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Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 60951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)

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I ended up with not one man … but two.

I signed up to be a paralegal at Gibson Grant because I wanted to dig up evidence to exonerate my dad. But the partner in charge, Brent Gibson, is a total a$$hole, even if he’s mouthwateringly gorgeous with broad shoulders, piercing blue eyes, and abs like a washboard. That jerk says he’ll help me discover evidence, but only if I learn to take certain “objects” into my sassy form.

What in the world?

But the handsome attorney is serious. First, it’s pens …

Then we move to Sharpies …

Then digits …

And finally, he wants me to try two!

Because now, his law partner is in the room … and I’m supposed to please them both!

I offered the sassy blonde a bargain. Sure, I’ll help Marnie exonerate her dad. It’s not a big deal, except it is because I want to play with the innocent young girl in return. I defile the beautiful paralegal step by step until she’s panting and gasping for air because in the end, she’ll be taking both me AND my friend. Wrong? Depraved? Unfair, even?

Absolutely . But it’ll be one hell of a night filled with taboos!

Holy smokes. What kind of paralegal job is this? But watch as Brent and James guide their innocent young charge through ascending levels of depravity until she’s a shivering, panting mess. Yes, that’s right! One Taboo Night spins out of control, and by the end, Marnie’s in love with two powerful, dominating attorneys who give her a night to remember. Get your iced tea ready because you’ll need a cool drink to keep the temperature down! No swords cross because this is all about her. This book is a follow-up to Massive Size Mountain Man, but all of my tales are standalones and can be read in any order. HEA guaranteed

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PROLOGUE – DIRTY DREAMS

Marnie

The moonlight sliced through a gap in my curtains, painting a silver stripe across my rumpled duvet. It was quiet. Too quiet. The only sounds were the faint hum of the city outside and the frantic, shallow rhythm of my own breathing.

Because in my head, it wasn't quiet at all.

You take us so well, Marnie. James's voice, a low, dark purr, vibrated through my dream-scape. He was behind me, a solid wall of heat, one big hand splayed across my lower back, holding me in place. His other hand gripped my hip, his fingers digging in, branding me.

So tight, so perfect, Brent growled from the front, his own hands tangling in my hair, tilting my head back. He was all heavy, hard chest and a clean, masculine scent, his blue eyes burning into mine with an intensity that made my toes curl. Look at me when I'm inside you, baby girl.

My dream-self obeyed, my breath hitching as they moved in a devastating, synchronized rhythm. The fullness was overwhelming, a deep, stretching ache that bordered on pain but was pure, exquisite pleasure. Every nerve ending was alight, firing on all cylinders, a circuit completed by the two powerful men who had somehow taken over my entire existence.

In the real world, my body followed the fantasy. My hands moved with a practiced, desperate urgency. One gripped the sleek, curved glass of my favorite dildo, easing it into my slick heat. The other, fumbling slightly in the dark, found the smaller, smoother plug, its cool surface a shock against my heated skin. I pressed it against my tightest entrance, breathing through the initial resistance, the sensation a perfect mimicry of James's dominant entry in my dream.

Please, I whimpered, the sound half-lost in my pillow. The plea was for them, for Brent and James, even as my own hands drove me higher.

Please what, sweetheart? Brent's lips brushed my temple. Tell us what you need.

More. I need more.

And they gave it to me. The dream-pace quickened, a brutal, beautiful dance. My hands mirrored their urgency, the dual friction of two cocks in my body building a coil of tension so deep inside me I thought I might shatter. The sounds were wet, obscene, and the most beautiful music I'd ever heard. I could feel it building, the crest of the wave, the peak of the rollercoaster just before the drop.

Come for us, Marnie. Now. James's command was absolute, a trigger pulled directly on my soul.

My back arched off the bed, a silent scream catching in my throat before it tore free.

"James! Brent! Oh god, mmmmm!"

The names were ripped from my body, sharp and clear in the quiet bedroom. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me, so intense it was almost violent. My pussy clenched, my asshole dissolving into powerful spasms as I imagined the two cocks creaming deep inside, filling me with virile, salty spunk.

“Ooooh,” I moaned again, insensate, my curvy body tossing against the sheets. My hands still moved instinctively to draw out every last shock of sensation, the two dildos stretching and fucking my holes slowly, gently, as the ripples subsided.

And then, silence.

The only thing left was the frantic thumping of my own heart and the slick, cooling evidence of my fantasy on my skin and the sheets. The moonlight seemed colder now, harsher. The silver stripe on my duvet looked less like magic and more like a spotlight, exposing me.

I lay there, boneless and panting, the echoes of their names slowly fading in the air. The afterglow, usually so warm and comforting, was rapidly evaporating, replaced by a familiar, creeping dread.

What in God's name was I doing?

My breathing hitched for a whole new reason. Brent and James. My bosses. The two men who held my father's good name, and by extension my own, in their firm, tanned hands. They were twenty-five years my senior, and the name partners at the law firm where I worked. What was I doing, tangling with them?

Because I’ve always thought of myself as a good girl. A girl who does her homework, and who gets straight A’s. But now, I was having dirty, raunchy, filthy sex with my two bosses in conference rooms, in their offices, and even in the shared kitchen once. We were going to be caught, and I’d be ruined. There’d be no way for my dad’s name to ever be cleared.

But even as my breathing retuned to normal, a desperate ache reawakened in my pussy because that’s what Brent Gibson and James Grant do to me. I may be nothing but a sexy little paralegal to the older men, to be used, fingered and fucked to their hearts’ content. But at the same time, I could sense that our relationship was becoming more, pulling all three of us deeper, deeper, deeper … until we’d be lost to the depravity of our actions.

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I was gifted to the massive mountain man as part of a dirty service.

Avalon:
I signed up with Sweet Lies because I thought the dating site would be fun but predictable. I’d do the regular stuff: flirt with older men while drinking champagne and looking pretty.
But then, I’m hired for a special assignment. I’ve been gifted to a man living in a cabin …
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The curvy girl will be sitting tight …
… as her eyes go wide …
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… because soon, my innocent “babysitter” will be my luscious and ripe baby mama!

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Avalon

Itake my rag out of the back pocket of my jeans and throw it into the laundry bin before hanging my apron up on its designated hook. Then, I glance into the foggy mirror in the staff room while patting my hair. No smeared make-up? Blonde hair reasonably neat? Good, good.

Not that it matters because my friend Courtney has come to the café during my break with her new baby, Johnny, and she’s the least judgmental person ever. Court used to work here as well, but then she met the man of her dreams, so she quit and left me all alone! I miss my buddy dearly, and when I said that I had a twenty minute break today, she agreed to bring her newborn to meet me. It’s the only time we could find to catch up, and I’m so grateful to Court for stopping by.

I step from the staff room into the café, and immediately spot my friend. Courtney squeals when she sees me, the baby strapped to her chest.

“Hi Av!” she giggles while giving me a big hug. “Oh my god, you look radiant.”

“No, I don’t,” I say in a wry tone. “I got coffee stains on my shirt through the apron, can you believe it? The Northstar Café is so cheap when it comes to stuff. It’s really unbelievable.”

Courtney clucks and nods as we sit down at a small table, the baby snoozing against her.

“I know, and I can’t believe you’re still here, Avalon. Seriously, Northstar is rough and there are better places.”

I shoot her a wry look.

“You mean, like where your sister, Annabel, used to work?”

Court rolls her eyes.

“Oh my god, don’t even get me started on the Birchwood Cafe. Can you believe that she was propositioned by a run club while on shift? And that her boss expected her to say yes to the gangbang because it’s “part of her job”?”

I shake my head, still aghast at the news.

“No, it’s insane, and I’m glad Annabel’s boyfriend put that café out of business once he found out. It must be so nice to be with a powerful man who can make things happen.”

Court nods thoughtfully.

“Yeah, although my brother-in-law says he didn’t have anything to do with the Birchwood Café’s demise. Hunter says that the cafe was badly mismanaged and went down the tubes all by itself, but I don’t know. You know how powerful men are. They can make things happen through unseen means, and I wouldn’t be surprised if Hunter finagled their bankruptcy somehow.”

I shake my head, eyes wide.

“Yeah, it must be so nice to be married to a powerful man like that,” I reiterate. “Speaking of which, you have your own powerful man now! What’s it like, being an old married lady with a baby? Johnny is too cute, by the way. But are we going to wake him up with our chatting?”

Courtney smiles sweetly while cupping her newborn’s head with one hand.

“No, because he sleeps like the dead,” she whispers conspiratorially while giving me a wink. “And I really am an old married lady now, with the emphasis on the word ‘old.’ I feel like I’ve aged twenty years in the last two!” she moans.

I shake my head.

“You’re not old, girlfriend. You’re what, twenty-one? You’re so gorgeous, Court, and no one can tell you’re a mom.”

“Yep, I’m twenty-one,” Court winks. “And everyone can tell I’m a mom because I’m so haggard and tired all the time, not to mention the spit-up staining my clothes 24/7.”

“Baby spit-up is normal,” I say in a mock-stern tone. “And you’re not haggard, Court. You’re just a new mom, that’s all, so it’s normal to feel tired all the time. You look great.”

My friend shoots me a whimsical smile.

“That’s why we’re buddies, Av. Because you always prop me up.”

“We prop each other up,” I retort immediately.

“We do,” Court agrees, musing on something. Then she shoots me a long look. “By the way, have you spoken with Stuart recently?”

I snort.

“No, and that douchebag better not contact me. I just know he’s dating someone else already.”

Stuart is my ex whom I dated throughout high school. In some lame rom-com, I thought we’d actually get married, but then he texted me about two months ago some long missive about “not being in the right place in life” and “wishing me the best.” WTF! First, who breaks up with a long-term girlfriend over text? Second, it sounded like his message was written by Chat GPT. Courtney told me to check for em dashes in the message, and sure enough, there were two. I guess the reasoning is that no one uses em dashes in real life, and definitely not over text, so the special character was a dead giveaway. Still, giveaway or not, I don’t care because Stuart’s text only called out the malaise that I’d been feeling myself. We got together too young, and were bored of one another. Breaking up was a good thing.

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The young woman came to my place to stay because she had nowhere else to go. Her mother had died, and left Jenna in my care. So I did what any honorable man I gave the young girl her own room and free rein of the house.

Payment?

A taboo kiss for each night she’s under my roof.

He didn’t tell me what the taboo kiss was at first. So I figured it was just a joke, except billionaire alpha males don’t joke. Soon, Rick had me breathy and panting because Daddy’s special kisses feel so good … and now, I’m pregnant with his baby!

Wow. Just Wow. It’s another story with a forbidden situation, and this one is filthier than most. Jenna’s mom dies, and asks her boss to take her daughter in as she finishes high school. What she didn’t expect was for said employer to be insanely attracted to the young woman, and soon, you guessed it … filthy, taboo kisses are happening every night! Bring a fire extinguisher because the heat in this story is EXTRA SPICY! This tale is a follow-up to Massive Size Mountain Man, but all of my stories are standalones and can be read in any order. HEA guaranteed

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Rick

Ilook around ruefully at my spacious hotel accommodations. Not only do I have a giant bedroom with an attached en suite, but there’s also a living room with a huge flatscreen on the wall, a full-size kitchen complete with fancy dinnerware in case I decide to entertain, a dining room that seats twelve (again, in case I decide to entertain), and my own private dunk pool in case the resort’s four pools aren’t enough. Not to mention the ocean. There’s a view of the Pacific beyond the jacuzzi, and the horizon is a gorgeous blue that seems to continue forever in a dreamy, tropical seascape. All this for one guy? It’s ridiculous and over the top, but then again, when you have millions to spare, this is what money buys you.

After all, I’m the CEO of a billion dollar cosmetics business, and while it took a while for our first products to get traction, we now sell internationally via a number of different product lines. We don’t just sell our original brand, Tatti. We’ve also acquired brands such as Hey Girl, Drunk Dragon, Katy von D, NuSpace, and our latest, PureScience, in order to appeal to every kind of woman. We peddle everything, too, from lip glosses for pre-pubescent teens to the latest chemical compound promising to turn back time. We’ve also opened a line of medspas branded PureScience in order to complement our beauty products. Women will book a day of relaxation at our locations, and come in for some pampering, nutritious bites, and lemon water. They leave rejuvenated, refreshed, and their pocket books lighter by five figures. Beauty is expensive, and I’m the man selling the good stuff.

But with the good stuff comes the good life, and I like to show my gratitude. After all, running a conglomerate like Tatti means that I have to hire the right people, and as a result, Tatti doesn’t hold back when it comes to executive retreats. This year, we’ve booked the King Wailea Resort on the Big Island, and it puts the fictional White Lotus to shame because whereas the White Lotus was certainly luxurious, there were other guests present. By contrast, Tatti has booked the entire “Royal” section of the resort so that we don’t have to mix with other travelers. Everyone in this area is a Tatti employee, and we’re living it up.

But it’s fine because again, I didn’t get here by myself; I stood on the shoulders of others. The first being my grandmother, Tatti Purdy, who founded our business back when she was a young woman working the makeup counter at Lord and Taylor. Then, over the years there were a series of trusted advisers and executives who grew Tatti until we got to where we are today: a billion-dollar conglomerate recognized the world over, with no real competitors. Sure, there are the drugstore brands, and there are a ton of European wannabes, but there’s no one like Tatti. We effectively control the cosmetics market with our broad range of products; multiple lines; and subtle, yet effective marketing. It takes a lot of people to run a ship this big, and the executive retreat is where we show our appreciation.

But still, I get sick of these things because as CEO, there’s a lot of wining, dining, and networking to be done. I don’t know why people think that the top dog position is one where everyone caters to you, when I generally find it to be the opposite. Instead, I’m constantly talking to people, be it investors, analysts, employees, or competitors. I constantly have to be seen, and I constantly have to work on behalf of my company. An executive retreat is no exception, either, because it’s time for the top-level executives to show their benevolence and gratitude, and as a result, it’s even more important for me to see and be seen while pressing the flesh, a mega-watt smile on my face.

Clearly, the job follows me wherever I go, and as a result, the only time that I have to myself during jaunts like these is the early morning. It’s the only period when I don’t have a breakfast meeting, lunch meeting, cocktail hour, dinner tete-a-tete, or late evening drinks. Six to seven a.m. is the golden hour when I have privacy to enjoy the luxuries of the resort without being on the clock, and as a result, I grab my swim trunks and towel before heading off to the resort’s largest pool.

The day is still misty grey as I wend my way on a stone path, but I know the Hawaiian sun will show itself in a few hours. Now, however, the resort is relatively deserted, with just a few staff smiling as I pass, and I amble without hurry to a giant infinity pool situated in the far northern reaches of the resort. Hopefully, no one’s here and I’ll be able to get in a swim and a soak uninterrupted.

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When I answered the door, my jaw dropped to the ground because Nick Bannister is dark and demanding, with an arrogant gleam in those blue eyes. The billionaire wants to tour Lakeview Manor, except I’m not the lady of the house ...

... I’m the maid!

But Nick’s blue eyes scorched me as he took in my curvy frame ...

Those abs flexed ...

... as his massive rod hardened ...

... and soon, I was bent over in a broom closet as the billionaire made me sing Christmas carols with delight!

Do I care that Ella’s the help? Hell no. But in the broom closet, something slipped ...

... hard and virile ...

... inside her wet warmth...

... and now the curvy girl’s belly is big with my child!

Christmas carols!?!? More like Away in the Manger!

Fortunately, I don’t give a f*ck that Ella’s the help because what man would care about that? No, I just want my son ... and the curvy girl too while I’m at it!

Get ready for the best Christmas gift of all because Nick sweeps into Ella’s life, whisking her from drudgery and toil to a pampered life among the glittery skyscrapers of Manhattan. The problem is that Ella’s an innocent ... and she’s not sure that glittery skyscrapers are what she wants even with Nick’s hard bulk and massive size keeping her warm every night! Tee hee! :) Yes, it’s Cinderella mixed with a holiday romance that will make you pant with pleasure, so pull out your egg nog because things are getting sweet in here! This book is a follow-up to Claiming His Prize, but all of my stories are standalones and do not need to be read in order. HEA guaranteed

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Ella

I wander around the empty hallways of Lakeview Manor. It’s a gorgeous mansion on the edge of the water, with a gleaming white marble exterior complete with colonnades and picture windows. There’s an indoor pool, outdoor pool, as well as a beautiful garden and even a grove of fruit trees out back that we harvest throughout the seasons. But it’s the interior of the home that’s truly stunning. The floors in many rooms are marble, and the furniture is exquisitely handcrafted, ranging from Louis XIV commodes to Rouen porcelain urns. Lush swags and brocaded jabots decorate the massive windows, and I swear even the kitchen valances are edged with the finest French lace.

But I let out a sigh because all of this is about to be carted away. My employer, Selene, recently divorced her husband and Lakeview is going to be sold as part of the separation. I have no idea how much they’re going to get for this place - twenty million? Thirty? All I know is that Steve and Selene Hill are one of the wealthiest couples in Minnesota, if not the world, and enjoy an enviable lifestyle as a result.

But Selene’s behind on my wages, and when I flip open my phone to access my bank account, my frown turns into a grimace. Less than a hundred bucks in the bank. Uh oh. I need to get paid fast, and fortunately at that very moment, my phone rings as my employer’s name pops up on screen.

“Hi Selene,” I greet. “It’s nice to hear from you.”

“Hi dahhh-ling,” the lady of the manor coos. “How are you, sweetheart?”

I smile wanly.

“I’m good. Just making sure that everything is spic and span before the realtor gets here. You’re going to be here too, right? I wanted to know if the front parlor⁠—”

But Selene cuts me off.

“Actually, I can’t make it, Ella. But it’s fine. You don’t need me there because you already know everything about Lakeview! Besides, the realtor already has the keys to the mansion, and just wants to take a quick last minute spin before the property goes on the market officially. You know how brokers are. They have to see for themselves, and to touch everything before they bring clients around.”

In fact, I didn’t know, but I hide my ignorance.

“Okay, that sounds fine, I guess,” I say in a slow voice. “Should I offer him or her any food or drink when they come?”

“Oh no,” Selene says immediately. “He’s just doing his job. There’s no need for you to go out of your way to make him feel welcome because it’s business, honey. But thank you for keeping everything tidy and polished,” my employer coos again. “I couldn’t do this without you, Ella.”

“Of course,” I say in a calm voice. “Speaking of which, I haven’t been paid for three months now. I really need the money, and would appreciate getting it asap.”

“Oh, yes!” my employer says in an apologetic tone. “But the divorce has been difficult and you know that Steve froze some of my accounts because he’s such a fucking bastard. But I’m working on getting the funds released, and you’ll be paid in no time.”

I pause for a moment.

“Selene, I can’t really wait,” I say in a stiff voice. “I need the money now, and it’s been three months. I’m about to be overdrawn and the bank is going to charge penalties and interest. There’s no money in the household slush fund either, so that has to be replenished as well. I know you let a lot of the staff go, but there are still expenses that crop up and there’s no money to cover them.”

“Oh I know, I know,” Selene replies, beginning to sound a bit peeved. “I’m going to talk to my divorce attorney and sic him on Steve because we both want the house to be sold as soon as possible. Don’t worry about a thing!”

Still, I’m the one who’s peeved now.

“But Selene, there’s literally no money,” I say in an urgent voice. “The window in the back parlor is broken, and I haven’t been opening the drapes in order to hide it. Plus, I’ve been eating canned beans because there isn’t anything else in the pantry. Please, Selene. I need to be paid.”

“I will!” Selene whines, sounding cross now. “But like I said, that bastard Steve has frozen my accounts.” Then, her voice perks up. “I know! Why don’t you help yourself to some of the clothes in my closet, Ella?” she invites expansively, as if she’s doing me a favor. “I have some items in there that are top of the line couture. You could sell on eBay, or one of those other re-sale sites. Those platforms are icky, but there are always women looking to get a bargain, and you can pay yourself from the proceeds. How about that?”

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I hate that I’m in this position. My mom and I live in public housing, and it’s the best we can do. But when my mom’s disability checks are cut, we find ourselves in hot water. How do I make money? How do I contribute to the bills? I take the first job I can find ... which is being auctioned to a rich man.

But Chase Wheaton isn’t just any man ...

... he’s my mom’s ex-husband!

What were the chances!?!?

I try to cancel the transaction.

I promise to give back the money.

I won’t waste another moment of the alpha male’s time.

But the billionaire smirks, those blue eyes searing my curves. He towers over me, huge and dominant, six pack abs on display. Then, a sly smile comes over that mobile mouth as something *huge* jerks in his trousers.

Relax, little girl, he rasps. There’s no need to panic ...

... because I’m here to CLAIM MY PRIZE.

I wasn’t expecting much. Just another night at the Citadel where pretty young things are auctioned to the highest bidder. But when the spotlight comes on, I do a double take because it’s my ex-wife’s daughter on stage!

But Haley’s not a little girl anymore ...

... she’s blonde and beautiful ...

... sassy and feisty ...

... and holy hell, but the young woman’s developed curves!

Immediately, I put in a bid because I’ve always been a sick f*ck, and this opportunity is too good to pass up.

After all, I’m going to teach the innocent girl the ways of a woman ...

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Haley

“Hey Mom, how are you?” I ask while letting myself into the apartment that we share. It isn’t much, but Brenda’s done everything in her power to make it homey. There are gold and green fake fir streamers strung up around the room, as well as various holiday knickknacks scattered on tabletops. The pièce de resistance, however, is a mini-Christmas tree that my mom and I bought from the vendor down the block. The tree is probably only four feet tall, but it was hard getting it up eight flights because once again, the elevator in our building was broken.

I shouldn’t complain, though, because my mom and I live in a decent two bedroom in what’s officially known as the Glendale Towers, but what everyone calls the Projects. Decades ago, the buildings were erected as middle-class housing for returning veterans, but in the years since, they’ve fallen into disrepair. Walls are crumbling, the elevators never work, and some winter nights there’s no heat. But us residents make the best of it. More than a few of us own space heaters, and we share them despite the fact that they cost an arm and a leg to run.

But this is our lot in life, and my mom and I make do. Sure, we don’t have much, but it’s ok. I’ve been working as a barista at a nearby coffee shop full-time and it helps with the bills, although that won’t last much longer.

“How was your day, honey?” Brenda asks. My mom is pretty still, despite her physical condition. It’s a sad story because not so long ago, my mom was a looker. But a couple years back, she fell down a set of stairs which caused permanent damage. Her hip was broken, and some vertebrae cracked. A plate was implanted in her neck along with fake discs, and she’s now on a regimen of drugs that makes her swollen and puffy. Literally, she’s gained at least a hundred pounds because of the medication, but Brenda has no choice. She has to take steroids, and gets epidurals and cortisone shots regularly to control the pain.

Nonetheless, my mom’s a fighter and never complains. She didn’t complain when she fell, she didn’t complain when she ballooned, and she didn’t complain after she lost her job nannying kids. Brenda has always been optimistic, and I hate to be the one to rain on her parade.

“Well, Aroma House is good, but they told me that the most hours they can give me is twenty-five per week,” I say in a hesitant voice. “Don was really apologetic and said that as soon as business picks up, he’ll put me on the shift schedule for more hours.”

My mom’s eyebrows flew up.

“And it’s really because of lack of business?”

I sigh while looking down because I had some skepticism about this as well.

“I’m not privy to the books,” I begin in slow voice.

“But Aroma House is hopping, right?” my mom asks in an arch tone, with her eyebrows up by her forehead. “Customers are in there all hours of the day for their caffeine fix, right? I hate to tell you, baby girl, but it’s not business. Or rather it is a business decision. Your employers don’t want to offer you benefits, and so they’re cutting your hours so that they can treat you like dirt.”

I stare at the floor, biting my lip.

“But Don is so nice, and Josh⁠—”

“Don’t Don and Josh me,” my mom says in an even tone. “Those brothers are using you, hon. They know that the threshold for benefits in Minnesota is generally thirty-two hours a week. Your bosses want to keep you humble and scared, not to mention grateful for the job, so they’re taking you down to twenty-five.”

I look down again, hurt by Brenda’s straight talk. Of course she’s right, but I genuinely like Don and Josh, and have always regarded them as mentors, or even father figures. It’s tough to realize that they don’t care about me. Despite their kindness, ultimately I’m an expense to them, and the less they have to pay me, the better. Like my mom said, it’s a business decision, even if the knowledge stings.

Brenda can read my mind and reaches for my hand in a consoling manner.

“It’s not okay,” she says in an even tone. “They’re assholes because they should be paying you more, Hales. Coffee houses always need pretty young things to work the counter. It brings in business and makes for happier customers, and you fit the bill, sweetheart. You’re young, beautiful, and innocent, and in fact, those assholes should pay you a premium for working for them instead of trying to nickel and dime you like this.”

I smile wanly.

“It’s okay, Mom. I’ll figure something out. I’m sure I’ll get more hours soon, except⁠—”

“Except they already hired someone new, right? Since they can’t use you for forty hours, they went out and found another pretty young thing to stand at the cash register for minimum wage.”

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I was gifted to the massive mountain man as part of a dirty service.

Avalon:
I signed up with Sweet Lies because I thought the dating site would be fun but predictable. I’d do the regular stuff: flirt with older men while drinking champagne and looking pretty.
But then, I’m hired for a special assignment. I’ve been gifted to a man living in a cabin …
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Liam:
There was a knock on the door, and a sweet girl stands on my doorstep, looking as innocent as a doe. Avalon says she’s here to “babysit,” but I have other things in mind.
Sure, she’ll be “babysitting”…
The curvy girl will be sitting tight …
… as her eyes go wide …
… a cry of joy escaping her plush l!ps …
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Avalon

I take my rag out of the back pocket of my jeans and throw it into the laundry bin before hanging my apron up on its designated hook. Then, I glance into the foggy mirror in the staff room while patting my hair. No smeared make-up? Blonde hair reasonably neat? Good, good.

Not that it matters because my friend Courtney has come to the café during my break with her new baby, Johnny, and she’s the least judgmental person ever. Court used to work here as well, but then she met the man of her dreams, so she quit and left me all alone! I miss my buddy dearly, and when I said that I had a twenty minute break today, she agreed to bring her newborn to meet me. It’s the only time we could find to catch up, and I’m so grateful to Court for stopping by.

I step from the staff room into the café, and immediately spot my friend. Courtney squeals when she sees me, the baby strapped to her chest.

“Hi Av!” she giggles while giving me a big hug. “Oh my god, you look radiant.”

“No, I don’t,” I say in a wry tone. “I got coffee stains on my shirt through the apron, can you believe it? The Northstar Café is so cheap when it comes to stuff. It’s really unbelievable.”

Courtney clucks and nods as we sit down at a small table, the baby snoozing against her.

“I know, and I can’t believe you’re still here, Avalon. Seriously, Northstar is rough and there are better places.”

I shoot her a wry look.

“You mean, like where your sister, Annabel, used to work?”

Court rolls her eyes.

“Oh my god, don’t even get me started on the Beechwood Cafe. Can you believe that she was propositioned by a run club while on shift? And that her boss expected her to say yes to the gangbang because it’s “part of her job”?”

I shake my head, still aghast at the news.

“No, it’s insane, and I’m glad Annabel’s boyfriend put that café out of business once he found out. It must be so nice to be with a powerful man who can make things happen.”

Court nods thoughtfully.

“Yeah, although my brother-in-law says he didn’t have anything to do with the Birchwood Café’s demise. Hunter says that the cafe was badly mismanaged and went down the tubes all by itself, but I don’t know. You know how powerful men are. They can make things happen through unseen means, and I wouldn’t be surprised if Hunter finagled their bankruptcy somehow.”

I shake my head, eyes wide.

“Yeah, it must be so nice to be married to a powerful man like that,” I reiterate. “Speaking of which, you have your own powerful man now! What’s it like, being an old married lady with a baby? Johnny is too cute, by the way. But are we going to wake him up with our chatting?”

Courtney smiles sweetly while cupping her newborn’s head with one hand.

“No, because he sleeps like the dead,” she whispers conspiratorially while giving me a wink. “And I really am an old married lady now, with the emphasis on the word ‘old.’ I feel like I’ve aged twenty years in the last two!” she moans.

I shake my head.

“You’re not old, girlfriend. You’re what, twenty-one? You’re so gorgeous, Court, and no one can tell you’re a mom.”

“Yep, I’m twenty-one,” Court winks. “And everyone can tell I’m a mom because I’m so haggard and tired all the time, not to mention the spit-up staining my clothes 24/7.”

“Baby spit-up is normal,” I say in a mock-stern tone. “And you’re not haggard, Court. You’re just a new mom, that’s all, so it’s normal to feel tired all the time. You look great.”

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I went out to Montana for a gap year. I’d take some time off at the Double C Ranch, helping to raise goats, feed chickens, and of course, commune with nature.

But when I saw Cason and Colt Madewell, the breath in my lungs caught because the cowboys are massive and gorgeous.

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Kiki

Istare at myself in the mirror, wondering if I’m making a big mistake. After all, I’m here in Montana to leave the past behind, and yet by dancing at the Starlight Saloon, I’m doing the exact opposite. I’m going back to the old Kiki Thornton who supported herself through school by shimmying for rich men.

Okay, it got to be a little more than strictly “shimmying” sometimes, but that’s fine! The money I made was plentiful, and tuition is expensive these days. By moonlighting as a dancer, I was able to get my degree without taking on crushing student loans. Graduating debt-free is a miracle these days, and now I’m ready to apply to veterinary school on my way to becoming Kiki Thornton, D.V.M.

Except that the old Kiki’s still looking at me in the mirror. Did I really think I’d be able to leave her in Minnesota? I sigh, taking in my big breasts covered in nothing but sparkly purple pasties, the sides, uppers, and bottoms ivory and lush. When I turn, a narrow strip of purple fabric disappears between my rounded cheeks, highlighting the juicy globes of my bottom. The front of my panties aren’t much better either. There’s a tiny triangular scrap about the size of a post-in note that covers my femininity, and it’s what the girls in my industry lovingly refer to as a “clit patch.” Yes, they really exist, and yes, women actually put them on. It’s better than nothing, even if it reveals the outline of my sensitive nub quite clearly in the low lights.

Sighing, I stare at myself some more in the mirror, my deep inhales causing my big bust to rise. Glittery high heels make me look taller than my actual five five, and of course, the steep arch forces my breasts forward while pulling my hips back. In short, I’m sexy, enticing, and mysterious, with long blonde hair flowing like a river over one shoulder and a wry smile on my plush lips.

But you’re not supposed to be doing this, the voice in my head scolds. You’re on your way to joining the professional class, Kiki. You can still pull out.

My shoulders slump. My subconscious is right and I should try and lead an above-board and honest life, instead of dancing in a den of sin.

But dancing is above-board, the other voice in my head whispers. It’s an honest way to make a living, and there’s no shame in that.

Except that it’s not honest, at least not what’s going to happen on stage tonight. Nerves getting the best of me, I literally begin to text the manager to tell him that I’m dropping out, except that my phone begins to shake in my hand. I see that it’s my friend Cindy before pressing the green “Accept” button.

“Hey Cin,” I say. “How are you?”

“Kiki,” a burbling laugh greets me. “How’s my best girl? Stormy misses you.”

I giggle because Cindy’s a close pal. Actually, Cindy’s more than a good friend. She’s a goddess delivered straight from heaven because when we were seniors together in school, Cindy bailed me out big time. I was already dancing for Sweet Lies back then, except I had a huge exam that I had to study for. So Cindy took my place one Friday night, and was driven up to an isolated cabin in the woods with a bunch of other sassy, curvy Sweet Lies ladies.

But that’s when things took a left turn. Evidently, a frat from Western University called Sigma Epsilon Chi (yes, it spells S-E-X) had the cabin for the weekend, and paid for a bunch of scantily-clad ladies to party with them. You can guess what happened next. Or maybe not, because it wasn’t your usual tete-a-tete. Instead, Cindy met Brent and Brandon Coleman at the cabin and hooked up with both men. Yes, it’s true. My nerdy, innocent buddy ended up pleasuring the handsome brothers in a closet, of all things, and took both of their massive members simultaneously while wailing with joy.

It was supposed to be a one-time thing. It was supposed to be a scandalous encounter that would be forgotten as soon as she left the cabin. But the thing is that Cindy works part-time as a tutor, and lo and behold, Brent and Brandon were her new students! What were the chances? Clearly, the three of them started hooking up again, and she confessed they even did it in one of the sound-proofed study rooms at the Student Learning Center.

But this is where things get wild because Cindy, Brandon and Brent started dating each other for real after they reconnected on campus. They didn’t give a shit what other people thought, and evidently were also into really dirty, kinky sex involving leashes and filthy anal penetration. Unfortunately, they were caught in one such wild position by some kind of dean, and the twins were expelled for sexual harassment, despite Cindy’s protests that she was in love with the twins and that it was all consensual.

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I was in a bad place. My fiancé died unexpectedly, and as a French girl, I can’t stay in the United States without the right papers.

That’s when Jordan Lewis, my father-in-law, steps in.

The billionaire is handsome, domineering, and utterly ruthless. He’s got blue eyes, a wolfish expression, and a bright smile that practically shows fangs.

Even crazier, he says he’ll get me a visa ...

... as long as I get pregnant with his baby!

What in the world?

Then again, Jordan Lewis is huge, with broad shoulders, a muscled six pack, and a massive, swinging tool between his legs that delivers the goods ...

Wait, what am I even thinking?

Because there’s no way I’m giving my dirty father in law a baby!

I never promised Juliette a green card. I said that if the curvy girl got pregnant with my child, I’d find some way for her to stay. It’s easy. Juliette’s young, fertile, and ripe, and I run a multinational corporation that sponsors dozens of visas every year.

But what I didn’t expect was for the young woman to be sassy and feisty, with a bite about her that’s more than words ...

... because she likes to leave bite marks in bed too!

Soon, Juliette’s belly is swollen with a child because I’m her dirty father-in-law ... as well as her babydaddy!

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Juliette

“Wow, this place is amazing,” I murmur as the car pulls up to a huge mansion. The house is built from elegant gray stone, and looks to be about three stories tall with a porte-cochere in front, manicured gardens, and stone steps leading up to a magnificent red door.

“Yeah, and my dad lives here alone,” my boyfriend Harry says in a wry voice. “You’d think that as a long-time bachelor, he’d downsize to something more appropriate. But that’s Jordan for you,” Harry shrugs. “He’s very into tradition and upholding the values of our family.”

I open the door to the Accord before getting out.

“Family values like ‘Love, Live, and ‘Laughter,’ right?” I ask with a wink at my redheaded boyfriend. Harry’s cute, if you like them thin. He probably only weighs about a hundred and thirty pounds, despite being almost six one. Not only that, but he has the classic coloring of a redhead, with pale, freckled skin, green eyes, and a tendency to burn even on cloudy days. But he’s a nice guy, and we’re in a quote-unquote “romantic” relationship. I say that in quotes because actually, Harry’s gay. Everyone knows about his sexuality except for his dad, and for some reason, Harry has been hesitant about revealing the truth to his father. I remember asking the young man about it when we first became friends.

“But why don’t you just tell your dad that you’re gay? We’re not living in the eighteen hundreds anymore. Heck, everyone and their mother has a gay family member or friend now. It’s not a big deal.”

Harry sighed, his thin shoulders slumping.

“No, it is a big deal to someone like my dad,” he said in a quiet voice, looking down at his hands. “You don’t know Jordan. He’s really into alpha male stuff like torching calories at the gym, being the boss, and projecting masculinity. It would kill him.”

I shoot a look at the thin boy.

“That’s not true because a real alpha male would never be disappointed about having a gay son. If anything, your dad’s weak and backwards for judging you like that.”

Harry merely shook his head again.

“But my dad doesn’t know, so he’s never judged me. Jordan still thinks that I’m going to find a girl, get married, and then have kids to carry on the Lewis line,” he said with a rueful smile. “It’s my fault because I don’t have the guts to disappoint him.”

My heart went out to my new friend because his distress was obviously real. Besides, it wasn’t my place to judge his family, seeing that my relatives are also ridiculous. But as Harry and I grew closer over the next year or so, I met Jordan Lewis myself, and could see what my friend meant. Even crazier, Harry asked me to act as a beard during these outings, which was surprising to say the least.

“Please pretend to be my girlfriend,” my redheaded friend begged. “Just when you’re meeting my dad. It’ll help me out so much.”

I scrunched my nose.

“Really? Is it that important?”

Harry looked absolutely distraught while wringing his hands.

“I’ve never had a girlfriend before, and you’d be perfect for the role, Juliette,” he begged, clasping his hands together in a pleading gesture. “Just during lunch today. You don’t even have to say much to Jordan! Just pretend to like me, and besides, we hang out so much now that it’ll be easy to pull off. We can talk about school, classes, how you’re from France, really anything. Please, please, please, Juliette.”

I didn’t want to, but reluctantly, I went along with his charade. Just once, I promised myself. I’m only going to do this for Harry this one time, and then that’s it. He’s going to have to figure out this stuff on his own.

But the lunch with his dad went smoothly. Jordan Lewis was a dark, dangerous, and somewhat glowering figure, resplendent in a perfectly-cut grey suit that highlighted his towering frame. But the older man wasn’t mean or condescending, despite being the CEO of a wealth management firm. Instead, Jordan Lewis was perfectly polite and well-mannered. Yes, there was a gleam in those blue eyes that made me shiver, and there was a time when our fingers brushed when he handed me the menu, but I wrote it off as nothing. It was my imagination, and nothing else. After all, I’m a college co-ed from France, trying to get acclimated to life in the United States. Maybe I’m just lonely from being away from my family, and was imagining things that weren’t actually happening.

But after the meal, Harry was jubilant and elated.

“Thank you so much,” he said effusively, throwing his scrawny arms around me in a big hug. “My dad loved you!”

“Great,” I said with a smile, still remembering the older man’s broad chest and wide shoulders. “I think Jordan liked me. I hope he did, and that we pulled off a credible charade as a couple.”

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Join us for the next scintillating installment of Lily Powell’s naughty adventures.

The billionaire’s been intimate with the brat living under his roof, but Lionel cares about the young woman. Cares too much in fact. So when Lily agrees to meet his friends he needs to make sure she’s protected ...

.... so that the curvy girl’s not accidentally filled with babies!

But the man of the house is a dirty, filthy man who’s about action, not words ...

He’s an alpha male who likes to claim ...

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Lily

I wait in the outdoor garden area of my favorite restaurant, Gemma’s. It’s a gorgeous day in St. George, and the restaurant has gone all out with the garden décor. The tables are shaded under a white canopy, and beautiful wisteria bloom, their petals radiant in shades of purple and pink. The wrought-iron table and chairs are more comfortable than they look, with cheery pink and white striped cushions tied with ribbons.

Even better, the restaurant has a casual and relaxed vibe, and I’m anything but at the moment. It’s because of my upcoming conversation with the man of the house, Lionel Kenneally. My stepfather and I live under the same roof, and I’ve been in a relationship with the handsome man for a few months now. But recently, we decided to open our relationship and explore new liaisons. Or more accurately, I asked to be introduced to a few of Lionel’s friends, and he agreed.

To be honest, I was surprised that Lionel consented to my request because what man shares his woman? I thought alpha males were supposed to be growly and possessive, and Lionel is. But he also explained that experienced lovers make for better lovers, and he wants me to explore my cravings while I’m young. He adores my curvy body, and says that my tight pussy and even tighter ass should be enjoyed by multiple men. Of course, in the end, I belong only to him, but during this period of physical exploration, I’m to experience as much pleasure as possible.

I don’t know how his generosity makes me feel. Nervous, definitely, but also heady with anticipation. Who will Lionel’s friends be? What will they look like? They’ll be gorgeous for sure, but how will they treat me? Will the men gently fondle my curves, while kissing my lips and massaging my breasts? Or will I be savagely taken as I’m bound and blindfolded, the object of focused masculine lust? Both options excite me, and I know I should be ashamed of these deviant desires. Yet, it doesn’t feel deviant to me at all. It feels right, and that’s why Lionel and I are perfect together. The handsome billionaire wants to help me explore my deepest desires, and I’m his ready pupil.

The iron gate to the garden opens with a creak and I look up just in time to see a pretty, perky waitress with a bouncy ponytail lead my stepfather into the garden.

“Here you are, Mr. Kenneally,” she coos while shooting him a flirtatious smile. “I hope you enjoy your meal with your daughter.”

Of course, I’m basically invisible to the waitress. As I watch, she smiles at Lionel even wider. I swear, if she grinned any harder, those cherubic cheeks would crack. But her blue eyes are innocent because this girl obviously doesn’t suspect that Lionel and I are more than just your standard father-daughter duo. Why would she? We look like normal people, even if my stepfather is incredibly handsome with charcoal hair; piercing blue eyes; and the body of a god, complete with broad shoulders and washboard abs. The waitress has no idea what Lionel and I do after the lights go out, and even when the lights are still on.

Still, I feel myself getting red under the collar, and feel the need to assert my possession. It makes zero sense, and yet rage suffuses my form even as I smile sweetly.

“Hi Daddy,” I coo in a low voice. “I’m so glad you could make it. I’ve been getting so hungry. You know the baby is always hungry, and now, I’m eating for you and your son.”

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The big day has finally come! Scott, Cross, and Barrett are coming over to meet Lily ...

... and boy, do they get more than what they bargained for!

Because the saucy brat is no shy pansy, hiding in a closet while trembling with nerves. Instead, she and the man of the house have already gotten the party started, and the intimacy is intense.

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Cross

“What have we here?” I demand in a baritone, my black brows lifting as I take in the sight before me. “I thought the party began at eight, bud, but it seems you got started a little early.”

After all, my friends Scott, Barrett and I have been invited to bowl at our pal Lionel’s house. Yes, the motherfucker has a bowling alley in the lower levels of his mansion, as well as an infinity pool, steam room, private gym, and sauna. But this isn’t your average shindig where a bunch of middle-aged dudes guzzle beer while re-living their glorious pasts. Instead, Lionel let it be known that he’s taken up with his stepdaughter, who’s an entrancing little vixen. Even better, said stepdaughter is craving a menage, and he’s enlisted us to do the honors.

Lionel rises before us, and even I have to admit that the motherfucker is a good-looking asshole. He’s six three, with dark hair, blue eyes, and the handsome features of a prince. But this douche is obviously no prince because he’s in the middle of defiling his stepdaughter, for crying out loud. Who the hell does that?

Of course, Scott, Barrett, and I are hardly angels either. We’ve engaged in all sorts of shenanigans: hookers, street walkers, gangbangs, exotic sex clubs, you name it. But when you’re a wealthy, handsome alpha male who exudes virility, then the world is your oyster. You don’t even have to go out and find opportunities. Beautiful women throw themselves at us. Business deals land at our feet like flopping fish. I no longer bother to check my bank balance because I know it’s a nine-figure sum, with no chance of depletion. But none of that gives me pleasure, at least not anymore. Shit gets old no matter what it is, and having lived the high life for decades, I’m over it.

But still, today’s opportunity was especially intriguing because Lily Powell is off the charts beautiful. Lionel forwarded us a couple snaps of the teen vixen, and they were eye openers. I remember when the email first popped onto my computer screen. I was at my desk, looking over some spreadsheets, when a notification pinged. Lionel wasn’t stupid enough to title it “naked pix” or “Lily’s photos.” He titled it something like “Meeting summary,” but I knew what was waiting inside.

Swiveling my monitor away from the door, I clicked on the email. Of course, I don’t exactly care if someone catches me looking at porn at my desk. After all, I’m the one in charge, so what are they going to do? Complain to the boss? Report me to HR? Good luck with that.

Plus, not only am I the CEO of Cross Holdings, but I literally own this company. Cross Holdings was established by my forebears over a hundred years ago as the Horse and Hoof Express. Yes, it’s a ridiculous name but Cross Holdings was once part of the pony express, delivering mail and other small goods across uncharted portions of the Wild West. Then over the years, the Horse and Hoof morphed and morphed again, finally becoming what it is today: a global behemoth that processes billions of credit card transactions per day. Our competitors are Visa and AmEx, and we do battle with those assholes on a daily basis.

So yes, I’m the CEO of a global corporation, and the company literally belongs to me, seeing that I’m its largest shareholder. If I want to dance naked in my office while belting out karaoke, then so be it. If I want to play mini-golf on the strip of artificial turf in front of my desk, no one will say a word. But I try to run a respectable outfit, and there’s no need to act inappropriately. As a result, I swivel my monitor away from the door and dim the screen too, just as a precaution.

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