The Boss's Proposal (Billionaire Bad Boy BBW Romance)(10)

"Well you don't look rich."

Lance helped her up onto the boat and then down into the cabin. It was a  lot bigger than she had thought it would be with sofas around the walls  and a table in the middle of the floor space. There was a bar in the  corner and a drinks refrigerator. Lance moved over to it and took two  bottles of water out, handing her one. She took it, drinking gratefully.  Then she noticed that there was blood dripping down his arm where his  bandage had come loose.

"You're bleeding" she said and moved towards him picking up his shirt  sleeve. A nasty wound gaped under it, with blood seeping out in a thin  red trickle.

"It's nothing" Lance said and made to move her away but Claire moved his  hand. He had just saved her life; the least she could do was re-bandage  his arm.

"Do you have a first aid kit?"

A little searching revealed one, and Claire did her best to clean the  wound. All the while Lance watched her as they sat on the red velvet  sofa and she first cleaned and then bandaged his arm. His eyes were  soft, his lips slightly parted as he gazed at her with open hunger.  Claire wasn't sure what to do. After all she had just been kissing Jed  not three hours ago. What would it say about her if she kissed Lance  now?

He didn't let her think about it. In a flash Lance had pulled her  towards him and closed his lips over hers. Where Jed's kiss was gentle,  exploratory and kind, Lance's kiss was raw and animal in its urgency.

Shocks shot down Claire's body setting her on fire from her lips to her  toes. She had clawed Lance's t-shirt off him before she knew what she  was doing. His scent filled her nostrils and all thought was leaking out  of her suddenly enflamed mind.

"Well aren't you a pretty pair."

Jed walked into the room.

Claire jumped off Lance in shock. It was then that she realized her  shirt was off exposing her bra and beneath that her breasts. Her hair  had come out of its ponytail and fell in tangles over her shoulders.  Lance was grinning up at his brother. He shrugged.

"I … I'm so sorry" Claire stammered. "I don't know what you two are doing to me."

Jed was smiling. Gently he helped her to stand up off the sofa. He took  her in his arms and whispered, "We share everything, my brother and I.  So if you're keen … ?" he let it hang.

Claire swallowed. Two? Two, shape-shifting brothers?

She felt her heartbeat quicken as she reached behind her back and undid  the clasp of her bra letting it fall to the carpeted floor. Jed stepped  forward and wrapped his hands around her face drawing her up to his  mouth so that she could taste the salt on his lips.

She felt a presence behind her as Lance moved and wrapping his arms  around her undid the button on her jeans. Claire shuddered, her hands  running up under Jed's shirt, ripping it off him in her frenzy to reach  his skin, to feel his body pressed against hers. Lance gently pulled her  jeans down and as Jed lifted her off the floor, slid them off and away.







Claire was in a world of heat and passion. Jed placed her on the floor  and she turned to find Lance there, his mouth urgent on hers, his hands  all over her breasts gently working them. Jed meanwhile, was kissing her  neck, her back, down her spine, his hands running over her smooth skin.

Somewhere in those moments, she found the presence of mind to undo  Lance's jeans and pull them off him. He groaned into her ear, his hands  sliding down to her crotch where he slipped his fingers inside her.

Claire gasped and moaned, pressing herself up against him. Lance laid  her gently on the carpet then and removed his hand, sliding up her body  until she could take him in her mouth. Claire ran her tongue over him,  feeling the smoothness of his head, her hands caressing his shaft,  gently working it back and forth.

Jed gently spread her thighs and began to lick and kiss his way down her  body. He slid his fingers up inside her while his tongue licked and  whipped around them.

Claire had never felt anything like this before in her life. Red-hot  lust filled her and she wanted more, and more. She wanted them to be  inside her, to fill her up and make her fly. She wanted to ride this  wave, crest it and feel the sweet bliss that would envelope her.

The brothers worked in tandem, a perfect team. Jed pulled her up and  suddenly she was sandwiched between them, Jed in front kissing her,  licking her nipples until they were so hard they ached. Lance was behind  her kissing her neck and whispering in her ears. And as they entered  her Claire felt the air driven from her lungs. She gasped, and rocked  feeling their muscled bodied writhing with hers. She was part of  something, riding this big red dragon of fire from the pit of her  stomach, until it rose high in the heavens and exploded around her.

They lay panting, arms and legs intertwined and Claire fell into a deep and dreamless sleep.



As the sun rose dragging the day into life, Claire stirred. She was  alone in a massive king sized bed with silk sheets. She didn't think  people had those anymore, but here she was. She was naked. Memories of  the night before came tip toeing back, and she smiled. Two for the price  of one: Better than any Best Buy deal she'd ever heard of.

She stood up and went through a door to her left that led to the  bathroom. There she found a robe that she wrapped around herself.

Jed and Lance, both dressed in fresh clothes were standing on the deck  when Claire found them. They were holding cups of coffee in their hands.

Jed saw her first and beamed. "Good morning."

"Hi," Claire said. She walked over to him. "So … "

"Morning" Lance said and placed a kiss on her forehead.

Claire sighed. "So I just want to say I don't usually behave like that."

Jed and Lance looked at each other.

"Oh?" Jed said.

"No so, um … " Claire fell silent and looked at the floor.

Jed wrapped his arms around her.

"Hey," he said, "If it means anything to you, I really hope you do  behave like that, often." Then seeing the look on her face he added,  "Listen Claire. We both like you a lot. We like being with you, but if  this brother's thing freaks you out then you can go … but I really hope  you stay. Lance?"

Lance nodded, "You are our welcome guest. But the choice is yours if you stay."

"I can go?" Claire asked. She thought for a moment about her life. Where  would she go? Back to bartending at Cool Joe's where Charlie would yell  at her for not wearing enough make up?

"Where are you going?" Claire asked, looking Jed in the eye. He winked.

"Anywhere we like. What do you say Lance, should we go sailing?"

"I've always wanted to go to Fiji," Lance said and smiled. "Bet you would look sexy on those white sandy beaches."

He ran a hand along Claire's shoulders and she smelt him. Her knees went  weak and she licked her lips, her eyes closed. What the hell would she  stay here for? She hated her boring life and the dull routine that  never, ever changed. Here was the possibility of excitement and danger  with two great guys. Most girls struggled to find one and she had two.

Claire swallowed, opened her eyes and said, "Which way is Fiji?"







THE END





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A Billionaire BWWM Romance

"Don't make a sound … "

Aisha loved jogging on Zuma Beach in Malibu, but wished she had avoided  it that Wednesday evening in early July. A few minutes before 8:30, the  sun had just set. Daylight was fading away. She wore her usual, pink  tank top, black leggings and her white sneakers, but, after being jumped  from behind, she was lying on her back, pinned down by her assailant.  He had covered her mouth with his left hand. A 4-inch long blade was on  her left cheek; the feel of cold steel on her chocolate skin sent  shivers down her spine. At first, Aisha considered throwing sand at him.  However, the 6ft tall scrawny man had a black hood on and also wore  goggles. Sand would not work. The 28-year old barmaid struggled to break  free of his grip but to no avail. As athletic as she was, Aisha was no  match for him. Her attacker had literally sat on her stomach, using his  weight to pin her down. His left elbow was on her chest and her right  shoulder, while his right elbow was partly on the sand and her left arm.  Even kicking him in sensitive areas was out of the question. She could  not reach him. Out of the corner of her eye, Aisha saw some light, forty  yards to her right. There was a big, luxurious beach house nearby.  During her long training sessions, she had always liked gazing at it.  That house featured a large, iron front gate, with a driveway big enough  to fit more than ten cars, 20x24ft glass façade on the ground floor and  two windows, one on each side on the first floor. A small, 5x5ft bench  was just ten feet to the left of the front gate. Aisha had always  wondered who that house belonged to.







Aisha squinted at the mysterious man and twitched her legs several  times. A few seconds later, she felt his blade going slowly down her  neck, stopping in the middle of her chest, on the edge of her pink bra.  Paralyzed with fear, Aisha's screams for help were muffled by her  assailant's hand. Just when he was about to rip her bra, she heard  footsteps on the sand. Someone was sauntering; Aisha could tell by his  slow, relaxed pace. She had no time to think about anything, though. The  man leaned forward and whispered in her left ear: