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
Joemar Soriano POV The video:They were in the parlor, and Andre was fucking Melissa from behind. She was on her hands and knees, gazing over the edge of the couch toward the person recording—Roman, I presumed.Goddamn. I was instantly hard.“Hurry,” Melissa begged the camera. “I need you. Come here.”Even though she was talking to Roman, it was easy to imagine she was beckoning me. Roman got up and approached the couch, and then Melissa was giving him a blowjob. The camera alternated from facing down at her lips wrapped around his cock, and aiming higher to show her heart-shaped ass bouncing against Andre’s navel. She moaned loudly, a sound that was music to my ears.I was wearing thin shorts, so it was easy to pull them down far enough to expose myself. With the tent zipped up, I had enough privacy to stroke my throbbing cock. I didn’t go slow—I was immediately jacking myself off rapidly, imagining that I was there in the video as a participant especially with their sultry moans in
Melissa Villar POVI woke up with two warm bodies on either side of me.It was a disorienting experience. I had never woken up next to two men before. I was on my side facing Roman, based on the blond hair that was tickling my nose. That and the faint cologne that I recognized as his. That meant it was Andre spooning me on the other side, one arm lazily resting over my hip.Although my arm was sore from resting in this position, I didn’t want to move. It was so peaceful, so erotic. I felt safe and comfortable and loved.I was loved quite a bit last night.I smiled to myself as I thought about what we had done. And about what they told me they had done with one of Joemar’s ex-girlfriends. I never would have guessed the three of them had such a scandalous history together. Normally, men were weird about being naked around each other.But there was nothing uncomfortable about the way Roman and Andre shared me last night.Roman woke up first, sighing heavily and then rolling out of bed. A
Roman gave me an exasperated look. I responded with an apologetic grimace.“The first thing on the schedule is the Paris fashion show,” Joemar said.“Oh! That sounds fun!” I said.“It’s quite the event. I want to leave tomorrow.”Roman frowned. “The show is not until next week. We are not scheduled to depart until Tuesday.”“That’s true,” Joemar replied. “But since I’ve returned early, we have time to explore more of the French countryside. Maybe the southern coast. Our options don’t need to be limited to France, either…”Suddenly, Roman bellowed with laughter. “You sneaky devil!”“What?” I asked. “I don’t understand.”Andre was grinning at Joemar. “You didn’t.”“Our delightful employer is referring to the Monaco Grand Prix on Sunday,” Roman said.Joemar feigned confusion. “Oh? Is that this weekend?” Then he reached under the table and tossed a large envelope package toward Roman. “Can you open that for me? I’m still too weak after my race.”Inside the package were laminated tickets a
I sighed as his tip pressed forward, pushing against my panties. The thin fabric was the only thing keeping him from filling me, so I reached underneath my dress and pulled them aside, making sure to drag my fingernails along the underside of his cock. “What are you waiting for?” I demanded.Grinning, Joemar drove into me. I let out a small yelp of pleasure, but two cars zoomed by on the street below and drowned out my sound. Andre was watching though, smiling at the sight.“Don’t mind me,” he said, reaching forward to squeeze one of my breasts through the dress. “Just enjoying the view.”Joemar leaned forward until he was looking over my shoulder at the race. “It’s taking all of my willpower not to ravage you right now,” he said, moving slowly.His breath in my ear drove me wild, and I had to close my eyes. This angle was intense. “We could go into the bedroom.”“Where’s the fun in that?”Joemar fucked me slowly while we watched the race. I gripped the concrete balcony railing with b
“I, for one, believe our bonuses should be adjusted,” Roman announced. He was lounging back on the cushions, smiling lazily. “Accordingly, I deserve Andre’s full apportionment.”“You deserve to fuck off,” Andre replied.The four of us laughed. I bent down and kissed Melissa softly.“I can’t believe I’m getting paid for this,” she said, rolling over and stretching out.Her dress was still hiked up, and I gave her bare ass a smack. “Worth every penny.”XXXMelissa Villar POVJoemar and I woke up the next day and went for a light jog through Paris. Nobody recognized him in the early hours of the morning, especially since Linda and the other bodyguard were keeping their distance ahead and behind us on our route.The Majestic arrived in Europe a day later. We flew down to Barcelona to board it, and were greeted with warm smiles and hugs from many of the crew. They were happy to see us—and Joemar especially. After what I had seen from the billionaire, I knew their warmth was genuine.We spe
Melissa Villar POVLike the previous month, the next month was a whirlwind of travel and activities. We eventually docked in Rome and remained there for two weeks while Joemar and Roman took care of some business; apparently their holding company was looking into purchasing some shoe factories near Milan. While they did that, Andre accompanied me to have alterations done on my dress.“I can’t wait to see you in it,” he said. “You’re going to be beautiful.”I grinned and kissed him, then felt a moment of sadness. It was a shame I had only one date to the wedding. I had grown so used to doing things with all three of them, that it almost felt strange to leave Andre and Roman behind.Once the business in Rome was completed—they chose not to purchase the shoe company—we sailed to America, then, to the Philippines. The journey took just under two weeks. After hopping around Europe, going from city to city, I had to admit it was nice to relax on the Majestic with nothing on the agenda. I ha
Two women hurried over to us. One of them said, “You’re the maid of honor? You’re already done.” She turned to Carly. “She’s already done.”“I didn’t know she would have her own stylist,” Carly muttered.“It’s fine! Less work for you to do. I’ll make sure you’re still compensated, it’s not a problem.”“Your hair…” the second woman said.“I had it done up! Just like Carly told me. Right, Carly?”“Yes, but… I suppose it’s fine.” The stylist turned around. “Ashley. You’re up.”I sat down with Mom and Carly while they had their makeup done. For a little while, we were all giggles and smiles and tears as we talked about Carly’s big day. It was so good to catch up with them after being away for months.The other bridesmaids didn’t seem happy, though. I caught one of them glaring at me when she thought I wasn’t looking. What was their problem?They’re probably jealous of Joemar. Not my problem.A little while later, the wedding planner popped in and whispered something to Carly. “You have bo
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