Page 21 of Gifted to The Billionaires

“Isthatwhat you’re worried about?” Cal frowns, reaching for me and gesturing to come closer.

I do, turning to face them, inches from each of their bodies. They’re both in designer suits; Nik in black and Cal in beige. I tried to match myself to them so I picked a little black dress and cute beige heeled boots.

I release a held breath. “I’m notworried, per se. I’m concerned that being with me will hurt your reputations and in turn, your businesses. I don’tpersonallycare what anyone has to say about us, but it would hurt me if either of you were affected negatively because of me.”

Before either of them can speak, I add, “I don’t need to be seen in public on your arms to be happy. I love you both so much and I’ll still love you if we keep this private.”

“Are you done?” Cal asks, jaw ticking. He doesn’t look pleased.

I gulp. “Um, yes?”

He gives me a stern look. “There’s no way in fucking hell that we’re hiding you, Ivy. You aren’t a little plaything for us to take out only when it benefits us. You’re our girl, and we’re taking you to dinner because you bloody well deserve a nice meal. Wewantto be seen with you. I want every sorry sod in the city to be well fucking aware that you’re unavailable.”

Nik clears his throat, attempting to break the intensity of Cal’s declaration. “I agree with every word Cal just said, pchelka. But to ease your worries, I assure you, we’re not concerned about backlash. We aren’t in typically conservative markets. Shareholders don’t expect strict’moral’values from us.”

“And even if they did,” Cal jumps in again. “We’d sooner sell offeverythingthan constantly hide you away in our penthouse like some dirty little secret. We’re proud to be with you and that’s never going to change.”

I swallow hard and fan my face, fighting tears. “Fuck, my makeup,” I whisper, fanning harder.

Nik chuckles and pulls me in for a long hug. Callahan joins, wrapping his arms around the both of us at once. I feel like a weight has been lifted off of my shoulders. Speaking to these two always makes me feel better. They always know just what to say, and I can’t believe I’m lucky enough to have them.

* * *

The restaurant is lovely and surprisingly quite private. We have a lovely table toward the back, out of the way from prying eyes. They aren’t hiding me here, but they know this is more comfortable for me. They couldn’t hide me now even if they tried since they both kissed me before we were escorted back here.

It appears Nik and Callahan Mikhaylov are fans of actions speaking louder than words. They’re showing me just how much they’re not afraid of being seen with me.

They’re spoiling me too, having us driven here in their limo instead of their town car. I am not a girl who needs to be lavished with gifts. My love language leans more toward words of affirmation and acts of service. But being best friends with two billionaires has trained me to be more comfortable with luxury.

We’ve only ordered drinks and starters so far. Wine all around and my favorite creamy gnocchi soup. The very same kind they were going to pick up and bring to me yesterday, thinking I wasn’t feeling well. I’m so glad Nik and Cal picked a place we’ve been to before because it’s as tasty as it always is.

Unfortunately, I’m having a hard time deciding on an entrée because I can’t stop thinking about leaving early. I’ve been waiting years for these two, and it seems that I’m not going to stop craving them any time soon.

With sex on the brain, I haven’t even finished my soup when I start feeling hot.

“Pchelka, what are you thinking about?” Nik teases, noticing my blush. He’s sitting on the opposite side of the table as Cal and me, choosing the spot so that he can look at us without turning his head. He’s so romantic!

“Um, skipping dinner to go home…” I answer quietly, nibbling on my lip.

“To do what?” he asks innocently.

Feeling bold, I say, “to come.”

A filthy smirk paints his face, giving my stomach a warm flip.

“No need to leave for that, baby.”

My breathing stalls as Nik climbs under the table, disappearing beneath the long, white cloth. I hear the faintest sound of metal clicking and somehow I know it’s Callahan’s belt being undone. Since our backs are to a wall, Cal teasingly lifts the tablecloth just enough for me to see a blond head of hair and a flushed face shamelessly licking and kissing his hardening dick.

I shiver and attempt to cross my legs to hold in my arousal when Nik reaches for my bare thigh with his free hand, spreading me open wide. I don’t have time to think, blink, or breathe before he’s pushing my panties to the side and seeking out my clit. He finds my flesh already swollen and warm, damp from the dirty thoughts I’ve been thinking since before we even arrived.

Noticing that I’m ready and don’t need to be warmed up, he moves lower. Two fingers circle my center before driving right inside, making themself at home in my snug heat. My pussy swallows the digits greedily, and pleasure swarms in my gut. I have to work so hard not to make a sound.

He pumps his fingers expertly and begins to open his lips for more than kisses on Callahan. Nik swallows the length of Cal’s cock from tip to root. My face is flaming as I watch him beneath the table. I’m hardly being subtle at all, but I can’t help it. Seeing his mouth stuffed full while getting fingered simultaneously is so ridiculously hot, that it’s impossible to hide how turned on I am.

“Breathe, Ivy,” Cal tells me quietly. He moves in closer to kiss the side of my head and lowers his voice. “You don’t want the whole restaurant to know that your cunt is leaking all over the place, do you? I certainly don’t want anyone to find out. We’re the only ones allowed to see how good Nik looks with his throat worshiping my cock, aren’t we?”

I shakily nod my head, biting back a gasp as Nik’s thumb works my clit.

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