm to guide me forward onto Roman’s cock, then back onto Andre’s. I bounced between them, my own ecstasy building to unbelievable levels. My orgasm was right there, just over the next hill, draw
It was a prodding kind of joke. I winced as soon as the words were out of my mouth, because I didn’t know how he would react. It sounded harsher than I intended, especially if Joemar was self-conscious about his potential sperm count.But he only laughed and said, “Manny is gay. He’s also married, so that’s two strikes against your chances with him. He’s good at his job though; he also looks for venomous snakes when he’s out here. Occasionally, eyelash vipers make it over from the mainland. Very deadly.“Snakes don’t bother me, thankfully.” I glanced along the ground as we ran. “I’ve noticed the holes in the ground, but I haven’t seen any snakes.”“Oh, those holes aren’t for snakes,” Joemar replied. He pointed at one in passing. “They’re tarantula holes.”I let out a yelp. “There are tarantulas here?!?”“Oh yeah. All over the place. There’s another hole. Two more there, next to that purple flower.”“I think I want to go back to the beach now.”The jungle seemed to muffle Joemar’s laug
Andre Rivero POVI was a worrier. It was in my nature as a valet. I made sure everything lined up properly throughout Joemar’s day, and I anticipated all the small things that might derail it. Worrying helped me predict those distractions.But right now, my worries were personal. And they involved Melissa Villar.I’d liked her since the moment I met her in Palawan, watching her pull up in her car and stare at Joemar’s helicopter like it was an alien. Hell, I had liked her ever since Roman showed us her file from the surrogate agency. Getting to know her, first on the Majestic and then on the island, had only increased these feelings. Helping her. Watching her. Laughing with her. If she were a guy, I would have become best friends with her.Since she was a woman, it was impossible for deeper feelings not to begin to sprout. Especially considering what the contract stated—or, more important, what it didn’t state.There was a new kind of energy between us that evening on the terrace, whe
Melissa Villar POVAs soon as Joemar was gone, it felt like there was a hole in my stomach. I had grown fond of him, especially in the past week where our relationship had really accelerated in the bedroom. It was now overwhelmingly clear that despite my best efforts, I was catching feelings for him. I spent much of that day wondering if he felt the same, or if I truly was just a surrogate to him.But it was easier since I wasn’t alone. Andre was here with me. We had one thing in common: without Joemar here, we weren’t quite sure what to do with ourselves. Our presence on this island was due solely to Joemar Soriano’s whim, and with him gone, we felt rudderless.At least we could be rudderless together.Now that a few days had passed since the sex dream, I was totally comfortable around Andre. I could be myself. I invited him on a jog—bullied him into it, really. He met me down by the dock wearing Hokas, running shorts, and a Dri-fit tank top.“Ready?” I asked him.“Probably not. But
My period was fading three days later when the helicopter left the mansion. I was sitting on the terrace with my laptop when it returned two hours later. Roman hopped out and strode toward the residence, wheeling his luggage behind him.“Welcome back,” I said as he walked by the terrace.“It is quite good to be back,” he said, stopping and sighing loudly. “As much as my countrymen and I romanticize the great world city of London, it never lives up to expectations. The requirement to visit my father and sisters whenever I am there certainly does not improve the situation. I was happy to leave.”“Aw, that’s too bad. It’s on my list of cities to visit.”He blinked at me. “You have never been to London?”“Or England at all,” I admitted. “Well, aside from a layover in Heathrow on the way to Paris. Does that count?”“It most certainly does not,” Roman said with a healthy scowl. “I must apologize to you. I would have extended an invitation if I had known you had never been. I assumed you wou
“Oh, and the villain was a complete idiot!” he said heatedly. “The villain finds Claire, who she thinks is the main character Feyre, and tortures and kills her. Makes sense. But then when the real Feyre arrives, the villain suddenly decides to give her a chance! It was like in those old James Bond movies where the villain has already won, but decides to give a long monologue that allows Bond to escape. It made no sense. Why did she give her a bunch of trials? Why didn’t she just kill her the way she did to Claire? It was like she wanted Feyre to succeed. There were several times where I was yelling at my Kindle. I’m surprised you didn’t hear me.”“Ah. I didn’t think she was that dumb…”“Feyre is also a really bland heroine. She’s constantly getting rescued at the last minute in the worst possible deus-ex-machina way. I understand that this is the Young Adult genre, but I didn’t connect with her at all. Also, speaking of the genre, it was a lot more graphic than I expected. Which is gr
I breathed a sigh of relief. They seemed to be telling the truth. At least that embarrassing tidbit hadn’t been shared.Still though, this was insane. I had signed a contract with a billionaire, and he intended for his valet or personal assistant to step in and knock me up if he wasn’t able to. And they had talked about it before this. So many parts of me wanted to laugh in their faces, then storm home to Rhode Island.Yet talking about it like this took away most of the stigma. I knew Andre and Roman, and I liked them. That made it feel different than if Joemar blindfolded me and let his staff have their way with me.Although thinking about it like that did send an excited, sexy shiver up my spine.“You have every right to be upset,” Andre began.“I’m not upset,” I said.“You’re not?”To my own surprise, it was the truth. I wasn’t upset. If I was being totally honest with myself, I was intrigued by Joemar’s mention of the loophole being intentional. In his absence, I had grown closer
Roman was gripping his cock through his dress pants, stroking steadily. “I am quite enjoying it,” he purred in that posh, proper accent. “Although I would be happy to join at any time.”“Not yet,” I said, giving my ass a little shake as Andre knelt behind me. “First you have to watch—ohhh.”I trailed off as Andre filled me from behind, both hands squeezing my ass. For a little while, I closed my eyes and savored the new, more intense angle.But the dream was still fresh in my mind.“Tell him to give it to me harder,” I said to Roman.“Give it to her harder,” he said, exactly like in the dream. “She likes it hard, it appears.”“Oh, I do.”Our skin slapped together noisily as Andre buried himself into me from behind. There was a tension in his grip, and the raspy way he breathed. I wasn’t sure how much longer he could last, and there was a lot more of the dream to reenact.“We must not forget Joemar’s single requirement,” Roman said, retrieving his phone from the table. He hesitated, th
Apollo stands up and pulls me into a hug, speaking softly into my ear. “Ellen, I love you. I know that if I don’t try to make amends and ask you to spend your life with me, I’ll forever regret that. So I’m asking you - and if the answer is no, I deserve that for how much I’ve hurt you. But will you marry me?”I pull back to look him in the eyes, worried he’s joking or messing with me or that this is some kind of prank. But he looks serious and genuine and maybe a little bit afraid.Standing in my apartment surrounded by flowers, I realize that the man that I love just asked me to marry him.I glance down at the ring.He continues speaking. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to grow old with you. I want to be with you until my last heartbeat, my last breath. You make me happy.”Emotions crash over me, disbelief, excitement, joy, fear, and overwhelmingly, love. I love this man, and I want to spend forever with him. Not because of the firm, or because of the flowers. B
I press the call button and let them know he’s awake and feeling some pain. They assure us they’ll be right in and I thank them.Dad, however, has already gone back to trying to figure things out. “An outside lawyer, huh? What are you up to?” he muses under his breath, correctly assuming I’m not about to tell him my secrets.There’s no way he’ll guess what I have planned. It’s so elegant, simple, and perfect. I know how I’m going to win Ellen back - if she’ll have me. I know there’s a possibility that I screwed things up beyond repair, but I’m going to hope for the best. And heck, this plan might just win her back even if she hates me now.I decide to toss my dad a bone. “I’m going to fire her.”He lifts his head, looking at me like I've lost my mind. And maybe I have. “I don't think making her hate you is the way to win her heart.”I can only hope that my gamble pays off exactly how I hope it will, and I lift a shoulder at my father. “I guess we'll see what happens, huh?”XXXEllen d
What do I have to lose by telling him the truth? Then again, I kind of just want to have fun and forget about everything. I lean in close to the guy. “Actually, I'm totally on the run from the cops right now.” I press my finger to my lips and he laughs.“Cute and funny, you’re dangerous. I’m Jack Xander.” He offers his hand and I shake.“Ellen.”“Cute name. What do you do for a living, Ellen?”“Why, you looking for a sugar momma?” I ask.He laughs again. “No, it just seems like a good icebreaker.”“I am... a librarian.” If the guy doesn't get the reference, he's not the guy for me.“I love that,” he says. “Have you come here before?”I shake my head no.“Do you want to dance?”A glance at him and hesitate. I don't want to dance. But I don't really want to talk either. “I think I've had a couple too many for that,” I say instead.“And you’re honest. Triple threat lady.” He gestures at me with his cup as if saying cheers and I try not to be bored. There’s nothing about this guy that mak
Ellen de Luna POVI can barely draw a breath.How could he just end things and worse, end them through an impersonal text?It's been several days since he dumped me, and I'm still trying to pick up the pieces of my emotions and broken heart.He hasn't come back to work yet, but I assume that he has been talking to other people about his plans. But I'm not the one that's in the loop anymore, and that kills me. I wonder if he's okay. I wonder why he chose now, of all times, to break up with me.Did Steven get to him? Or did he tell his dad about us, only for his dad to tell him he’s making a huge mistake? The last option is the most probable.I should have prepared better for this. Instead, I feel absolutely blindsided. The timing just doesn't make sense - his dad must be the reason. But I can’t imagine why Raul Soriano wouldn’t want us together. Would the man really make work a priority over his son’s happiness? And if Raul knows, why wasn’t I fired?There are so many questions that ke
No matter how I look at the situation, every outcome seems like some kind of disaster.Katie clearly doesn't see things the same way. “So what? You're both adults. You're both single. Other people need to mind their own business.”That's not the way any of this works. “It's not that simple, Katie. It's never that simple. There are consequences to everything, and I don't want to risk losing him or my job or my self-respect.”“I know,” she says, a false smile on her lips as she watches people go about their strolls in the sunshine. “It’s not fair, is it?”Nope.“You shouldn’t let fear hold you back. When you get one chance at life, don't do things that you'll regret.” I know she's right, but the thing she doesn't seem to see is that I'm not sure which decision will lead to the least regret. I’m going to have regrets no matter what I do.“Are you settling in well to your new office?” I ask, needing to change the subject away from myself in Apollo.Her animated expression tells me everyth
I didn't want to risk it. I didn't want to jeopardize our careers, our reputations, even our futures. But I didn't want to hurt her or let her ache without offering some warmth and safety when she needs it most. My father's words ring in my ears. Life is too short to waste on regrets. I should follow my heart and be happy. I should find love and hold on tight.He is right; life is too short. And what I feel for Ellen is deeper than anything I’ve felt for a woman before. Deeper than what I felt for my ex, even, who’d I’d forgotten about until this moment. Ellen had touched a place deep within me that I thought would be sealed off from people for good after the betrayal I’d suffered.And I make a decision. I stand here, patting her shoulder awkwardly, trying to act casual. Then I wrap my arms around her. I hug her tight, feeling her warmth and her heartbeat while whispering in her ear that I’m sorry for what happened and that I'm glad she's okay. I tell her that she's strong and that St
Ellen de Luna POVI'm sitting at my desk working on a case, when I hear a knock on the door. I assume it’s Apollo, though a second later I wonder why he’d knock.It’s not Apollo. When I look up, I see a delivery man holding a large bouquet of beautiful flowers; white Chrysanthemums with pops of color from pink and purple daisies.The delivery man flashes a handsome grin and asks me if I'm Ellen. I nod, and he walks over to place the flowers on my desk. “These are for you,” he says before leaving the room as quickly as he came.I'm surprised - and curious. Who would have sent me the flowers? I mean, Steven thinks red roses are literally the only kind of flower in existence, so he’s out.As I study the flowers, I'm impressed. They're beautiful, colorful, and smell delightful. I also have to give kudos to the flower company - the flowers are fresh, elegant, and cheerful.Suddenly, I know how to tell who sent these to me. I search for a card and find one. The small, white card simply read
“I meant what I said.” Apollo sounds confident as he doubles down. “No one's going to believe a word that comes out of his mouth after what happened in our office. Besides, how is he going to come tell anyone at our office if he's not welcome in the building? Security is going to see him at the door and escort him off the premises, and if he continues trying, he'll get slapped with trespassing charges.”The thought of Steven running to tattle on us at our jobs and getting charged with trespassing brings a smile to my lips.“Are we being stupid?” I ask, wondering what he’ll say to my concerns.“I don’t think so. Do you? If we let Steven dictate what we can and can’t do, that seems more stupid.” He lets out a soft chuckle and I couldn't agree more.“You’re right,” I say, letting the breath out of my lungs slowly. With it goes some of the stress and tension I’ve been struggling with. He’s so reassuring, and I’m grateful for this conversation.“Look, I like you. A lot. I don’t want Steven
Two hours later, I watch her walk into the park where I’d asked her to meet me. Her gaze meets mine and a smile brightens her face as she walks my direction. She reaches my side. I take her hand and lead her toward the little ice cream cart that I'd spied earlier. I know this particular vendor often hangs out near the park. “Ice cream?” I ask.“I love pistachio,” she says, and I signal for two cones as the vendor serves us up. The weather is warm and the sun peeks from behind intermittent clouds as we take our cones and go for a walk amongst the beautiful trees and plants.“You like pistachio, too?” she asks.“I’ve never had it and wanted to try,” I say honestly. The thought of a nut-flavored ice cream always steered me away but as I try the light green treat, I’m pleasantly surprised.“And what do you think?” she asks, angling her body toward me as we walk.“I think I have a new favorite ice cream flavor,” I respond.She laughs. “Okay, now honestly.”“Honestly,” I say, smiling at he