All Chapters of Two Billionaires and A Bride: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

It was beautiful. She was beautiful. For the first time in a decade, Rebecca acknowledged that. Her face held a hint of the girl she’d been, but her body was a woman’s. She looked seductive in the thin clinging silk: firm where she ought to be, soft where a man would like. She was better than naked wearing it. She was enchanting.Squeezing her feet into the teetering sandal heels brought her back to reality, but she was determined not to do this half-assed. She’d always taught the twins the best thank yous were wholehearted.As a precaution, she gripped the handrail when she went down the stairs. Zane was in the living room, working on his laptop. He looked up at the clack of her sandals. His reaction was priceless. He rose to his feet, hand on heart, as if she were a bolt of lightning that had struck him.“Wow,” he said and swallowed.“I have to keep this,” she confessed, laughing. “It looks too nice on me.”“It looks amazing.” He took her hands as she reached the bottom, holding the

REBECCA had plenty to keep her busy in the wake of cutting things short with Zane. She pulled her semi-new crew together, putting them through their paces in the fully loaded Lounge kitchen. Her friend Raoul bounced around like a kid in a candy story. Trey’s choice of equipment—and his willingness to buy more—made him her head chef’s new hero.“Finally!” he crowed. “Everything is how you like it. We’ll throw mud in the faces of those culos at Wilde’s Bistro.”Rebecca secretly hoped so but merely smiled when he said this.She and the crew tinkered with her recipes: cooking times, temperatures, this ingredient or that. The results Rebecca achieved by herself, with every detail under her control, weren’t the same as what a busy brigade of line cooks produced. Rebecca’s crew was skilled and proud of it. Nonetheless, some needed coaching to reach her high standards. Those who weren’t used to her methods tried her patience, but they worked through it. They all knew consistency was key. They

THE Bad Boys Lounge put its most beautiful face forward. Flickering candles and fragrant flowers softened the men’s club atmosphere. The fat coffee table books were shelved in their built-ins, the glassware polished like crystals. Everyone who stepped through the entrance looked glamorous. Here was a female anchor for local TV news; there a player from the Bruins with a date so stunning she could have been the celebrity.Some of the guests congratulated Rebecca on her brothers’ recent interview— either because they assumed it was smart promotion, or because they admired her courage in raising the twins alone. She accepted the slightly discomfiting compliments with the best grace she could. Mercifully, they were infrequent. Rebecca bought the “Best New Wines” issue every year, but at more than ten bucks a pop, the subscription base for Bad Boys Magazine wasn’t huge. She expected this was deliberate. Neither Zane nor Trey was afraid of appearing exclusive.Then again, who was she to talk

Rebecca pulled away from Zane so fast her back went into cramp mode. “Shit,” she hissed, trying to ease the spasm by thrusting her arm back there.Poised in the doorway with his hands braced on either side, Trey looked both angry and hurt. Somewhat to her surprise, Zane was the person he directed his fury to.“I held back,” he said. “All these years I wanted to pursue her, but I held backfor you!”“What are you talking about?” Zane asked, which could have been her line. “You barely know Rebecca.”“I held back ten years ago!” he spat out. “What?”“The waitress at Wilde’s. The night you asked me to be your business partner: your partner for real, I thought!”Obviously, Rebecca was missing a couple checkers from this game. “I waited on you at Wilde’s?” she asked, choosing the safer of her two confusions.“Yes.” The sparks Trey’s eyes were shooting shifted to her instead. “You warned us not to order lobster because the purveyor delivered frozen. You looked at me like you saw my soul. You

Her back was fine, but she sensed that wasn’t behind the instruction. He wanted her restricted. He got off on it. Zane had come closer while they were kissing, only a step away from the sleek sports car. One palm rested on his belly, like he was afraid or maybe embarrassed about moving it to his cock. He hadn’t minded touching himself before. Trey had to be the source of his hesitation. He was opening the buttons on her blouse. Zane met her gaze and flushed.“Zane bound my hands the first time he got me off,” she said.Trey lifted his head, breath suspended for a heartbeat. She’d spoken impulsively. From the men’s reactions, this was the right topic to bring up.“He used his belt,” she went on. “He wrapped it around my wrists and went down on me.”“In his car?” Trey’s voice rasped like sandpaper. “In his car. He barely had room to move.”Air wafted over her cleavage, above the satiny bra she wore. Trey closed his eyes. “Are you saying you’d like him to bind you now?”“I’m saying if you