Chapter Five
Kade Howard stood with his legs braced apart, his arms folded, his gaze fixed on the painting before him. The piece of art wasn’t anything spectacular—a landscape of some boring ass field with a purple sky.
He honestly didn’t give two fucks about the painting itself, but he wanted it only so he could beat his prick of a cousin out of getting it. Their grandmother’s will had been clear. The painting would go to Kade if he was married or engaged to be married before he reached the age of thirty-two. It was his birthday in a week’s time.
If he didn’t meet that criteria, it would go to his cousin, Jasper, who was already married with two kids of his own.
When it came to Jasper, Kade played as dirty as he could and felt not one ounce of guilt over his pompous ass of a cousin. Victory was now in his hands. All that needed to happen was for his fiancée to show up at the gallery. That was all. They didn’t even have to kiss or hold hands, much less say anything to each other.
All Kade had to do was introduce the woman to his grandmother’s solicitor as his fiancée and the painting would be his. Jasper could contest the authenticity of Kade’s rather sudden engagement all he wanted; nothing would come out of it.
He glanced at his watch and noted she, whoever their PA had picked as their pretend fiancées, was three minutes late.
But then a woman walked into the gallery.
And fuck, his whole life flashed before his eyes. He knew that body, that walk, those ridiculously high-heeled shoes, which were usually never just shoes but always embellished with something else—bells, baubles, beads, bows—fucking hell. It disappointed him that she chose to wear plain heels tonight.
He knew the curve of her hips, the tiny indent of her waist, her lush, full breasts, and her perfect fucking lips. Those eyes. Golden brown orbs haunted him every night, as he wondered what his cock would feel like wrapped in the silky wetness of her pussy, which was usually followed by a case of blue balls that wrecked him.
And her dark chocolate-colored hair? Kade couldn’t help grinning. He had no idea what was going on with her hair but fuck it didn’t matter. She was the most stunning woman he had ever seen in his life.
So what in the fuck was their PA doing dressed in a dress like that, red, his favorite color, the slit so high, that the silky expanse of thigh she showed drove blood straight to his cock, depriving his brain from thinking straight. And why the hell was she strutting toward him with a Venus smile on her gorgeous face that made him twice as painfully hard?
McKenna Riley.
Their PA.
The girl they didn’t want to have anything to do with but couldn’t get away from. Because she worked for them and was damn good at her job too. The girl they swore they would keep their hands off out of respect for their mentor, George Thames since he treated her like a granddaughter—that and George warned them she was off-limits when he instructed them to give her a job as their PA at MPH Industries.
A global conglomerate that Kade and the two men who were closer to him than blood brothers, Ledger Mayfield and Hayden Philips, grew from the ground up, making them the richest men on the planet.
From the first moment they had set their eyes on her, they wanted to have her between them, naked and wet, crying out their names as they pumped their thick cocks inside her, her beautiful mouth, her gorgeous ass, and her fucking sweet as sin pussy.
They hadn’t known she existed until the day their mentor recommended her since he was retiring, ten days ago. She had come into the office for an interview that had been nothing but a formality and turned their world upside down.
They wanted her. Fuck, they didn’t get to where they were without being who they were. They would have taken her right there on their boardroom table. They’d have removed her long black skirt that flared to her ankles, spotted with white dots, then her orange blouse with its puffy sleeves; her bra would have gone too, then her panties which they would have taken turns to touch and smell.
They would have left her shoes on because, fucking hell, she had taken a pair of stilettos and adorned them with tiny shells and beads that glittered and just made her dainty ankles look even sexier.
Her interview had lasted all of three minutes before they ended it, and in that time, they had fucked her six different ways.
Since then, she had no idea the effect she had on them. How crazy she drove them, just by breathing. But they kept their hands off her, out of respect for their mentor.
They’d never simultaneously and instantly wanted the same woman at the same time, ever. Except her.
How long they planned to respect their mentor’s wishes of not taking her, fucking her, and making her theirs, they didn’t know, but there was an expiration date there.
At the end, they were just torturing themselves by having her around, getting shit done in her own unique way with her thick old-fashioned ring binder and planner that she color-coded and hand-wrote things in, and her flask of coffee wherever she went.
She amused them, made them chuckle, and at the same time they wanted to fuck her harder and make her come so many times until she couldn’t stand on her own for a week.
“I’m sorry I’m late… snickerdoodle ,” she said, sliding her body up to him, her scent, vanilla, and lavender, assailing him at once, her warmth sending off rockets in his blood.
Snickerdoodle?
What the fuck?
She reached up to him and whispered in his ear with that sultry voice of hers that she didn’t even know she had.
“I can explain.”
The fuck she will.
Because this changed everything for all three of them—him, Ledger, and Hayden. She stepped into their lair, and there was no going back from here for her.
“Explain,” he instructed, her perfume playing havoc with his control.
“All three of the ladies I hired got food poisoning. It was too short notice, and now I’m filling in for all three. Don’t worry. I got this,” she said softly.
This girl.
Kade wondered what she had planned for his lifelong friends, his brothers, Ledger and Hayden. He supposed he should warn them, but fuck they deserved to be sucker punched the same way he’d been when she walked into the gallery, straight for him, his cock thickening with each sashay of her hips.
She was theirs now.