A Billion to One (Power Surge: The Billionaire Club 2)

“I thought you two never bet? How can you be so sure about a horse? There’s no way.”

“Oh we’re willing to take our chances, baby. We’ve got you.”

“Me? What does that mean, Zane?”

“Easy. You see, Zane and I always wanted to find the perfect woman to share. Someone who completed us individually and together. We figured our chances were like a billion to one,” Cash said.

“Yeah, and look, we found you. That’s some seriously good luck, baby. I think we’re on a winning streak,” Zane added.

Angelo and Chiara laughed. Then Chiara looked at them, with her arms crossed in front of her chest. “Uhm, didn’t you forget that you lost this company to me, when you wanted to buy it?”

“We didn’t lose it to you. It was never even in our hands. Besides, if we wanted it, we could get it. Just like we could get anything we want when it comes to you,” Zane teased.

“Oh really, like what?” she asked, and Zane wrapped his arm around her waist and hoisted her up against him.

He whispered in her ear so Angelo wouldn’t hear, as the feel of his strong arms encased her. She loved this man’s muscles. “Like the odds of how many times we can make you orgasm in one day.” He licked her ear and she closed her eyes and moaned.

Cash joined them. “If he told you what he told me earlier after seeing you in these tight jeans of yours, we may not make it to Saratoga this weekend,” Cash said, and then caressed a hand over her ass.

She felt her cheeks warm, and her body immediately responded to their touch.

Then Angelo cleared his throat and Chiara turned toward him.

“Sorry, Angelo,” she said, feeling a bit embarrassed. But Angelo just smiled.

“So, guys, are you all ready to leave for the horse races?” Heather asked, barging in decked out in an outfit that had the men widening their eyes. She wore high brown leather boots, thin, megatight white leggings that showed

off every curve, and a short brown sweater that showed off her midriff.

“What are you supposed to be, a jockey?” Angelo asked, with his arms crossed in front of his chest. Chiara laughed. It seemed that Angelo had taken over being the responsible parent to Chiara and Heather, whether they liked it or not.

“Really? Do you think the guys will like it?” she asked.

“I think you should worry about what Emanuel and Keith are going to say when they see their woman flaunting her assets like you are,” Chiara stated then shook her head. In the past few months since Chiara’s near abduction, Heather had gained the interest of Emanuel and Keith. They were officially her Doms and she their submissive. However, Heather didn’t quite get the meaning behind the word.

She leaned closer to Chiara.

“Do you think they’ll take out one of those leather crops, and spank me for wearing this?” she asked, looking and sounding a bit too excited to be disciplined.

Chiara looked her over and so did Cash and Zane.

“Darlin’, I don’t think you’re going to see any horses this weekend at all,” Cash told her.

“What? Why?”

“Why do you think, Heather?” Zane asked.

Chiara laughed. “You’ll have them right where you want them, Heather. Don’t you worry,” Chiara said as they exited the office. Angelo said good-bye, and Chiara, Zane, and Cash headed toward her office.

“I just need to get rid of a few things,” Chiara said as she placed the folders on her desk into a locked drawer. She heard her door close and then she heard the lock.

Chiara smiled.

“You know, I think I have a pair of pants and a midriff sweater just like Heather was wearing. I have boots that are higher though. Maybe I should go change before we leave,” she teased.

Cash grabbed her waist by a loop and turned her toward him. He pressed her against her desk as he grabbed her hips. “You’ll do no such thing.”

“Yeah, or Cash and I will go all country Dom on your ass and see how you like it. This body is ours, and ours only,” Zane stated.