The FILTHY AND RICH billionaire menage anthology is here to help you start your New Year off sexy! It features five original novellas for just $2.99 from New York Times bestselling author Opal Carew, Sheryl Nantus, Celia Aaron, Charlotte Stein, and Calista Fox.
Drilled by Opal Carew
Evan swam over and rested his hand on the pool’s edge beside her so he didn’t have to tread water.
“You look deep in thought.”
The warm feeling inside Danni flared, turning into a rippling heat. She rested her hand on his shoulder, drawing him closer, then kissed him.
Immediately, her body blazed to life. Exciting tingles frayed the edges of her nerve endings as her lips moved on his. She pushed herself from the step and wrapped her arms around him, deepening the kiss. His mouth responded as his free arm encircled her waist, pulling her nearly naked body tightly to his.
Oh, God, the feel of his hard body against her . . . of being held in his strong embrace . . . made her melt inside.
When their lips parted, she stared at him in a daze.
“That was . . . nice,” he said with a warm but almost stunned smile.
When she felt a hard ridge growing against her belly and realized he was as turned on as she was, her excitement shot through the roof. It was all she could do not to squirm against him.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, and his hard bulge nestled right in the cradle of her legs. Pushing against her steamy, hot, intimate flesh.
“You two look cozy,” Blake said.
Her breath caught. She was here with two men, not just one. Would Blake quietly slip away or . . .
He moved in behind her.
Legally Screwed by Celia Aaron
“You don’t have to work.” Gaines took my hand. “We’ll take care of you.”
“What?” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “Like a mistress or something?”
Cade coughed. “No, not at all. But we’d rather put you on our payroll than see you spend another day in that place. Right, Gaines?”
“Yes. We’ll provide for you. You don’t have to worry.”
“Provide for me? Do you two hear yourselves?” I rose and pulled my hand away from Gaines. “What is this, 1950? I can provide for myself, something I’ve been doing for a long time. I decide what job I have. I decide when I leave.”
“We didn’t mean it that way.” Cade stood. “Please, let’s just all sit down and talk about it.”
“Talk about it? I met you two yesterday, and all of a sudden you know what’s best for me and think you have the right to tell me what to do with my life?” The sheer absurdity of it hit me and I started to giggle. My laughter caught in my throat when I realized that this little fantasy of the three of us playing house was over. “I’m leaving.”
“Leah, please.” Gaines rose.
“No.” I strode around the table and out into the main dining room. Maybe they had mistresses. Maybe I was just one of many. But I wasn’t a fool, and I wouldn’t let them control me.
I could feel them following behind as I wove between tables, and several of the diners glanced up as we passed. The maître d’ opened the chrome front door for me, and I hurried to the elevator bank.
“Leah, please, slow down.” Cade grabbed my elbow.
“This is all wrong. This whole thing.” I waved at the two of them. “It was a one-night thing. Why are you even with me right now?”
Gaines drew his brows together. “Are you kidding? We told you. Women like you don’t come along every day. It’s been a day, but we know.”
“What do you mean you know? I could be a serial killer, a closet klepto, a hoarder, a coke addict. You don’t know me! Is this a game you two like to play or something? Find someone, make her feel beautiful and wanted, then try to get her under your thumb?” I jabbed the elevator call button so hard my knuckle hurt.
“Game? No.” Cade grabbed me by my upper arms and pushed me until my back hit the wall next to the elevator. “That auction on the brownstones I told you about? We knew within five minutes that we had to acquire them. This tower?” Cade smiled. “I bought it on a handshake deal the first time I set foot in it.”
He leaned closer. No one else stood in the elevator area, but someone could walk up at any moment. He was taking a chance. Cade and Gaines were easily recognizable, especially given the frequent news articles and gossip pieces about them. Cade didn’t seem to care, because he pressed his body against mine, stealing my breath as he eyed my lips.
Gaines leaned against the wall next to me. “Do you know why we’re so successful?”
My anger simmered, but desire began to mix with it. I struggled to catch my breath as Cade began pulling my skirt up. “Why?”
Gaines grinned and ran his hand along my thigh as Cade exposed me inch by inch. “Because we can always spot an undervalued asset.”
The elevator opened and Cade pushed me through the doors. My back hit the wall, and before the doors even closed, Cade pressed his lips to mine. I ran my fingers through his hair, the fire inside me obliterating all the anger, the doubt from only moments ago. Gaines swiped a key card across the control pad, then joined us. Both men kissed my throat, their lips tracing trails of heat down my neck to my chest.
Possession by Calista Fox
Sylvia’s stomach fluttered. She didn’t have to be standing to know her knees had gone weak. The sweet sensations mingled with the erotic ones, both incited by the incredibly sexy man who’d grabbed her attention at the party like nothing she’d ever known before and had yet to let go of it.
She was wholly captivated—something that had never happened in Sylvia’s twenty-six years. Not that she hadn’t had a one-night stand or two along the way, but nothing, nothing of this magnitude.
Seth Lofton was strapping and athletic. He had the most mesmerizing emerald eyes that held her enraptured as he filled her, stretched her.
“You feel amazing,” she said as euphoria flooded her veins. He was thick and hard and buried deep inside her.
Her hips started to roll.
“Wait,” he said in a gruff voice. “Not yet, baby. Just wait.”
His jaw clenched. His abs and chest pressed to hers, her breasts nestling under his pecs. All of his muscles were bunched, his body as stiff as a board. She could feel his heart hammering and she bit back a grin that she could turn him on so powerfully.
“Jesus, Sylvia,” he muttered. “I knew it was going to be a snug fit, but . . . Christ . . .”
He gradually began to pump into her. One of Sylvia’s hands plowed through his hair, the other clutched a shoulder blade. She twined a leg with his. Draped the other over his lower back, tightening it so that all his hard angles were melded to her soft curves as she held him in place.
He kissed her throat as he plunged deeper. His hand slipped around to her backside and he palmed a cheek, tilting her pelvis to meet his languid thrusts. He was taking his time with her, eliciting a slow burn that she knew would erupt into an inferno any minute now.
The way he moved within her with his long, confident strokes and the love bites he left on her neck had Sylvia thanking her lucky stars she’d decided to attend the lodge’s grand opening when she’d been hedging all week. What a tragedy to have missed out on this experience. To have missed out on this man.
Three’s Temptation by Sheryl Nantus
She pulled her lips into a tight line and sat up, startling the two men. “I want to be dangerous.”
“Excuse me?” Dane frowned. “Define.”
She reached over and gripped the back of Blake’s head, tugging him close for a hot, hungry kiss that sent a surge of heat through her body, all the way down to her toes.
A second later, after releasing him, she did the same to Dane, enjoying the eager look in Blake’s eyes as he watched.
“I said I want to be dangerous,” she said. “With both of you.”
The guttural sound from Blake stirred her heart.
“I’m tired of dancing alone or with one of you. Let’s dance together.” She stared into a clump of pink and purple flowers. “Let’s stop pretending. Let’s turn some heads and spin some of them right around and off as we do what we should have done five years ago.”
Blake reached behind her to punch Dane on the shoulder. “She’s gotten even feistier over time. I love it.”
Dane paused and she saw the businessman come back to the forefront, weighing his words before speaking.
He studied her face. “Are you sure? Because once this gets out there’s no going back.” He looked at Blake. “It could get really hot until things settle down and people move on to the next juicy gossip tidbit.”
Blake rolled his shoulders back. “We’ve seen worse about us and others, when you think about it.”
Dane looked at her, one eyebrow raised in question.
She nodded, digging her toes into the grass. “We can handle it.”
Not Safe for Work by Charlotte Stein
“So glad you could join us, Ms. Elliot,” Hartford said, as if everything were totally normal. Even though he had to pull away from the kiss he was giving Abel to do it.
His mouth was still glistening from it, when he addressed her.
His lips were still red, as if they’d been doing it for a while.
And even more arresting: they were both hard.
She could see the shape of their stiff cocks through their slacks, as clear as anything. Hartford didn’t even try to hide it—though really, why should he? This was a real thing now. An ongoing liaison, between the three of them. When he called her and Abel to his home, he didn’t mean to discuss company matters. He meant for this. He meant to fuck.
And god she wanted to.
The second she saw them, something inside her shifted.
She was wet before she went over to them. Wet before Hartford clasped the back of her head, and brought her mouth to his. Softly, tenderly—more so than she could ever have dreamed or hoped for. Our first kiss, she thought, so good and sweet it made her whole body fizz. Her nipples tightened a little more, her clit swelled against the confines of her silk panties. All Hartford had to do was run a hand over the front of her skirt and sensation poured through and from that stiff little bud.
And both of them knew it.
How could they not when she moaned like that into Hartford’s mouth? When her body went limp in arms she hadn’t realized were around her? She was practically spreading her legs before Hartford has so much as lifted her skirt, her mouth hot and greedy on his. There was no way they could doubt—and they didn’t.
While Hartford kissed her, Abel started to unbutton and undo. He made short work of her blouse, her skirt, her bra, and once she was completely free, it was Hartford who went to touch her. He lifted a hand to her bare chest with just the slightest hint of hesitation. His eyes flicked to Abel briefly, his breath held just a little.
And then Abel nodded and he closed the gap. He cradled her breast in a way that made her moan. Softly, reverently, as if the feel of her was something incredible. It turned his gaze soft and his breath shaky—but best of all it urged him to do other things. After a second he actually dared to bend his head and lick, soft and sweet enough that it turned her moan into a sob. She almost brought her hands up, to push him into doing more.
But Abel got there before she could.