Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16919 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 85(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16919 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 85(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
I come harder. Harder than I ever have in my life.
I lock this magic girl to my chest and thrust upward, snarling into kiss after kiss, punishing her for being so perfect. For showing up and igniting something that will never go out between the three of us. No matter what happens.
No matter who tries to tear us apart.
6
Zoe
Shaken, I watch from my new desk as they lead Catherine away in handcuffs.
Bridger stands in the door of his office, arms crossed, disgust curling his masculine upper lip. He meets my gaze and nods, as if telling me I no longer have to worry. And while it makes me sad that they’ve had to expose their own mother as a criminal, as the one who was caught tampering with the product on camera…I’m relieved. Because I’ve never been so terrified as I was this morning when I heard the snap. When I felt the harness start to fall away around me.
Jacob. Bridger.
Those were the names I whispered. The names I screamed in my head.
I’m not sure how it happened so fast, but I’ve fallen into an uncontrollable inferno of love for these two men. My stepbrothers. There is a bond between us that formed as soon as we were in the same room, as if it had been waiting for us. Waiting to snare the three of us and never let go.
Bridger had a desk placed in the reception area, an equal distance between his office and Jacob’s. The younger Onasis appears in the doorway of his office now, bracing a tattooed hand on the frame and watching his mother get led away.
The usual receptionist gapes at the spectacle.
Catherine Onasis being arrested.
And the sensual energy between me and my stepbrothers begins to dawn on her, too.
With the way they look at me, it’s no wonder.
I haven’t forgotten what Bridger said in the limo, about having his turn with me, and I’m paused in place, breathless, waiting for him to summon me.
Jacob seems to be waiting, too, his jaw tight with tension.
Jealousy.
“Miss Beam, you are dismissed for the day,” Bridger says, addressing the receptionist.
We all remain in suspended animation as she gathers her things and hurries out the exit. In the absence of the police noise and Miss Beam’s typing, the office is suddenly silent. I can hear nothing but my own breathing, the clench of my fingers in my lap.
“Zoe,” Bridger says, pushing the door to his private office wider. “I’ll see you now.”
Excitement prickles my skin, a flush traveling up my neck. My heart knocks wildly.
I stand on trembling legs and try to reassure bristling Jacob with a look. But it doesn’t seem to have any effect. The two of them are faced off across the office like boxers waiting in the corners of their ring.
“You agreed to the arrangement, brother,” Bridger reminds him sternly.
“You said you’d watch us three or four times before needing her. It’s only been twice.”
Bridger catches me by the back of the neck and pulls me flush to his chest. “I hadn’t seen her fuck yet,” he rasps against my mouth. “I’m finding it more difficult to wait than I imagined I would.”
I can’t help but drag my hard nipples side to side against Bridger’s chest, moaning inwardly at the friction. He’s the God of this threesome. He’s the final word in every act. It’s impossible not to fall prey to that power. Want to experience it.
“Give her a chance to rest,” Jacob growls. “Jesus, she was a virgin less than twenty-four hours ago.”
Bridger grips my right butt cheek, shaking it. “Are you telling me you wouldn’t ride this right now if I gave you the green light?”
Jacob doesn’t answer, but I can sense his boiling frustration across the room.
“That’s what I thought.” Bridger drags me into his office by the back of my neck and kicks the door shut. I’m only given a fleeting chance to admire the dark wood furniture, the burgundy walls, before I’m brought around to his side of the desk and boosted onto the edge.
Starting to breathe hard, my older stepbrother steps back and removes his black suit jacket, laying it over the arm of his wingback chair. Then he loosens his tie. Removes his cuff links. All the while his control is on the verge of snapping, the skin tight and white at the corners of his mouth, his generous erection tenting the front of his dress pants.
“No more stunts like the one you pulled this morning. Are we clear?”
My instinct is to say, yes sir.
And that is what snaps me out of his spell.
Mostly, anyway.
“It wasn’t a stunt. I was doing to job I’d been hired to do.”
Cobalt blue eyes darken to black. “You almost died.”
“But the person responsible has been arrested. I won’t be in danger anymore.”
His head tilts slightly, but that minor movement is a landslide. “Are you actually arguing with me after what happened today, Zoe? After you nearly gave me a heart attack?”