The Billionaires (Lover's Triangle 1)

“I’ll leave the latter to you. You’ve got that whole Pierce Brosnan thing going on.”

Vin stood six-foot-four and had dark, strategically tousled hair. He had deep-green eyes and broad shoulders women seemed to go for.

Rogen was his direct opposite. A couple inches shorter, though still over six feet, with short, dark blond hair and blue eyes. He currently sported two days’ of stubble along his strong jawline. He was solidly built and athletic, whereas Vin was more sculpted in a refined, sophisticated way.

“I do look damn good in a tux,” Vin conceded as he admired himself in the mirror mounted on the wall beyond the kitchen table.

“Spare me,” Rogen said, the sarcasm dripping from his tone. “Your ego won’t fit in this house with the both of us.”

His best friend chuckled under his breath. “Good point.”

“Who’d you decide to bring as the date du jour?” Rogen asked.

Vin flashed a mischievous grin. “As it turns out, Holly McCormick is back in town. She’ll be on my arm this evening.”

“And no doubt in your bed.”

“Feel free to join us. You know how insatiable she is.”

“The woman doesn’t have an off switch.”

“She certainly enjoys her multiple orgasms. And we enjoy giving them to her.” He winked.

“Tempting,” Rogen mused. “Chances are very good I’ll be taking you up on that offer.”

Several months ago, he and Vin had swapped their corporate offices at Angelini, Inc. headquarters in Tuscany for ones in River Cross. That was when they’d met Holly and spent one overly decadent night in her casita, pleasuring her until the sun came up. And she’d still wanted more.

The ménage had been a going-away present for her, at both men’s suggestion. Holly hadn’t even batted a lash at the risqué proposition. She was a curvy redhead with a hearty sexual appetite and zero inhibitions, which had made for a very memorable evening, with Rogen and Vin working in tandem to get her off. Repeatedly.

Though Holly was not, by any stretch of the imagination, their first foray into threesome territory. Being such close friends all their lives and having such vastly different personalities and dispositions lent to their special talent and innate desire to share a woman in that way.

The discovery of their particular gift had come sophomore year at Yale. Rather accidentally, since Rogen had been at the library when Vin had gotten Amber Halston between the sheets. Rogen had slipped into the dorm room to grab some study notes just as Amber had been hitting her high notes. Things had escalated from there.

Both men had maintained a modicum of discretion with their forbidden affairs in college. When they’d started working in the Italy offices after Rogen received his MBA and Vin graduated from law school, they’d come upon several gorgeous European women who were more than amenable to a ménage à trois.

Both Rogen and Vin had immediately realized that making a woman come with two pairs of hands and lips on her body and two cocks to satisfy her was a heady rush. And they were damn good at racking up the orgasms.

But always on a temporary basis.

“Holly’s aware you’re not looking for any sort of commitment, right?” Rogen had to lob the cautionary sentiment out there, since women flocked to Vin’s commanding presence and latched on quickly. Held on tight.

Rogen had his fair share of admirers, but he’d been told on numerous occasions that he exuded a razor vibe that apparently told women he wasn’t interested in a permanent love connection without him even saying a word.

“I trust my reputation precedes me,” Vin said. “I have neither the time nor the desire to get involved. In fact, this is the first night I’ve taken off in weeks. Your family keeps me busy, no doubt there.”

“Dad doesn’t believe in resting on his laurels. Conquer the world is his current mission.”

“Are you sure it’s not to rank even higher on the Forbes billionaires list?”

“It does annoy him that he flip-flops with Anthony Catalano on that damn list.”

“Well, I’ll bet he’s feeling a bit of vindication, throwing another extravaganza the Catalanos aren’t invited to.”

“They wouldn’t come if they were invited, out of sheer principle. Neither side cares about appearances when it comes to this feud, which I think everyone has long since forgotten how it even started.” He shook his head. “It’d be nice if they just fucking got over it already.”

“That’d certainly make things easier on the heirs.” Vin scowled. “Or maybe not. You and Jewel are nothing but a rose garden filled with thorns.”

Rogen didn’t allow himself to travel the path of wishful thinking when it came to her. Despite wanting to see her. Jewel Catalano lived in the city and, from what he’d heard, she didn’t visit River Cross all that often.