Their Sweet Desire (Power Surge: The Billionaire Club 3)

“I missed you both, too.”

“How about we grab some takeout and talk at our place?” Stone suggested.

“I’d like that,” she replied, and they walked with her to their car, and headed toward the penthouse.

* * * *

“Now that we got everything off our chests, it seems to me like we all were afraid of trusting one another, yet we couldn’t even tell the entire truth about ourselves,” Emerson said.

“Exactly. I was afraid. I didn’t know what you would do if you found out that I own Bliss. I really wasn’t sure that the two of you were real. You are both so damn perfect.”

“And billionaires,” Stone added, and they laughed.

“God, I can’t even imagine that. But I would still have fallen for both of you even if you weren’t filthy rich.”

“Oh really? I do recall a conversation at Bliss where you said that perhaps a billionaire would come along and buy you your own business to run.”

She covered her mouth after gasping. “I remember that. Oh my God, but I did say that I was joking.”

“I wasn’t going to take any chances,” Emerson said.

Antoinette was glad that they talked things through. They had wasted three weeks, and she was going to waste another two shortly.

“Oh God. Just when we worked things out, I’m leaving.”

“Leaving? Where are you going?” Stone asked.

“Hawaii for two weeks. It’s my overdo vacation compliments of Uncle Vincenzo.”

“Ahh, Uncle Vincenzo is quite the guy,” Emerson said.

“Funny. That’s what he said about you and your friends.”

They laughed.

“Stay with us tonight. Don’t go home. Don’t leave us,” Stone said very seriously.

She stood up. “I was thinking that we should take things slowly.”

Stone stood up and pulled her against him. “Fuck slow. The last three weeks without you have been torture. Stay with us. Here, in this penthouse. In our bed is where you belong.”

Antoinette felt her entire body heat up from his words. The moment Emerson moved in behind her and caressed her arms, she felt that instant connection and need.

“Stay. Please, baby. We need you,” Emerson whispered as he leaned down and kissed her neck and ear.

She felt his hand slide up her back to the zipper of her dress.

“Yes?” Stone asked, with his lips gently against her own. She inhaled his scent, his cologne, and manliness. Between them like this was where she was safest and felt most loved and protected.

“Yes,” she replied, and Stone kissed her, as Emerson unzipped her dress.

The feel of their hands against her breasts, her ass, and her belly aroused her senses and began to numb any negative thoughts from days ago. They made quick use of their hands, discarding their clothing, before Stone lifted her up and carried her to their bedroom. Her stomach tightened for only a moment, as memories of the last time she was here came rushing back.

But as Stone placed her on the large king-sized bed, she opened her arms to him and Emerson. Their cocks jutted out against their muscular bellies and her pussy clenched in anticipation of them inside of her.

Stone leaned down and kissed her belly.

Emerson kissed her fingertips as he held her gaze. “I dreamed of you like this. For the past three weeks, I thought of nothing but you, naked, welcoming us with your arms wide open. You’ve made us so very happy, Antoinette.” His words were filled with emotion and deep meaning.