The Billionaires (Lover's Triangle 1)

His jaw worked. In anticipation.

She had to do more than go up on tiptoe for him. Her hand pressed to the back of his head and she coaxed him to lower it until their mouths met in a hard, searing kiss. Vin shoved off his shirt and hauled her up against his naked chest, his ridged abs.

He gave in quickly. Fire rushed through her veins.

His aggressive kiss spoke volumes. Telling her what she’d set in motion just might overwhelm her. Be too much for her.

Valid concerns.

But there was no mistaking how aroused he was over this turn of events. That stoked the inferno inside her and kept Jewel from backing down.

When he eventually broke the kiss, she was light-headed. Scarcely able to pull in even the tiniest of breaths.

The combination of Rogen’s need to please and Vin’s need to possess was as sensational as she’d expected.

On slightly shaky legs, she returned to Rogen. She gripped his tee at his stomach and pushed the material upward. He dragged it over his head, and Jewel leaned toward him, inhaling his earthy, masculine scent. Her lips glided over his hot skin, up his torso, her tongue flicking a small nipple. Her teeth scraped, making his body jolt. She continued the path, her mouth sliding along the thick cords of his neck, over his jaw.

Her palms flattened against his waist. His hands clasped her arms, as though knowing to hold her steady, knowing she’d begin trembling at any moment. He was intuitive that way.

His gaze was glued to hers, and she tried to read all the emotions swirling in his glowing blue irises. He wanted her. Bad. But like Vin, his expression held a hint of foreboding, belying the danger inherent to her quest.

If she was going to back down, now would be the time to do it. Before they went any further. Before they got swept away by passion and her potentially horrible judgement that could later be blamed on the Sangiovese, but only in a cowardly way.

Yet this was Rogen. And Vin. They’d never hurt her. What they would do was everything in their power to give her exactly what she desired. Many, many orgasms.

She needed them—the men and the orgasms. Desperately.

She nipped at Rogen’s bottom lip and whispered, “You like it when my nipples are ridiculously hard. So do I. Make them that way.”

His grip on her biceps tightened. He was trying to keep himself in check. That just wouldn’t do. She wanted him to unleash his passion. She wanted them both out of control—because of her.

“Rogen,” she urged in a soft voice. “Do it.”

He released her arms. His large hands slid up her rib cage and cupped her breasts, massaging confidently, the pads of his thumbs whisking over the tight centers. Exactly what she wanted. A small whimper fell from her lips.

Vin stepped behind her and she felt his heat at her back, his smooth skin against he

rs, above the straight line of her nightie at her shoulder blades. He held her hips as Rogen’s head dipped and he tongued her nipple through the lace, the material creating a hint of friction. The erotic sensation coursed through every inch of her. Pulsated in her pussy.

She raised an arm and snaked it around Vin’s neck, craning hers so that he could capture her mouth in a scorching kiss. Her other hand sought Rogen’s silky, spiked strands of hair, her fingers threading through them.

Fever blazed through her as Vin’s kiss deepened and Rogen peeled away the lace at her chest, tucking the cups under her breasts. His mouth closed over her nipple again and it sent a lightning bolt against her clit.

She broke her kiss with Vin.

“Oh, God,” she moaned. “Yes. Suck my nipples, Rogen. Suck them hard.”

He did while caressing her breasts, squeezing almost roughly, insistently. Everything inside her went haywire.

Vin’s lips skimmed down her spine as he sank to his knees behind her. She shuddered from the vibrant sensation that burst against each vertebra.

His fingers hooked in the sides of her thong and he dragged the black satin down her legs and helped her out of her panties. It was a little difficult to focus on that while Rogen drove her wild with his tongue fluttering against her nipple as his finger and thumb rolled the other one, pinched lightly. A moan wrenched from the back of her throat.

Adding to the glorious sensations was Vin spreading her pussy lips and flicking his tongue over her clit.

Oh, fuck!

Two mouths on her body … two tongues!