Executive Package (11 page)

They entered a spacious dining room. The table was bare except for an exquisite tropical flower arrangement in a Chinese vase, and four neat stacks of papers. Four men and three women, all perfectly coiffed and wearing perfectly tailored suits, waited, their faces set grimly.

Elle looked at her lovers, wondering why these people seemed so depressed.

“I have to tell you, Jonathan, I think this is a mistake,” one of the men said, his voice low. He was tall, with a strong nose and jaw, piercing gray eyes, and a swoop of fine black hair. His glance brushed over Elle. “As your lawyer—”
 

The little man who had opened the door puffed up his chest. “
You
think this is a bad idea? My nephew is throwing away his inheritance over a piece of pussy.”

There was an explosion of activity as the lawyers—assuming that’s what they all were—provided a wall of safety, keeping Jonathan and Nolan from attacking Nolan’s uncle.

Only Cunningham stayed back, his arms tight around Elle, but when she looked up, the murderous stare in his eyes frightened her to her core.
 

“Nolan,” Cunningham said carefully, “does he need to be here?”

“He and Nolan need to sign the final copy at the same time,” one of the lawyers answered.

“Sign it,” Cunningham growled. “And then get out or I’ll have the cops throw you out.”

“But this is my home. Mine! I’ve been living here for twenty years.” Nolan’s uncle seemed ready to burst into flames.

“I’m not kicking you out,” Nolan said, sounding exhausted. “You’re heading out of town as soon as we finish, and I can promise you that we’ll be long gone by the time you return.” He picked up a pen. “Where do we sign?”

“Do you have any idea how much work it will be to manage all of this!” Nolan’s uncle screamed. “You’ll be broke before you’re thirty.”

Nolan pulled the cap off the pen and tossed it aside. “I’m ready to sign,” he said, his tone even.

The lawyers sprang into action, and Elle watched as Nolan scrawled his name over and over again, on page after page.

A handsome man with thick, dark hair entered, and a nervous woman in her mid-twenties followed him in. Her orange-streaked brown hair was pulled back into a tight but imperfect bun, her eyeliner was unevenly applied, and the coral lipstick was all wrong for her skin tone.
 

The handsome newcomer and Cunningham exchanged nods. “Go sit over there,” the newcomer said to the nervous woman. “You will scan the signed pages as we send them over.”
 

“Sure.” She nodded too enthusiastically, her golden eyes darting around the room before she hurried to the little table in the corner.
 

The back of her skirt sported a deep, uneven crease, revealing the edge of the pink lining, and her stockings were ripped behind the knee. Elle immediately felt sorry for her; she’d been there. She knew how it was to feel in over her head. Still, the woman was very pretty, with wide-set, doe eyes and a smattering of light freckles across her cheeks.

“She’s just out of law school,” the elegant man explained to Cunningham before turning to Elle. “I’ve heard a lot about you. My name is Alexander Barthes. Congratulations on your merger.”

“Merger?” Elle echoed.

He shrugged. “It was the best we could come up with on short notice, but I have to say that it’s a sound idea. If my friends and I meet our soul mate, we may well do the same.” He turned, all business, and glanced at the piles on the table. “Where’s your identification? We’ll need to take a photo of it.”

Nolan looked up from signing. “Give him your driver’s license,” he said.
 

Elle fished her wallet out of her purse, her movements unfocused. Merger?
Merger?
 

Jonathan’s warm hands rubbed her back. “Why don’t you go sit for a moment? You won’t have nearly as much to sign as we do.”

“Merger?” she repeated, stunned.

“You wanted all of us,” he said with that handsome grin of his. “This is what you wanted.”

“Unlike a marriage, this can’t be dissolved easily,” Jonathan’s lawyer said. “At least, not without the consent of all four parties.” He didn’t sound happy about it.

Nolan put down his pen. “Someone get a coffee for Elle. Lots of cream and sugar, and for heaven’s sake, make sure it’s hot.”
 

Cunningham took her shoulders in his hands. “Once these papers are signed, the three of us are bound together. We share everything. We’re equals. This is permanent. It’s what you wanted… what we all wanted, really. Permanence and stability without trading what makes us unique.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Now go sit.”

Elle raised her eyes to his. There was a little smile on his face. He nodded once, and that’s when she knew it was real.

Dazed, Elle walked to the table where the nervous woman held a portable scanner in her hand. She looked at Elle, then away.

“Is this all in a day’s work for lawyers?” Elle asked as she dropped onto an ornately carved chair. She still couldn’t wrap her mind around it, couldn’t understand why these men would do this for her. It was lunacy.

The woman looked up. “Oh, I… I don’t actually know what’s going on. Today is my first day.”

Elle sighed and pushed her hair out of her eyes.
 

“Ohmigosh,” the woman gasped. “Your engagement ring is gorgeous!”

Elle smiled shyly. “Thanks.”

“May I?” The woman took her hand. “I’ve never seen anything like it. So who’s the lucky guy?”

“Oh.” That question. She’d better get used to answering it. “You see the really tall muscular man with the dark hair?” Elle asked. “Him.”

The woman’s golden eyes went wide. “Wow.”

“And the hot blonde guy. Him, too. And the one with the gorgeous blue eyes who seems to have a hand cramp from signing his name. That one as well.”

The woman’s face went blank, and she blinked at Elle, then smiled nervously—she had coral lipstick on her teeth—and looked away.

A little giggle bubbled up in Elle’s throat. She pressed her hand over her mouth, the ring warm on her lips. All the stress lifted away from her shoulders, and she gave up on trying to be appropriate, threw her head back and laughed, letting the wonderful absurdity of the situation have its way with her.
 

Epilogue

Someone knocked on the bathroom door, a curt, sharp
rap, rap, rap.

“One second,” Elle called out. There were so many bathrooms in their new beach house that she knew it wasn’t someone needing to wash his hands.
 

She dropped her hairbrush and slipped into a decadently soft robe before hurrying to the door. Cunningham lounged against the wall. His loose, white linen pants and shirt made his tan skin glow, and his smile lit up his face.

“Finish up, woman,” he said, “Or I’ll be forced to spank you for making us late.”

“And afterward I can spank you for making us even later?”

“You’re welcome to try.” He pressed a quick, tickling kiss to her neck, and Elle ducked away, her shoulder hitched up, a smile on her lips.
 

She ran the brush through her hair again, her tongue between her teeth as she concentrated. Her makeup looked fine, but she couldn’t seemed to get her hair pinned up just right.

Nolan appeared in the doorway. “Need help?” He was already dressed, wearing board shorts and a blue polo. He’d showered after his run along the beach, and his dark hair was still damp and messy.

“I want it in a bun, or the wind will blow it in my eyes,” Elle said.

He raised an eyebrow. “If you’re tired of Hawaii, we can go—”

“No! Not at all. I’m not tired of it here.”

“Glad to hear it.” He moved behind her, his body so warm and reassuring. Elle watched in the mirror as he swept her hair up and easily looped it into a smooth knot, then clipped down the ends with little pins.
 

“Where did you learn to do that?” She raised a hand to test how secure it was, and her ring glinted in the mirror, catching the light.
 

Jonathan leaned into the bathroom. “Need help getting dressed?”

She shoved the men out, because if she didn’t, they’d never get to the luau.
 

As the four of them walked along the quiet, deserted beach between the sprawling beach house and the evening’s festivities, Elle shivered in the slightly cool breeze. Maybe she should have worn more than this loose, flowing dress, but she’d bought it when they first arrived, a few weeks earlier, and her men loved it.

“Cold?” Cunningham came up behind her, wrapping his arms over hers. As they walked, the feeling of the thin clothes slipping between their bodies turned her shivers into quivers of anticipation.

The luau was in full swing, with loud music and billowing smoke that made Elle’s eyes water. Nolan chose seats on the outskirts of the happenings, and the others sat next to him.

Elle settled in Cunningham’s lap.
 

“Careful,” he grunted.
 

She leaned back on him, wiggling her butt to get his attention.

“I warned you,” he growled. He threw her easily over his shoulder, and she went still, enjoying the feeling of his strong forearms across the backs of her knees.

He carried her down the beach a bit, and as soon as they were out of sight, he carefully lowered her. Because she was only wearing sandals, and not high heels like in the office, she felt tiny in front of him.

“What are you?” he asked.
 

She sighed in contentment. This wasn’t a new question; ever since the “merger” he asked a few times a week. “I don’t know,” she said slyly. “Am I chilly?”

He pulled off his shirt and threw it onto the sand, then growled as he carefully took her to the ground, his body over hers. “I’ll show you what you are.” Even in the darkness, he stared into her eyes as he undid the drawstring that held up his loose pants.

Using his knees, he separated her legs, and his hands flipped up her dress. “What are you?”

She wanted to resist him, but she was powerless when he got like this, all possessive and serious. “I’m yours.”

“Damned right.” He yanked off her panties, and his cock pressed into her in a hungry thrust. She moaned, arching her back, the sand shifting under her head.

“She’s ours,” Nolan growled, kneeling. “Share.”

Cunningham easily rolled over without yielding an inch of her pussy; now he was under her, her thighs spread wide over his thick, muscular hips. He ran his hands up the backs of her legs and spread her ass for Nolan.

A moment later, Nolan pressed into her. She shuddered as Jonathan knelt near her face and guided her mouth onto his cock.

The crashing waves easily covered the noises of the horny men. No matter how many times they fucked her, they seemed to only want more. Which suited her fine because nothing made her as happy as when they came at her, their eyes full of possessive hunger.

Someone grabbed her breasts, pinching her nipples until she ached. In the darkness, her lovers were like one massive being that could read her mind, knowing just when to hurt and when to rub, when to slap and when to caress.

And her body accommodated them joyfully, just like it had since the first time she met them. Because even then, on some level, they had all known one, overarching truth: she was theirs and they were hers.
 

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CARELESS

After being forced out of his company, Nelson returns home a billionaire with a hole in his life. When he meets Kimberly and Samuel, he decides he’ll have them both.

But Kimberly and Samuel aren’t a couple, and Samuel’s the one holding things up. He hasn’t dated a woman in five years, and even though it’s plain he loves Kimberly, he agrees to Nelson’s threesome on the condition that it be only one night.

Kimberly would marry Samuel in an instant if he asked. He’s just not interested. But a single night to satisfy her curiosity is better than never knowing Samuel’s kiss.

There’s no way for Nelson, Samuel and Kimberly to all get what they want, and one careless moment of weakness carries the power to destroy everything.