Page 11 of Three Handsome Billionaires and a Pretend Fiancée

Also he was damn lucky she wasn’t arriving at—she checked her navigation— House of Saber dressed in a Piñata style dress with bells and whistles attached. She even wore sensible shoes for him—by sensible she meant a plain set of boring heels.

Well, there was still the story of her hair. Nothing she could do about it.

House of Saber was like nothing she had seen before and that was only the outside. The building was so architecturally beautiful she could have stared at it for longer. But the inside was something else altogether.

Everything was black leather, lace and silk. She still didn’t know what kind of place it was after she announced she was there to see Mr. Ledger.

She thought it may have been a restaurant, but no. A night club. Maybe. There was music coming from somewhere in the building. But there was something else about the place, something that sizzled with excitement and the forbidden.

She was led into a huge dimly lit room, the interior design so breathtaking she looked around in awe. But on closer inspection, her mouth dropped open.

The art she was looking at was of the erotic kind. Whips and chains were pinned to the walls like decorative ornaments. And there were some other apparatuses she didn’t recognize but something told her they could have come out of a romance novel she may have read. Oh, holy crap.

Was this a dungeon thing? She was just about to hightail it out of there when her gaze fell on Ledger Mayfield. He started to come toward her. And then the instant he was near enough, she quickly started to explain her presence, the same way she had with Kade and Hayden, in a hushed urgent whisper.

She couldn’t see anyone in the room with them, but she didn’t want to give their cover away if there was someone else there with them.

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Fuck his life.

Ledger Mayfield had not slept for the last ten nights, not since McKenna Riley, had crashed into his life and disrupted his thinking, his rules, his fucking behavior.

From the first moment he’d laid his gaze on her, he’d been fucked eleven ways straight into hell.

The same could be said for Hayden and Kade. They couldn’t figure what it was about this unknown woman that completely ambushed them with her sunlit eyes and then turned them into slaves for her body. A body she hid under long flowy skirts and loose tops. And there was her shoes. Fuck him all over again.

He thought he could handle his obsession about her. She’d proved him wrong, and the thread that held his cock in place from bursting through and demanding excess into her sweet, hot, wet body grew thinner and weaker every fucking day.

He’d always been the prickly, moody kind, but being around her made him more so because all he wanted to do was tie her up, part her legs, spread her pussy lips apart so that he and his brothers, the men who he grew up with, could feast from her. Drink her wetness, lick her clit, brush the heads of their cocks up and down her folds until she begged them to enter her. Hayden Philips and Kade Howard felt the exact same way as he did. From day one of seeing her. Nothing had changed since then and now they were on the brink of breaking their promise to their mentor, George Thames, and drag her body beneath theirs and just devour her, fill her with their cum, until she was pregnant and bound to them for life.

The thought of the three of them taking her at the same time, went way beyond need. It scaled some sort of subliminal stuff. They needed McKenna Riley like they needed air.

And worse, they had felt that way about her before she even opened her sweet fuckable mouth. Before she started to rearrange their schedules and eliminated tasks that other PAs couldn’t do. She wasn’t conventional in how she did things. She was extraordinary and inventive and creative and smart. And sexy and sweet, and so fucking lovely, if he gave himself permission he could sit and watch her, and his cock would explode with come without him touching her.

But she was here now, acting as his fiancée the same way she’d done for Kade and Hayden.

He looked down her at, not saying a word.

“I—”

He couldn’t stop himself if he tried. He cupped her face and crushed his lips to hers. The sound she made shattered his control, and now he crushed her body to his, moving her until her back hit the wall. His hands slipped from her face. One glided down to her throat and the other brought her flush against the thickness of his cock.

Her sweet surprised and shocked whimper made his blood burn to touch her.

Fuck she was warm satin and smelled like vanilla and lavender and theirs. She smelled like theirs.

Fucking theirs.

“Did Kade and Hayden touch you,” he rasped against her skin, between kissing her and biting her.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Here,” he asked, rubbing his thumb over her lips.

“Yes,” she breathed. “They had to make it seem real—”

He cut her off. “And here?” His other hand slid up her thigh. She quivered and he wanted to anchor her with his cock immediately.

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