The Billionaires (Lover's Triangle 1)

Vin let out a low growl.

“You’re going to pay for that.”

“Let’s hope so,” she said in a sultry voice.

His grip on her hand tightened. “If you’re going to jerk me off while Rogen’s inside you, at least be more accommodating and less sassy.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” She wriggled her hand free of his and licked her palm again. She rubbed it over his tip. Glided slowly down his shaft. “If you had another packet of lube, I could do some very, very naughty things to you.…”

“You like being naughty.”

“So much.”

Her body jolted against his. Rogen now hammered into her. Jewel’s breath caught. Her hand pumped Vin’s cock. Her whimpers fell faster, were more erratic.

“Come with us,” she murmured to Vin. “Now.”

Her fingers became a vise grip around his cock.

“Someday I might be able to resist you.”

“Not today,” she insisted. And stroked his shaft with just the right speed, just the right pressure.

Rogen pumped into her with the same tempo. Her breaths were choppy. Her lids closed. She let go.

Jewel’s erotic cries filled the suite. Followed by Rogen’s release. And Vin’s.

He stared up at the ceiling as he wondered if he’d ever, ever get over this woman.

Jewel tongued his nipple again. Then playfully murmured, “Vin, honey. You made a mess.”

He snorted. “So next time, make sure it’s your mouth or your pussy I’m in when I come.”

* * *

Jewel tried to contain a vibrant smile as she, Rogen, and Vin settled in their seats before the Gulfstream took off for Vegas. They’d cleaned themselves up. Dressed. Devoured breakfast. All politely and professionally—with an electric undercurrent so that the two men stole heated glances at her. And Jewel flamed with excitement.

Now she tried to keep an even tone as she explained her next transaction. She told them, “We’re meeting Daichi Yakimoto at the Bellagio for a private gaming event. He wants the yacht we just secured. In exchange, he’ll give us the two Renoirs my Paris buyer needs to complete his collection.”

Rogen whistled under his breath. “Renoirs?”

“Yes,” she said. “Serious stuff.”

They discussed the upcoming exchange as they traveled from Cabo to Vegas. Once they landed, more SUVs took them to the Bellagio. They each showered and changed for the evening ahead of them, Jewel dressing in an ankle-length slim gown of liquid gold satin with a slit up the back and a provocative dip to her tailbone. She’d pinned her plump curls up, leaving a few strands at her temples and shoulders.

She met Vin and Rogen in the livi

ng room of their suite. Both men looked sigh worthy in tuxedos.

She fought the lust, though, and focused on business. She told Rogen, “This could be a very costly endeavor. Let me pay. Play along. It’s all about appeasing Mr. Yakimoto in order to get what we want.”

Rogen said, “I thought we’d considered a fifty-fifty partnership.”

She smiled at him. “We can always settle up later. I trust you. You trust me.” She stared deep into his cerulean eyes. “Right?”

“Right.”

Jewel’s heart fluttered. He always left her exhilarated.