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  “Oh God. Oh God. Hold me, Hunt. Oh fuck,” she whimpered as the storm clouds unleashed a wicked torrent inside her body.

  Drew pulled her knees to the widest points of his shoulders, thrusting his tongue deep in her walls as Hunter sank his finger all the way in her forbidden zone. She shook and pulsed. The orgasm coursed through her with violent jolts as she muffled the screams in her throat.

  “Come harder, baby. Come so fucking hard.” Hunter pumped in and out of her ass. It was pleasure she’d never felt before. Something so erotic and freeing. Finding desire in a part of her body she had never tested.

  “I can’t stop,” she pleaded. “I can’t…” It spiraled through her until she was exhausted and limp in Hunter’s arms.

  When her body stilled, Drew put her feet on the floor and rose from between her legs.

  He looked over her shoulder to Hunter, who kept her propped against his chest. She didn’t think she was capable of walking anymore.

  “I think someone likes sharing.” He smiled at his friend.

  Hunter kissed her neck. “I think so.”

  Sixteen

  Alison

  She soaked in the hot bath longer than she ever had in her life. The suite had a computerized tub that would keep the water any temperature she wanted. The bubbles piled high around her. She rubbed her body. What was happening to her?

  The guys were at lunch. A business lunch they promised was an obligation they couldn’t miss.

  She didn’t know if it made her feel better or worse that they had left after what she had experienced with them.

  It was intimate and erotic. Hunter had actually penetrated a part of her body no one else had touched. And Drew had looked her in the eyes and told her he wanted it. He actually wanted to be inside her ass.

  She sank deeper in the tub. Holy hell. Things were out of control. Or were they finally in control?

  She had something most women would kill for—Hunter Evans and Drew Rockford. The sexiest, most charming, wealthiest bachelors in Chicago. And they wanted her.

  Nothing about what happened felt as if it had anything to do with the debt. She played it over and over, searching for signs or red flags, but she couldn’t find any. They had done nothing but given her pleasure. They didn’t ask for anything in return. They hadn’t even gotten undressed. They didn’t demand blowjobs. All they wanted was to make her feel good. Give her more passion and pleasure than most women received in a lifetime.

  The bath felt good. She didn’t know if she was ready for this. Whatever this was.

  There wasn’t time to talk before they had to rush out for the lunch meeting. She was barely able to talk. She had managed to make it to the oversized tub and figured out how to use the computer to set the water temperature.

  They would be back in three hours.

  Suddenly Alison wanted everything about her body to be perfect. She stood from the tub and wrapped a fluffy towel around her chest. She padded off to the bed and picked up the resort’s amenities’ listings, bound in a leather book. She scrolled through until she found the spa and beauty section. She smiled.

  She pressed the numbers for the spa on the phone.

  “Rapture Spa. How may I help you Mr. Evans?” the receptionist asked. Alison realized Hunter’s name must pop up first on the computer system.

  “Hi. This is Alison Rossi. I was wondering if I could schedule some spa services this afternoon.”

  There was a long pause. “Oh, Ms. Rossi. Anything. What can we do for you?”

  Alison smiled. “I’d like a wax, mani-pedi, hair and makeup.” She tried to think if there was anything else. “Oh, and a facial. Maybe a massage if there is enough time.”

  “Certainly. What time do you need to be ready?” the woman asked.

  “I have three hours.”

  “I’ll send an entire team to your suite in ten minutes.”

  “Ten minutes?” She couldn’t believe it.

  “We have specific instructions from Mr. Evans to be on stand-by for you this entire weekend.”

  “You do?” She was even more shocked.

  “He said to give you the royal treatment. I’ll send your team up in a few minutes.”

  “Thank you.” She didn’t know what else to say. She was flattered. Surprised. And it was true, impressed Hunter was so thoughtful. “I’ll be waiting.”

  “Yes, ma’am. And if there is anything else you need, let me know.”

  “I will.”

  Alison hung up and stared at the elevator doors. She had three hours to be the woman Hunter and Drew wanted. Three hours to make her body soft and silky. Three hours to pamper herself and put on that sexy cocktail dress.

  Because in three hours they would be back and they would know exactly what was going to happen tonight.

  Seventeen

  Hunter

  This meeting couldn’t have been more fucking boring than it was. Hunter didn’t care about meeting with shareholders and shaking hands with investors. It was his career. It was his life. But it didn’t seem to matter with Alison upstairs in the penthouse.

  He kept cutting glances at Drew to see if he was as distracted as he was. Drew laughed and slapped one of the board members on the back. Maybe he wasn’t as hung up on Alison. Maybe he was trying to do anything he could not to think about her.

  All Hunter could think about was getting another taste of her lips. Feeling her tits under his hands. Licking and sucking every inch of her body. He wanted to hold her while she came over and over. Fuck. What was wrong with him? He’d never fallen for a woman this fast in his life.

  Drew looked up when one of the speakers walked to the podium. Hunter saw it. The same look in his eye he had. Hunger.

  Hunger for one thing.

  And she was thirty floors above them. Shit.

  Why did she have to be so damn adorable and sexy? There was an air of innocence that floated around her. To know she’d never had an experience like the one he and Drew could give her made her more seductive. As if she was trying to drive them crazy on purpose. Lure them in with her tight virgin ass.

  Hunter coughed in his fist to stifle a groan.

  “We’re looking forward to the announcement tomorrow,” Roger Hanson smiled at Hunter.

  He had almost forgotten he was surrounded by HiTech Global shareholders. He was lost in his own world where only Alison existed.

  “Yes,” he answered. “It’s going to be exciting. Drew and I have worked on this for years.”

  The truth was they had no idea how everyone would react to the charity work they planned to pursue. But they both knew it was time they gave back. They had more money than they knew what to do with.

  Bringing Alison into the project felt right. It was as if she completed the picture. He had joked about looking for an empress to run their empire, but it didn’t seem funny anymore. She was the one. He knew it.

  Eighteen

  Alison

  She held her breath. Everything was in place. Her legs were waxed. Her nails were painted. Her long blond locks were layered in waterfall curls. Her makeup had never looked like this. She’d never felt like this.

  She stood in front of the foyer mirror, waiting for the elevator to open. Waiting for her men to return to the suite.

  The floor numbers lit up, and her heart beat wildly. They were on their way. In thirty seconds they would know. They would know she had done all of this for them. She was giving herself to them. Every part of her. Everything they wanted.

  It had taken two weeks to reach this moment, but she knew without a doubt she wanted this. She wanted Hunter and Drew.

  Alison took a final glance at the gold strappy heels with the sharp points wrapped around her ankles. They were sexy as hell. If they didn’t scream “sex vixen” nothing did. The door opened and her gaze drifted upward.

  Her eyes landed on Drew then darted to Hunter.

  “Fuck,” Hunter growled.

  She bit her lip, trying not to ruin the gloss the makeup artist
had so carefully applied.

  “Double fuck,” Drew echoed.

  They walked toward her.

  They were imposing. Walls of athletic lean muscle headed her way.

  “This is the dress you told Douglas to pack, isn’t it?” she asked innocently.

  Drew’s gaze dropped to her breasts. Dress tape held the fabric to her skin. She couldn’t wear a bra with the low cut. Hunter’s eyes raked up her thigh. The dress hugged under her ass where another piece of tape was strategically applied by the stylist the spa sent to her.

  Hunter inhaled. “You look fucking edible, Alison.”

  “Tell us this means what I think it means,” Drew pleaded.

  She reached forward, grazing the side of his chiseled jaw. Her other hand reached toward the broad plane of Hunter’s chest. She wanted to know their bodies, the way they had explored hers. This was the beginning of something incredible.

  “Yes,” she answered. She felt the power surge through her. The control. Her inner goddess surging to the surface, knowing these men wanted her beyond measure.

  Hunter looked at Drew. “Do we have to go to the damn cocktail reception?”

  “Yeah. We can’t back out. We’re only here three days.”

  “I think we could be fashionably late,” Hunter argued.

  Alison interrupted them. “I want to know how this works. How is this even possible?”

  Drew blinked, his long eyelashes making his eyes sparkle. “Baby, do you need me to draw you a diagram of how the three of us are going to fuck?”

  Her eyes widened. “I don’t think so.” Her inner strength was starting to fade. “I meant, is this just sex? How do the three of us handle it? It feels like more to me. But you both know I’m inexperienced.”

  Hunter snaked an arm around her waist. She could tell he was out of patience. “It’s not just sex. It’s everything.” He brushed his lips over hers.

  She whimpered wanting his lips badly. She was already addicted to his kisses.

  “If you’re giving us what I think you’re giving us, it’s not sex, Alison. It’s a relationship. Our relationship.” She didn’t expect Drew’s words.

  “I want you both. I know that much. And last night…this morning…I want you together. I feel it strongly. I know now it’s not one or the other. It has to be both.”

  “Good girl,” Hunter whispered. “We’ll make you feel good. So fucking good.”

  The tingling shot down her spine, straight to her core. She was wearing a pair of panties that cost two hundred dollars. She wasn’t interested in soaking them before they made it to the reception, but it was unavoidable.

  “And what do you get out of it?” she asked. “There has to be a catch.”

  Drew shook his head. Hunter deposited her in his arms next. “No catch, baby. This works for us.”

  “But how?” she questioned. These men were everything. How could they possibly be ok sharing her?

  “Fucking you together is everything to us. Making you come. Giving you sex like you’ve never had it. Together we are better than any man you’ve ever had. And you’ll never want another one. We swear.”

  “And you don’t get jealous?”

  Hunter chuckled. “Jealous? Come on. Watching my best friend fuck the woman I’m crazy about and making her happy is a turn on. And knowing I can do the same thing. Sweetheart, it’s the best kind of porn there is. I can hear you. Taste you. Feel you, while he fucks you. It’s the sweetest deal there is.”

  “Oh God.” Her knees buckled.

  “I’ve got you.” Drew held her up. “Maybe it’s a little too soon for all this. Tone it down, Hunt.”

  She shook her head. “No. I need to know. I want to know what I’m asking for. So, tell me. Tell me.” She was eager for all the information.

  “What else do you need to know?” Drew asked. She felt better with him holding her.

  “You two?” She looked at them. “Do you…you know…do I have to watch?”

  Hunter’s face recoiled. “Hell no. Absolutely not.”

  Drew laughed. “What he means is our attention is one hundred percent on you. Giving you what you want, is what we want. You’ll see.”

  Alison lowered her eyes. She tried to imagine what it would be like. Tried to picture having sex with two men at the same time. These two men, who were basically the most perfectly physical specimens on the planet.

  “I think I’m scared,” she whispered.

  “You don’t have to do anything tonight. Let’s go to the cocktail reception. We can talk about it later,” Drew suggested.

  Hunter wrapped his arms around her from behind. She leaned into his strong chest. “But this feels good,” she whispered.

  “Does it?” he asked.

  “Mmhmm. I like being between you both. I love it, actually. I want it. I don’t want to be scared of tonight.”

  Drew’s eyes lit. “I have an idea.”

  “What’s that?” Hunter asked.

  “Take off your panties, Alison,” Drew demanded.

  Her eyes widened. “But they’re special. I got them for tonight. For both of you.”

  “Stay here.” He walked to one of the bedrooms and returned. He opened his palm.

  Alison stared at his hand. “What is that?” It was bright purple and shaped like a large marker.

  “It’s a dildo for your ass, baby.” He was matter of fact about it.

  She blinked. “A what?”

  Hunter wrapped his hands tightly around her waist. “We’re going to fuck you with it.”

  “But I thought…don’t you just want to, you know…the natural way?”

  Drew held it forward for her to see it. “Hunter told me how tight your ass is. I don’t know that it can all happen tonight. I’m not the kind of man who likes to back down from a challenge, but I want you to love it when I take it. So, take off those expensive panties we paid for.”

  Alison reached under the cocktail dress and shimmied them over her knees and off the stilettos. They were the most beautiful underwear she’d ever worn. Part of her was sad they wouldn’t get to see her in them, but what they offered was too exciting.

  “Now what?” she asked.

  “We’re going to the cocktail party.”

  “Wait, what?” she squeaked.

  “Yeah, what?” Hunter barked. “I thought we decided to postpone that. I had something else in mind.” His eyes lit with fire for Alison.

  Drew handed the wand to his friend.

  “Don’t worry. Tonight is all about business and pleasure. There is always a dark corner at these parties. We’re going to take turns. We’ll pass it back and forth like a baton.” Drew smiled.

  “I like it.” Hunter slapped him on the back. He guided Alison toward the elevator.

  The guys clearly knew what was going on, but she had no idea what this secret language was. They were on another sexual level and she was worried she’d never match their prowess.

  “But I’ve never. How am I supposed to handle this?” Alison squealed.

  “Are you wet right now?” Drew asked. “Wet thinking about us fucking you?”

  She nodded. She couldn’t deny what their words did to her.

  He pulled her into the elevator. She didn’t know what would happen when the doors closed.

  “We have a two-minute ride. Spread your legs,” he commanded.

  Alison didn’t hesitate. If she did she’d lose precious seconds.

  “Now show us how wet you are. Touch yourself.”

  “What?” Her eyes grew wide.

  “You heard him,” Hunter echoed.

  She bit her lip, watching their eyes follow her fingers as she dipped them between her legs. She sighed as she tried to ease the ache in her pussy. She’d never done anything like this. But it seemed as if her entire experience with Hunter and Drew was about pushing boundaries.

  “Ohh,” she cried, realizing her clit was beyond sensitive. Her nipples hardened under their stares.

  “That’s enough.
” Drew glared at her.

  “Fuck. You’re hot, baby.” Hunter licked his lips.

  She held her fingers forward, Drew sucked them into his mouth, groaning. “You have the sweetest honey.”

  “Bend over a little, sweetheart,” Hunter coaxed. “Let’s see what you can do with this toy.”

  Her heart beat wildly. There wasn’t much time left in the elevator ride, but it felt like each second was a minute. Her body was heavy with passion and fire for them.

  She held the gilded railing. Hunter drew the dildo over her pussy, coating it in her juices. He slowly drew a line from her clit to her backside. He pressed the tip of it against her ass.

  “Oh God,” she whimpered. “Please.”

  She wanted to feel the electricity spread through her. She wanted it deep inside her. She knew how good it would feel once it was inside her.

  Hunter pushed it against the tight ring of muscle. She clenched.

  Drew tipped her chin forward. “It’s going to take a lot of practice to get this right. And we aren’t leaving the party until you fuck this dildo properly. But you have to relax. Let him in.”

  She nodded. “I want it now. Please, Hunt. Please.” She wiggled.

  He pushed it deeper and she felt the ring burning with pain.

  He groaned. “So fucking tight. Damn it. I want you, baby. This is so hot right now.”

  “Almost at the party.” Drew kissed her. “You look stunning, by the way. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

  She relaxed into his lips and she felt the tip probe farther. She sighed, loving the depth Hunter took with it. He pumped it in and out.

  But just when it started to feel amazing, Hunter pulled it from her and tossed it to Drew. They twirled her around to face the doors, pulled the hem of her dress to cover her bottom just as the doors retracted. Alison realized they had arrived at the party and all the guests were staring at her and her eligible dates for the night.

  Nineteen