The Billionaires (Lover's Triangle 1)

“Oh, hell,” he breathed. “Goddamn, no one can keep it together when she clutches so fucking tight.”

He erupted right along with her, calling out her name.

* * *

“Do you think I could take you both at the same time—inside me?”

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Two sets of eyes snapped up from magazines and fixated on Jewel.

She grinned.

“Not exactly the place to be having this discussion,” Vin lightly scolded.

She smirked at his lawyerly tone. They were in the Gulfstream, on their way to New York for a quick pit stop before hopping the pond to Paris.

Jewel said, “Don’t worry. Melinda is in the galley listening to an audiobook on her iPad. I told her we didn’t need her for a while.” Jewel set aside her laptop. The guys had taken seats across from her so that she could spread out her work next to her without needing the fold-out table, since Rogen and especially Vin required extra legroom.

She couldn’t concentrate on spreadsheets, profit-and-loss statements, financial forecasts. So she’d given up and then begun ruminating over the past two nights with her extremely sexy companions.

The previous evening, Vin had wanted a blow job after Rogen had made her come. Vin had told her he fantasized about it all the time, and after seeing her nearly get Rogen off with her mouth Vin had opted for the full deal. She’d swallowed him down and he’d shuddered for the longest damn time. Jewel found it incredibly heartwarming and liberating that she possessed the ability to bring the powerful man to his knees that way.

Now a different scenario ribboned through her mind.

“To clarify,” Rogen slowly said, obviously not certain they should have this risqué conversation—no matter where they were—“you’re talking about double penetration?”

“Yes,” she brazenly confirmed. Though, admittedly, the concept was a little intimidating.

A little?

Okay. So a lot intimidating.

She asked, “Did you do it that way with Holly McCormick?”

“No,” Rogen said, still eyeing Jewel curiously, evidently not convinced he should even remotely humor her.

“I grasp the mechanics,” she explained. “I’m just wondering … I mean, it seems kind of as though—”

“There’s not enough room?” Vin sarcastically offered.

Jewel sighed. “You don’t have to be gritchy with me. You learned a hell of a lot from Shayla Harding and I was willing to let you experiment with me until you actually mastered all those techniques.”

“The way you say that suggests you were just along for the ride.” Vin gave her a pointed—heated—look. “Rather than begging me to make you come once I got started.”

Rogen rolled his eyes in apparent exasperation. Or jealousy?

Jewel couldn’t tell. Her two lovers were doing an excellent job sharing her without popping each other in the face anymore. That helped to alleviate some of Jewel’s apprehension over wanting them both. The selfishness that wasn’t really in her nature, but which strongly pertained to these two men.

As much as she’d tried to separate her feelings for each of them, she honestly couldn’t. They were woven together. Every thread of desire, affection, yearning, intertwined. She’d meant what she’d said at her house the night they’d both been there. She didn’t want one more than the other. She wanted them equally. Felt so much for them that it was impossible to say who she most lusted after, felt satisfied with, and cared for.

She’d contended when she’d seen Rogen at the gala that these two men each owned half her heart, half her soul.

Was that rational? Was it fair?

No.

Absolutely not.