Money Shot (36 page)

“Thanks.” Miranda gave him and James a tight smile and hustled to the bathroom. As soon as she made it inside the marble showcase, she shut the door and exhaled. First they paid two hundred and fifty thousand for a date. Then they bought an entire amusement park. Now she was standing in an apartment that had to cost millions to rent.

She wasn’t that kind of woman. She was ordinary. Average. Too thick in the hips. Shit, she was an engineer who figured out how to flat pack tables and chairs and bookcases. Not an oil tycoon or real estate mogul. She didn’t even own a car.

Dawn would tell her to let it go and enjoy herself. Pretend to be rich for a day and wrap herself up in two billionaires for a night. But could she do it? She stepped toward the mirror and examined her reflection. Was there an adventurous woman trapped inside there somewhere?

After using the restroom, smoothing her hair, and spot checking her makeup, she decided there must be. At least for one night. With a deep breath, she turned toward the door, opened it, and found herself in a sumptuous bedroom. King bed, crisp sheets, different city view. She stepped in and her feet sunk into plush, decadent carpet.
Oh no! My shoes!
She slipped them off and her toes melted into the silk fibers.

Wow
. So this is how billionaires live. Opulence and class. And views nowhere else could beat. Miranda crept over to the closest window and kneeled on the chaise in front of it. She shouldn’t be sneaking into Winston’s bedroom, but it wasn’t like she was snooping. Just…absorbing.

Dusk had fallen and the lights of the city lit up for miles and miles. As far as she could see, lights twinkled and sparkled and rippled across the landscape. As she leaned over to look down, a pair of arms slipped around her waist.

“You’ve found my bedroom, I see. Tell me. What do you think?”

Miranda bit her lip and glanced at Winston as he tucked his head against her shoulder. “It’s breathtaking. This view is better than the Central Park side.”

“You really think so?”

“Mmm-hmm. Don’t you?”

“I don’t know. You can see lights out of any window in Manhattan. You can only see trees out of a few.”

“I suppose.”

James stepped up next to them and brushed her hair off her face. “When you didn’t come out, we wondered if you’d snuck out the service entrance.”

Miranda blushed. “I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to apologize for.”

“James is right. But that’s enough talking. If you’re not hungry, I can think of a million things I’d rather do than stare out my bedroom window. Many of which involve you and that fluffy king bed over there.”

James chuckled. “I’ll second that.”

She spun around in Winston’s embrace and before she could say another word, his lips were there, kissing her quiet.

Oh, wow.
The splendor of his apartment had pushed the memories of his lips right out of her mind. The man could kiss. Soft and slow, deep and sensual. He slid his hands up her back and swiped his tongue across her mouth, demanding entry.

She opened on a moan, letting him in to lap at her tongue and tease her higher. As she squirmed on the chaise, her knees pressing into the patterned fabric, James slipped behind her and unzipped her dress.
Oh my God! Two men.
In the moment, she’d forgotten. But with one kissing her and one easing her dress off her shoulders, she had to face it.

Part of her freaked out—it was inappropriate. Wicked. But the other part—the one soaking through her panties and throbbing in need—said the hell with it. She’d already agreed and Dawn was right. If you only get one night to live out a fantasy, make it a good one.

As their tongues toyed with each other, Winston found her hands and helped her off the chaise. Her dress fell to the floor and James kneeled at her feet, wrapping his hands around her legs and caressing her body. Sparks of electricity arced across her skin as he stood up behind her and unclasped her bra. It sprang open and the weight of her breasts pulled the lace off her shoulders. Miranda quivered as it fell to the floor.

Naked and exposed wasn’t how she usually approached sex. Men didn’t fawn all over her body, rubbing their hands over her hips and across her belly. But James touched her like she was dipped in gold. Precious and valuable. Sexy. He stepped forward, pressing his hips against hers until his erection dug into her ass.
Damn
. Thick and hard even through his jeans. Her sex clenched at the thought of him inside her.

Snaking his hands around the front of her, he lifted her breasts. They filled his hands and spilled over as he pressed them together, mashing her nipples close as Winston broke their kiss and stepped back.

“You have fucking amazing tits, Miranda.” He glanced up at her and she blushed. “Hold them James, just like that.”

Oh my God
. The way Winston gave instructions—it turned her bones to jelly and set her clit on fire. As James cupped her breasts, Winston fell to his knees, staring at her as her nipples hardened in the air. It was like James offered her up to him—standing there, mashing her breasts together, massaging her sensitive skin as Winston licked his lip.

With a grin, Winston leaned in, lapping at first one and then the other.
Oh!
Each flick sent a tremor through her and she fought to keep her eyes open. As Winston rolled her nipple around his mouth, a shock of wetness soaked Miranda’s panties. The way they worshiped her—it was magic. And she wasn’t leaving until she’d soaked up every last drop.

James rubbed his cock against her ass and ground his teeth together. Watching Winston lick and suck Miranda’s tits was fucking unbelievable. She leaned back, pushing against his crotch as Winston suckled. As she turned her head, he took advantage, diving forward to capture her mouth in a bruising kiss.

She was even better than he’d imagined at the auction. Honest. Funny. Gorgeous. He pressed his lips into hers and she moaned, snapping his resolve. Screw kissing—he had to taste her whether Winston cared or not. He let her breasts go and they bounced in the air, slipping away from his partner. As Miranda shivered, James hooked his thumbs inside her panties and tugged them off.
There. So much better
.

He took her by the hand and led her to the bed. Winston yanked down the covers and James guided her to sit. As he looked up into her eyes, he sank to his knees. “I can’t stand there anymore with your gorgeous body in front of me and not taste you.” He grabbed her knees and forced them wide, spreading her open and raising her legs until she fell back onto the bed.

Mmm
. Her pussy shone with slippery heat—the plump, swollen lips begging for his tongue. With a grin, he eased forward, licking her outer lips with slow, wide strokes. Her whole body shook and he slipped lower, thrusting his tongue inside her waiting hole. She cried out and Winston climbed up onto the mattress, stark naked.

His partner’s cock stood long and straight, bouncing as he kneeled on the bed. Would Miranda be willing to fuck both of them? To have them both inside her? He planted kisses all over her folds, teasing and toying, but never touching Miranda’s clit. He wanted it to last.

As Winston reached out to fondle her breast, she blinked her eyes open. James tensed as she hesitated, his whole body begging for her to make a move. She looked down at him with a question in her eyes.
Is she…asking permission?
The thought gave him a rush and he nodded as he licked a path straight through her folds and over her clit.

She cried out in shock and turned to Winston, reaching for his cock. Her fingers slipped over the shaft and James picked up speed, lapping and flicking and smothering himself in her juices. Fuck, she tasted so sweet. He could eat her cream all night.

Winston scooted closer and Miranda turned her head to the side, opening her mouth to take his cock inside. He slipped past her lips and Winston grabbed her head, guiding her deeper.
So fucking hot
. Watching him take control and guide her head back and forth. All while James worked her tight little pussy and brought her to orgasm.

She shivered and shook beneath him and he knew she was close. He picked up speed, flicking her little nub back and forth, rolling it around until she whimpered and arched and lost her rhythm. Winston pulled back and his dick popped free as she cried out.

Spasms wracked her whole body, jiggling her breasts, shaking the mattress. The hottest thing he’d seen in years. Watching a woman come apart—a real earth-shattering, I’ve forgotten my name, orgasm—was unbelievable. Priceless.

She groaned and reached for him, dragging him up onto the mattress until she found his lips. Her tongue thrust inside his mouth and her slick cream coated her own face.
Fuck
. He wanted inside her. Winston slipped off the bed and Miranda broke their kiss.

“I want your cock in my mouth. Right now. Get naked.”

James grinned and did her bidding—sliding off the bed before stripping and tossing his clothes on the floor. As he climbed back up on the mattress, Winston tore open a condom. The sound made Miranda turn and James sucked in a breath. Watching Winston fuck her while she sucked his dick would be epic.

Winston sheathed his cock and stepped up to the bed. “Please tell me I can fuck you. I’m so fucking hard and I can’t wait to fill you up. And James…he needs your lips. And that tongue.”

Miranda grinned and spread her legs. “Do it. Fuck me.” She turned to James and looked up at his face as she opened wide and took him in.
Oh, fuuuuck
. Her lips wrapped around his shaft and she took him deep. Winston was right. He did need her mouth.

Over and over she bobbed her head, lapping at his shaft, toying with his head while Winston watched. After a minute, he stepped up and grabbed her by the hips. James could see his cock nudging at her entrance and he steeled himself.

In a single thrust, Winston filled her and she groaned around James’s dick. Her hands flew out and she gripped his thighs, holding on as Winston pulled back and thrust again. Her head slid forward in time with his hips and in moments, they’d found a rhythm. Her sucking his dick while Winston fucked her hard.

She moaned with every thrust and the vibrations of her pleasure only sent James higher. He tensed and reached for her, pulling her head close, nudging his cock deeper until he hit the back of her throat. She shuddered around his shaft and he pulled back before thrusting again.

Over and over they worked each other until Winston grunted and came. His face contorted into a mask of pleasure and Miranda cried out. She picked up speed, pumping with her hand and her mouth until James couldn’t hold back anymore. His dick grew rock hard and with a strangled cry, he came, releasing deep inside her hungry mouth.

Winston slipped out of her and as the last of his orgasm waned, Miranda pulled off James and fell back on the bed. Eyes closed, body relaxed, lips parted in a sexy little O. She was a goddess. One he wanted to worship again and again.

His partner padded off to the bathroom and James slid down the mattress, planting kisses on her naked arms. He couldn’t wait to fuck her. Watching Winston bury himself inside her as she sucked him was powerful. But he wasn’t close to done. Running his hand up and down her side, he coaxed her back to life, drawing out tiny gasps with every swipe of his hand.