3 Times the Heat (Forbidden Fantasies #88) Read Online S.E. Law

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Forbidden Tags Authors: Series: Forbidden Fantasies Series by S.E. Law
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Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22842 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
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“Wife!” Dane snorts with derision. “Not likely. You guys know me. I’m not exactly one to settle down.”

Jamison shrugs his broad shoulders.

“I don’t know, bro. Maybe if you found the right woman. Hell, maybe he needs a woman like Tamara to settle down with,” Jamison winks as he turns his attention back to me. “A sexy little thing like you would make the perfect wife for our man here. Assuming you’re legal, of course.”

“I’m twenty,” I reassure them in a smart tone. “The Corinthian would never break the law.”

Jamison shrugs, watching as the dealer deals a new hand.

“Some girls lie just to get the job,” he drawls.

“I’m not one of them,” I state again. “I’m legal all the way.”

“Oh good,” Chris growls, surveying my curvy form. “Maybe Dane should get you pregnant and make you into a happy little housewife then. Would you like that?” he asks while waggling his brows at me. “The wife of one of the richest men in Vegas?”

I merely giggle while shimmying a bit in Jamison’s lap. The big man groans beneath me as my bottom rocks over his shaft.

“I’m too young to be a housewife!”

All three men cock their brows at me.

“Yes, but age aside, isn’t that what women want? You’d never have to work again.”

“Oh you guys!” I laugh helplessly. “Of course that’s not what I want. Work isn’t some awful chore that’s a lodestone around your neck. We women have goals and aspirations in life, you know. We’re not all just fun and games.”

The three men share another look, and I can feel something brewing in the air between them.

“Well, that’s good to know,” Dane drawls, putting his cards down casually. Jamison and Chris nod while following suit.

“Very good to know,” Chris echoes as he looks me up and down, his gaze suddenly ravenous. “Let me ask you something, Tamara. Have you ever played whack a mole?”

I pause for a moment, bewildered. Where is this line of questioning from?

“Whack a mole, as in the carnival game? Where you take a big hammer that you slam down whenever a fake mole pops its head out of a burrow?”

“Yeah exactly,” Dane says in a smooth tone. “Except we have our own version that’s a little more exciting. Would you be interested?”

I pause, taken slightly off-guard.

“Yes, if that’s what you’re interested in. But how are we going to play whack a mole when you guys are busy with cards at the moment? Or am I missing something?”

The men share a look, their expressions curiously neutral, yet aroused too.

“Well, this is a version of whack a mole that can more accurately be described as ‘chase the cock,’” Jamison smirks.

I gawk at them.

“I’m sorry?” I whisper.

The three men aren’t fazed, and Chris lifts an eyebrow at me.

“Basically, there are three of us and one of you. Whenever you see a bare cock up in the air, you sit on it. You cover it with your pussy like a whack a mole. Get it? It’s fun, I promise.”

I gasp, my eyes widening as I finally realize what they want. Are these men serious? They want to bare their cocks and then have me sit on them? Holy cow.

Yet I’m tempted to say yes because the three men are charming and incredibly attractive. Not only that, but my mouth waters as I think of getting to play with their cocks. Are they huge, huger, or hugest? Are “huger” and “hugest” even words? Yet I don’t care because suddenly, I know what my answer will be as heat floods my thighs.

“Well, if I decide to play with you guys, then what about the dealer?” I murmur while looking at them through my lashes. I side-eye the older gentleman, and he’s completely silent while staring down expressionless at the green felt tabletop.

“What about the dealer?” Chris drawls.

I shrug like the dealer’s not even present.

“Well, he’ll be watching. Him and the bartender too.”

All three men turn to glance at the bartender before turning back to me.

“I’m sure Stone pays his employees to be discreet. Just like he pays you.”

I nod, biting my lip.

“Yes, that’s true,” I murmur. “Mr. Thompson is very generous and very kind.”

“Then what do you say?” Chris drawls, those blue eyes gleaming. “Are you in or are you out, Tamara?”

I bite my lip while squirming a bit in Jamison’s lap. I can feel my pussy tingling already, and my juices start to drip down my inner thighs as I imagine bouncing around between the three gorgeous men’s cocks. This could be fun … but am I up for the challenge?

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CHRIS

When Dane first suggested that we come by to pay the Corinthian a visit, I wasn’t interested. I figured there were better things that I could do with my time, and better places to do them too. But that asshole was hellbent on coming out to the Corinthian, so here we are.



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