Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22842 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22842 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
But I hardly notice the architecture because I can only think of the men waiting for me. They’re gorgeous, and I can’t wait to see them again.
Get it together Tamara. You can’t dream like this because Jamison, Chris, and Dane are clients, and nothing more! You know better than to get emotionally invested.
But I can’t help it. They’re so damn charismatic, and their charm is irresistible. I’m already wondering when they’ll decide to pop by the Corinthian next. Or was last night just an aberration?
I try to calm my nerves as I walk up toward the entrance and enter the hotel. Where do I go from here? Should I approach one of the receptionists? But then a voice sounds from over my shoulder.
“Tamara North?” a man greets me. He bows low, and is clearly a member of the staff.
“Yes, that’s me,” I murmur.
The man nods.
“Welcome to the Merovingian. My name is Stand, and I’ve been asked by Mr. Merovingian to escort you up to the penthouse. Follow me, please.”
When Stand turns around, I bounce around in my spot for a few moments before trying to look normal. I don’t want to seem like a kid in a candy store, even if that’s what I’m feeling at the moment. Besides, the hotel is luxurious inside, and I can hardly contain a gasp as we make our way to the elevators. There are marble floors, heavy chandeliers hanging from the ceilings, and painted murals on the walls depicting gods, nymphs, animals, and even the Virgin Mary in one. But soon enough, we arrive at the penthouse, and after one knock, the door opens.
“Sir,” Stand bows. “Miss North is here.”
Then, the serving man disappears, leaving me before Dane Merovingian himself. He looks even more handsome today, dressed in a white button down and casual blue jeans. Somehow, his build seems bigger, his hair more black, and those blue eyes gleam when he sees me in the hallway.
“Welcome, sweetheart,” he growls. “Come on in. You look stunning as always.”
I step into the penthouse and gasp. Triple height ceilings stretch thirty feet into the air, and the furniture inside is modern white leather with touches of blue. A huge flat-screen adorns one wall, and to the left I can see a full chef’s kitchen as well as a hallway leading to what must be the bedrooms. Best of all, there’s a terrace outside with a … jacuzzi?
Dane sees what I’m staring at and chuckles.
“Yep, that’s a hot tub,” he purrs. “You can use it if you want.”
I blink.
“Goodness,” is all I can manage in a whisper. “Wow.”
“You look beautiful,” another male voice says from the side, and I spin quickly to see Jamison and Chris emerge from a sitting room on the left. “Welcome.”
“Hi,” I murmur, suddenly feeling very shy. Maybe I should’ve worn something more formal, and not as skanky. Like a simple dress that covers more, or shoes that don’t have clear acrylic heels. But the men don’t look bothered at all. In fact, they’re staring at my outfit with appreciative eyes.
“Beautiful,” Chris murmurs, his eyes sweeping up and down my curves. “Absolutely gorgeous.”
“Thank you.” I decide to accept his compliment with grace, trying to discard my useless worries. “You all look very handsome too.”
“We wanted to look our best for you,” Jamison chuckles, and my eyes widen a little. The thought of them wanting to impress me makes me melt, a blush creeping onto my cheeks as I smile and nod.
“This suite is really nice as well,” I tell them as I look around the environs, trying not to seem too awkward. After all, I’m from a small hamlet in the Midwest, and places like this don’t even exist in my hometown.
“Glad you think so,” Dane purrs, resting his hand on my lower back. “But enough chitchat for now. Why don’t we all grab a glass of wine and cut right to the chase, Tamara? We have something very important to discuss with you.”
I look around at the three men and take a deep breath before nodding, allowing myself to be guided over to one of the huge couches in the sitting room. What do these men have in mind? I can’t wait to find out.
5
JAMISON
Out of all the beautiful women that I’ve had the pleasure of knowing, Tamara is by far the most breathtaking. There’s something about her that’s unexplainably sexy. It’s partly her outfit, which shows off her voluptuous figure and generous assets. But it’s also her personality and verve. She’s charming in a way that I can’t begin to describe, and bold and courageous too. Most importantly, she’s enough of a woman to be able to take on three insatiable men, which is exactly what we need.
After all, Dane, Chris, and I are looking for a woman who’s voracious and cock-hungry. We’ve always been into sharing females, ever since we were freshmen at Ithaca College together. Back then, we’d home in on a particularly pretty co-ed, and then pass her around between the three of us. It worked out well. There’s nothing better than keeping a woman stuffed and satisfied, and no easier way to do that than with three men to do the work. The co-eds liked it too. They’d be surprised and shocked at first, but then they’d quickly adapt to the new lifestyle. Soon, the girls were begging like whores to be taken in all three holes at once, and we kept up the habit for decades, passing women between the three of us like mindless toys to be used.