Complete Bliss (a Her Billionaires novella #3) Read Online Free Page A

silence was Laura’s only answer. Mind-blowingly stunned silence. “You want me to do that?” 
    Her answer was Dylan’s hungry hands on her, sliding around from behind, cupping her breasts and tweaking her nipples to full attention with one little brushstroke. “We do.”
    Mike’s only response was a raised eyebrow, a gesture that echoed inside her and made her bloom with heat.
    The tidy little ottoman in the middle of the living room was so unassuming that the average person would never— ever —guess the kink hidden within. And that was precisely the point. 
    Hide the fun in plain sight.
    Hide the source of judgment from those who did not—or willfully chose not to—understand.
    Mike pulled the lid off and exposed the wonder underneath, making Laura’s breath slow down just as her heart sped up. Time always changed here in the cabin, unlike anywhere else—even their bedroom at home. Sex was different here. Completely planned and yet utterly spontaneous. Dylan’s hands continued their slow tease from behind, his cock rubbing up against the cleft of her ass, the hair on his chest tickling her back. Mike embraced her from the front, and the heat of his skin, all six-plus feet of him, made her feel complete.
    She had them both.
    Well—more technically, they had her .
    Hands began their well-worn path down the curves of her body, those dry and supple and those wet and wanting.
    The Sybian was a simple device, with a dildo attached to a rocking seat. She was more than wet enough as she eased her way down, muscles clamping tight at the slick entrance of something much smaller than either of her men, and yet tantalizing as she felt Mike’s hot flesh in her hand, Dylan’s own hands on her back and breasts now, connecting and adding to the loop the three shared. Like electricity, something flowed between them when they were in touch together, though Mike and Dylan drew a strong boundary at touching one another. Laura had wondered about it but never asked. Sometimes privacy within relationships had a place, and this was one of those times. 
    No complaints came from anyone, though, for what they did have—so she stopped thinking about what wasn’t there.
    A shudder of shock and heat ran through her as she lowered herself and clasped her thighs and knees along the device, Dylan straddling her from behind, on his knees and encircling her. His hand traveled down to find her hot, throbbing nub.
    Oh, this would be over fast.
    Mike’s cock was thick and ready, and as her mouth enveloped it his thighs tensed. Primed to know his signals as well as she knew Dylan’s or even her own body’s triggers, she figured she had a minute, Maybe less.
    Better make it good.
    Dylan gently rocked her forward, the Sybian slipping and moving with such grace that she felt a moment of feral self-consciousness, as if the device were too prim and proper for what her ragingly wild arousal was about to make her flesh release. An orgasm swept over her and only sheer force of will kept it back, her brain firing wildly to make sure she remembered Mike’s pleasure, the fullness of him in her warm, wet mouth now too much. The combination of so many sensations on her body and the need to meet his sexual release made her circuits overheat.
    Desperate to give him pleasure, she slid her fisted hand along the fine, soft skin of his shaft, Dylan’s fingers on her, her tongue traveling well-worn paths until Mike uttered her name and released into her just as her own tidal wave of climax made her groan deep in her throat, the sound making Mike jolt with more ecstasy.
    And just like that, they had knocked out Climax #1 for all three of them.
    Strangely energized, Laura swallowed and smiled up at Mike. He looked down from quite a distance, given his height, and smiled broadly.
    “Four hours and six minutes to go. You up for more?”
    She most certainly was.
    Both of them were on her as if she’d sent them some telekinetic signal, as if she’d summoned