Wow!! Will and Prue really know how to spice things up in their marriage. Will Prue get her Naughty fantasy fulfilled? Will it be a Mysterious stranger or someone they know. Will has many projects in the works so Prue worries if their marriage can actually handle the consequences? A very steamy consensual naughty tale that hooks you in really quick! HEA’s are my driving force to read!
Billionaires' Reluctant Brides, 2
Prue’s husband Will has ticked off most of her fantasies, all except one. When he draws up a contract to fulfill her fantasy of a threesome, she’s unsure what to do.
Billionaire William Burberry, the fourth, has everything he ever wanted in his wife Prue. She may be a mouthy ex-waitress with a terrible upbringing, but she fits him perfectly in bed and out. But he sees the way she looks at her best friend with her two boyfriends.
Will would do anything for her, even if it means sharing her with another man for a night. One night meant to fulfill Prue’s fantasy for her birthday present.
Can she ignore her worries and go for her fantasy?
Be Warned: menage sex (MFM)
I crept down the stairs. Will’s necktie swished across my breasts and belly like the strokes of Will’s fingers would soon. My body hummed with anticipation. The thong inflamed my growing arousal with each step. At this rate, I’d come before Will even touched me. Almost. I huffed out a breath. Pregnancy made me hornier than usual. I turned the doorknob and flung open his office door, intent on making an entrance.
Will’s head jerked up from leaning over his wooden desk. It wasn’t the first time I’d barged in here. It wouldn’t be the last either. His gaze heated with instant lust. He’d be hard under the desk, and I’d go down on my knees for the man. Show him how much he meant to me.
I stepped into the room.
“Prue,” a deep voice said from my left, behind the door.
My gaze snapped to the impeccably dressed man. Marco, Will’s lawyer and friend from their college days, stood at the bookshelf, a leather-bound book in his hand and an amused smile tugging at his lips.
“Shit, Marco, I didn’t realize you were here.” I stepped backward.
“Stay,” Will commanded. “Shut the door.”
I flicked my gaze back to Will. His heated look sent a flood of moisture to my already damp folds. I wet my lips and pushed the door shut.
“It’s no different than a bikini.” I strode further into the room. “And you’ve seen me plenty of times in one of those.”
Will pushed his black leather office chair back on its wheels and patted his lap. I’d ridden Will many times in his chair. Damn, the man turned me on even more. I skirted the desk and sat on Will’s lap with a little wriggle to show how much I wanted him. His hands landed on my hips and held them still against the growing bulge underneath my butt.
Marco raised a thick eyebrow and sat in the chair on the other side of the desk.
“I’m glad you’re here.” Will stroked his thumbs down my sides.
A delicious explosion of goosebumps rippled across my skin.
I turned my face to his. “Me too, now kick Marco out.” I flung Marco an apologetic smile.
Will chuckled. “After we talk.”
He shook his head and let go of my waist. “Marco brought a contract over for us to look at.”
I rolled my eyes. “I’m no businesswoman.”
“True,” Will said with a grin.
“This contract is for you and Will,” Marco said, opening his briefcase and taking out a pile of papers.
I frowned. What do we need a contract for? We were already married. I’d already signed a prenuptial agreement. Will doesn’t want a divorce, does he? Pain flared to every bone in my body. My heart threatened to beat out of my chest.
I stood in a rush. “What’s going on?”
“Prue, relax,” Will said.
“How can I relax?” I said, my voice rising. “Married people don’t give their partners papers unless they’re asking for a divorce.”
“What?” Will sat back in his chair with a start. “You think I’d want a divorce?”
“For fuck’s sake.” Marco stood and shoved the papers between us. “No one wants a divorce. Stop acting like idiots. Here, read this, Prue, before you jump to conclusions.”
Like a bucket of ice water had hit me, or as if Marco had slapped some sense into me, I took the contract. Marco sat back in the chair. I dropped my gaze to the papers in my hands. The words on the paper weren’t for a divorce. I opened my mouth. Shut it. I kept reading.
“Well?” Marco asked.
I sank my ass on the edge of the desk. “I didn’t expect this.”
“It’s not every day I draw up a contract for a married couple to have a threesome with someone else,” he said.
“I bet.” My lips tugged up into a wry grin. I glanced at Will. The muscle in his jaw clenched and unclenched. Crap, I’d pissed him off. “Will?”
“What?” he ground out.
“Why did you do this?” I waved the papers.
He shrugged. “At your college graduation party, you said it was your fantasy when you saw your friend Tiff with Dieter and Dex. I thought it would be a suitable birthday present for you.”
I giggled uncontrollably and let the papers flutter to the desk. Sure, I’d said that, but I never would have thought Will would make it happen. I slammed a hand over my mouth and brought my giggles under control.
“Finished?” Will cocked an eyebrow.
“Yes.” I nodded and wiped at the corners of my eyes. “This is silly. You want to pick up some random guy and let him do your wife at the same time as you.”
Will placed his hands on the desk on either side of my thighs and leaned closer to me. “I want to make you happy.” His warm breath blew over my damp thong.
“I’m happy,” I said, cupping his cheek over his five o’clock shadow.
“You’ve given me so much. I want to give you everything, Prue.”
I bit my lip. “You’ve given me too much already.”
Will turned his head and pressed a kiss to my palm. “Let me give you more. It doesn’t have to be a random man.”
“It couldn’t be someone I know. How would I ever look at them again?”
Will’s gaze flicked to Marco sitting behind me.
I peered over my shoulder. “Shit, I forgot you were still here.”
Marco smiled indulgently. What was it with these forty-year-old men who thought they knew everything?