Double Daddy Trouble

Twenty

Brooke

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 downstairs making breakfast for her.

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. Tyler had actually penetrated a part of her body no one else had touched. And Lee had looked her in the eyes and told her he wanted it. He actually wanted to be inside her ass. She’d never once thought about having anal sex and now it was all she could think about.

She sank deeper in the tub. Hol

y hell. Things were out of control. Or were they finally in control?

She had something most women would kill for—Tyler Star and Lee Connors. The sexiest, most charming, wealthiest bachelors in Denver. And they wanted her. Not only that—they were alone and isolated. Away from prying eyes and judgement. She could be completely free with them and her body at the cabin.

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.

She was barely able to talk after her last orgasm. They had offered to make breakfast and all she could do was nod. She had managed to make it to the oversized tub and figured out how to use the computer to set the water temperature.

Suddenly Brooke wanted everything about her body to be perfect. She stood from the tub and wrapped a fluffy towel around her chest. By tonight she was going to be the woman Tyler and Lee wanted. It was one of the perks of being in a remote cabin. She had hours to make her body soft and silky. Hours to pamper herself and put on that sexy lingerie. They sure had stocked her wardrobe with silk, lace, and leather.

Twenty-One

Brooke

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 mirror, waiting for the right time to go downstairs. Waiting for the moment to tell her men she was ready to accept what they had to offer.

After dessert last night, and breakfast this morning, she was certain of her decision.

She started her descent down the winding staircase. 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 Tyler and Lee.

She wanted to live in the cabin in their fantasy world.

Brooke 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. She hit the final step and her gaze drifted upward.

Her eyes landed on Lee then darted to Tyler.

“Fuck,” Tyler growled.

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

“Double fuck,” Lee echoed.

They walked toward her.

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

“This is the dress you bought for me, isn’t it?” she asked innocently.

Lee’s gaze dropped to her breasts. Dress tape held the fabric to her skin. She couldn’t wear a bra with the low cut. Tyler’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.