Their Seductress [The Hot Millionaires #1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (27 page)

“Please, Isaac. I’ll do anything.”

“Oh, I already know you will.” He wet a finger and slipped it into her anus. She gasped, tensed for a moment, and then relaxed against him. He removed the finger and replaced it immediately with the twister, maneuvering it gently until it almost disappeared inside her. “That what you want?” he murmured. “You do realize, don’t you, that these windows are tinted? Even so, I bet if the driver looks in his rearview mirror he’ll…well, get a good view of your rear and what you’ve just taken up it.” Isaac peppered her ass with kisses. “You like being watched, don’t you?”

“Yes, but I like being fucked better. Please, Isaac!”

Isaac, close to bursting himself, unbuckled his pants and let them fall to his ankles. He knelt behind her, slapping her buttocks again in the way he knew would drive her wild as he eased his cock into her tight pussy. She pushed back against him, shaking her head and screaming at him to give her more. Isaac pushed the end of the twister in time with his thrusts, on the brink, knowing that she was, too.

“I can’t hold it, Isaac,” she screamed. “Fuck me now. Do it! Oh God, here it comes.”

She bucked against his cock and against the twister, taking everything he had. His heart, his soul, and his cum.

When the car stopped in the driveway to the house in St. Pete they were both respectably dressed again. Paige offered the driver a cheeky smile as she alighted from the car, aware from his embarrassed smile that he had indeed witnessed everything.

“Where’s Nick?” she asked as Isaac swept her into his arms and carried her across the threshold.

“Probably getting ready.”

Isaac made her promise to close her eyes and carried her through the house and down the dock. He didn’t put her down until he’d lifted her over the gunwales of the boat and led her into the salon.

“You can open your eyes now.”

She did so and gasped with pleasure. Every surface was covered with flowers. The heady perfume that permeated the salon was intoxicating. Nick was there and moved in to kiss her. Properly. Together they led her to the master cabin, which was strewn with rose petals, a bottle of champagne in a cooler by the bed, heart-shaped chocolates in foil wrapping scattered across the pillows.

“We’re gonna stay here tonight and enjoy you,” Isaac told her. “Then your two husbands are gonna take you on this floating palace to the islands for your honeymoon. Sound good to you?”

“It sounds like heaven.” She wrinkled her brow. “Just one problem, though.”

“What’s that?” they asked together.

“Which if you is gonna unfasten all these buttons without wrecking my lovely dress?”

Both men fell to the task. Paige placed her hands possessively on top of their heads as they bent to their task, astonished at the strength of her feelings. She had to be the luckiest woman on the planet and would make sure they knew how violently she returned their feelings, if she had to spend the rest of her life doing it.

Zara Chase is a British author who spends a lot of her time travelling the world. Being a gypsy provides her with ample opportunities to scope out exotic locations for her stories. She likes to involve her heroines in her erotic novels in all sorts of dangerous situations—and not only with the hunky heroes whom they encounter along the way. Murder, blackmail, kidnapping, and fraud—to name just a few of life’s most common crimes—make frequent appearances in her books, adding pace and excitement to her racy stories.

Zara is an animal lover who enjoys keeping fit and good wine—yes, the two can co-exist—and believes in making the most out of life.

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