The Hot Millionaires Collection, Volume 3 (MFMM)

The Hot Millionaires

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Word Count: 90,008
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Her Alpha Avengers

Sabine Hilton, discovering that she’s been defrauded by her mother’s boyfriend, tracks him down to Florida. Lured to a lonely beach, she finds not the whistle-blower she’d gone there to meet but a corpse. Worse yet, the murderer is standing over the body.

Fin Landon and his buddies Otto Prentice and Gabriel Yorke convince Sabine that they didn’t kill anyone and that they too are looking for Pearson. Throwing in her lot with her three unlikely avengers, Sabine lets herself go and indulges in a wild sex fest with them.

The three commitment-phobes have at last found a woman they can all love, but first they need to help her find Pearson so she can get some sort of closure. But Sabine has other ideas. Not prepared to lean on them, she takes matters into her own hands, and her avengers must race against time to save her from her own folly…

Her Three Entrepreneurs

When Athena Lloyd’s beloved grandfather is viciously attacked, she believes the three American entrepreneurs who want to buy his English farmland must be responsible. She denounces them on television, destroying their reputations. Bay Marshall, Dex Willis, and Marty Grisham convince Athena that they’re not the culprits and team up with her in an effort to find out who really wishes her family harm.

Thrown into their company, Athena’s dormant sensuality is awakened at the experienced hands of her three sexy entrepreneurs. Danger lurks at every turn for Athena. The bank calls in her loans, her house is burglarised, and her estranged mother is no help whatsoever. Her own life is threatened, and the people she trusts most let her down when she needs them the most.

But all Athena seems able to think about is submitting to her three glamorous men. After all, they’ll be gone from her life forever very soon, won’t they?

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The Hot Millionaires Collection, Volume 3 (MFMM)

The Hot Millionaires

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Her Alpha Avengers


Anxious to be well clear of the national park before the cavalry arrived, Fin drove the boat as fast as he dared. There were a few early morning fishing boats out, and he didn’t want to raw attention to himself by acting like a boy racer and causing too much wake. At the same time, he kept a weather eye on Sabine Hilton. Not that she’d introduced herself, but then, she didn’t need to. He knew pretty much all there was to know about her already, barring a few crucial facts.

“Don’t even think about it,” he said, not turning his head to look at her.

“Trying to control my thoughts now, are you?”

“I could lock you in the cabin if you’d like.”

She squared her shoulders and placed a hand on the stupid dog’s harness—like he’d protect her. “I’d like to see you try.”

“Don’t test me, Sabine. One man’s already died today.”

“Thanks to you.”

“Just so that you know, there are gators in these waters. I wouldn’t recommend jumping in.”

“Gators only inhabit freshwater,” she said with a triumphant smile. “You haven’t abducted a complete dummy, you know.”

Fin couldn’t help chuckling, even though he didn’t have much to laugh about right now. Sabine was a surprise. He’d seen a couple of grainy pictures of her, but they didn’t do her justice. She was tall and athletic looking, and he liked that she wasn’t stick thin, had decent curves, a cute butt, and endless legs. He’d discovered that much, even under such dangerous conditions, when he carried her to the boat. He hadn’t seen her eyes yet because she’d kept her shades on, but he was willing to bet that they were as fiery as the rest of her. She had a long tangle of brunette hair that ended halfway down her back and features that were interesting rather than beautiful. He almost smiled again, imagining her reaction if she could read his thoughts. Telling a woman she looked interesting was like saying a Picasso painting was “nice.” It was neither sensible nor an accurate description.

One thing he did know was that she was smart and didn’t lack courage. She’d come over to the States to look for Pearson and had gotten a damned sight closer than Fin and his buddies had so far managed. Okay, so she’d been at it for longer, but Fin was a professional and had the sorts of resources at his disposal that she could only dream about. Spencer had been the break they’d all been waiting for, and Fin had allowed him to be murdered on his watch.

Hell, he’d screwed up big time!

Preferring not to dwell upon his inefficiencies, he returned his thoughts to Sabine. She must have been scared shitless when she came upon him, standing over Spencer’s body. Of course she thought he’d done it. In her position, he’d think the same thing. But she hadn’t had hysterics or gone all girly at the sight of blood, and now appeared curious about him, rather than scared. He was pretty sure she wouldn’t make a break for it, so he didn’t carry through on his threat to lock her out of sight.

His cell buzzed. He checked the display and answered it.

“Yeah, Otto.”

“Her place has been turned over, and recently.”

“Shit!” He turned to Sabine. “What time did you leave your condo this morning?”

It must have been something about the urgency in his tone that made her answer him. “Six o’clock. Why?”

“She left at six,” he said to Otto, “so it must have been recent.”

“Her computer’s gone, if she had one.”

“Hang on, I’ll ask her.”

“Your condo’s been broken into,” he said.

“Yes, by your buddy.”

“No, before that. Did you have a computer? If so, it’s gone.”

She flashed a superior smile and patted the large bag that hadn’t left her person. She appeared to be annoyed with herself for revealing her secret, because although she turned away from him, he still heard her mutter a few choice swear words.

“It’s okay, she’s sensible enough to keep it with her. Just collect up all her personal things and bring them on over.”

“On my way,” Otto said, cutting the connection.

Fin didn’t meet her curious gaze after that, and she made no attempt to speak to him. He admired that about her. She must be brimming with questions but didn’t know if she could trust him and wasn’t about to volunteer anything about herself. Well, she’d find out they were the good guys once they got back to base.

He slowed to just above idle speed as he turned the boat into the watery cul-de-sac that led to their house. When he arrived at their private dock, Gabriel was there to take the lines.

“Hello,” he said to Sabine, the inevitable sexy smile springing to his lips as he clocked her physical attributes. “I’m Gabriel Yorke.”

“Another guardian angel,” she said, rolling her eyes. “It must be my lucky day.”

“Lady,” Gabe said, his smile widening, “you have no idea.”




“No noise!” Fin jerked the leash hard. “Now, come and join us.”

Sabine couldn’t walk as elegantly as she would have liked to in the overlarge boots. She did her best, putting one foot carefully in front of the other, trying hard not to sway on the flimsy heels. She kept her eyes lowered, but there was nothing she could do about her face heating with anticipation, or her heart thumping so loud that she was sure they must be able to hear it.

She reached Fin and stood stock-still, waiting to be told what to do next.

“Get down on your knees,” he said.

Grateful to come down from the dangerously high boots, she did as he asked, awkward with her shackled hands. Fin spread his legs wide.

“Suck me,” he ordered.

Unable to use her hands, Sabine fell back on ingenuity and experience. Her previous boyfriend had been hot on her giving him head, and she’d been well tutored in the art. She slid her lips playfully over the tip of his prick, which twitched as soon as her tongue made contact with it. She leaned farther forward as she took him all the way into her mouth, which necessitated sticking her butt farther in the air. As soon as she did that, someone brought a switch down across it. Only having Fin’s cock in her mouth prevented her from screaming as she waited for the pain to transmute to pleasure.

As it did so, her body was consumed with a warm, tingling sensation that drove her wild. She sucked harder at Fin’s cock, tracing the line of the prominent vein down its length with her tongue. She heard him suck in a breath just as one of the others spanked her so hard that she almost reflexively bit Fin’s most prized possession. Moisture seeped from her cunt, and her nipples felt painfully hard. This was exquisite torture in its purest form, and Sabine was in seventh heaven.

Someone tugged on the leash.

“My turn,” Otto said.

Sabine shuffled along on her knees and repeated the process. This time the spanking came from her other side, so it must have been Fin wielding a whip. It came down hard across her butt, the sound as loud and sharp as a rifle shot in the otherwise quiet room. She took Otto’s cock a little deeper to avoid making a noise, realizing as she did so why they’d ordered her to keep quiet. To swallow her reaction she had to swallow them.

Very clever, guys.

When Gabe had also had his share of her lips, Fin ordered her to stand up. He took her hand and led her to the bed.

“Sit down,” he said.

The mattress floated beneath her weight, and she realized that it was a waterbed.

“On your back, arms above your head.”

Sabine wiggled into position, and as soon as she lifted her arms, someone fastened the shackles to the headboard. When Otto loomed over her, wielding nipple clamps attached with a chain, her pulse rate went off the chart. Carefully, he rubbed lube round her areolas and then attached the clamps. No one spoke a word. Once again it took all of Sabine’s self-control, such as it was, not to cry out with the pleasure she felt as soon as the clamps were in place. Otto attached the long chain that swung between them to her collar. It occurred to her that if she jerked her head backward it would increase the pressure on the clamps. These guys sure knew how to rock her world.

Except that none of them had laid so much as a finger on her, and it was making her crazy. She guessed that was the point and wanted to beg them to have mercy. She couldn’t do that, of course, because to disobey them would have the opposite effect to the one she most desired. Instead she lay totally still and waited. Gabe fastened a blindfold over her eyes, heightening her perceptions as everything went dark. She now couldn’t see and couldn’t touch, but she could sure as hell feel, and what she felt now, even before they fucked her, exceeded anything she’d ever known before. She was so turned on that she would only have to rub her thighs together, and she would make herself come. No question.

She didn’t dare try it. The slightest sign of disobedience and they’d probably punish her by not punishing her. Sabine smiled. Presumably, that was allowed, and she had plenty to smile about right now. She recalled the look in their eyes as she briefly glanced up at them whilst on her knees, sucking their cocks. It could be argued that they were humiliating her, but she knew better than that. Their expressions, full of unimpeded admiration, told her all she needed to know about who really wielded the power in this situation. It sure as hell wasn’t any of them.

Someone picked up one of her feet and kissed each toe in turn, running his tongue between them, sending wild sensations shooting up her leg. Someone else touched one of her tits, tweaking the clamp and causing her to squirm against the jolt it gave her. A third hand reached beneath her and played with her ass. They were like octopi, touching, feeling, nipping, kissing every inch of her without speaking a word.

Sabine clamped her lips tight closed to stop herself from emitting any sounds. Unfortunately, it was beyond her to prevent her body from bucking and writhing as they continued to drive her way beyond her pleasure quota.

Finally, just when she thought she couldn’t stand another moment of this exquisite torture, Fin spoke.

“Roll onto your side, babe.” A hand, presumably his, splayed the small of her back and gave her a nudge. “That’s it. Now the three of us are gonna fuck you until you beg for mercy. Not that you can beg, of course,” he said, chuckling, “because if you utter so much as a squeak, we’ll stop immediately. Nod if you understand the rules.”


Her Three Entrepreneurs


“Hey, Bay, take a look at this,” Dexter called from the sitting room.

Bay stuck his head round the door from his adjacent study. “What is it?” he asked.

“This woman on television. She’s talking about us.”

“In your dreams, buddy,” Marty said, joining them from the lower floor and grinning at the sight of the redheaded woman filling the television screen.

“No really, she is. She lives somewhere called Blackridge Farm, and—”

“Why does that sound familiar?” Marty asked, his eyes still following the woman’s every move on the television screen.

“It was recommended to us as a possible purchase,” Bay said, taking an interest in the interview, “but they wouldn’t sell.”

“Oh yeah, I remember now.”

“Shush.” Bay waved a hand. “I want to hear this.”

“Us country dwellers are being forced out by corporate types who wouldn’t know a style from a stinging nettle, just because they want to turn our homes into fancy country clubs.”

The woman spoke with controlled anger as the camera panned to the façade of an attractive old building that looked in urgent need of modernization. It then moved on to take in the wider scene—green pastures dotted with sheep, a run full of chickens, a huge patch of vegetables that could have been organic, a couple of decent-looking horses. It looked idyllic.

“This is how the English countryside should look.” The woman’s pretty face, with eyes a compellingly deep violet blue, was flushed with anger. When the camera showed the devastation wreaked in her kitchen, Bay felt a deep rage on her behalf. “This is the way it’s been for centuries,” she said, still standing outside and pointing to the open landscape. “We’re adapting to change, or would, but obstacles are being placed in our way all the time.”

“Why do you say that?” the interviewer asked.

“Because rich people want to seize what’s ours just so they can get a little richer.” She expelled a deep breath, and Bay’s attention was drawn to firm breasts swelling with indignation. As the camera panned away from her, he saw that she was tall, and even through her uniform of jeans and old shirt he could see that she had decent curves. Her legs were long, and when she turned to wave a hand in the direction of the chicken run, he got a good view of a neat butt.

“Nice,” Marty said, voicing Bay’s own thoughts.

“When these rich jerks don’t get what they want through fair means, they don’t hesitate to play dirty tricks.”

“Athena Lloyd. Nice name,” Dex remarked when it was flashed up on the screen.

“They influence the banks against us and even break into our homes to attack helpless old men.”

“Do you have proof of this?” the interviewer asked.

“What proof do I need? We’ve lived here for years without any problems. And yet within a couple of weeks of turning down an offer from American entrepreneurs, our loans get called in by the bank, our house gets burgled, and my grandfather is brutally attacked.” Athena tilted her head to one side, a profusion of red hair falling across one side of her face, partially concealing a combative expression. “Coincidence? I don’t think so.”

“She’s lethal when she gets mad,” Marty said admiringly.

“Do you have any idea who’s behind the campaign you allege is being waged against your grandfather?” the interviewer asked.

“Sure I do.” She held up a very familiar letterhead—their letterhead. “These people, BDM Enterprises, don’t seem to be able to take no for an answer.”

“Fucking hell!” Bay’s eyebrows shot skyward. “She is talking about us.”

By the time the news moved to another story, the phone was already ringing. Bay let the machine pick up. It was one newshound after another looking for a quote.

“That was just local television,” Bay said, grinding his jaw. “But the nationals will have recognized our name and picked up the story.”

“What will we do about it?” Marty asked. “We haven’t threatened or attacked anyone. How could she think that we had?”

“Yeah, she has no evidence,” Dex agreed. “Why would she do that?”

“She’s upset, I guess,” Bay said, “and needs to blame someone.”

The phone rang again. “We can’t keep ignoring them,” Marty said. “That’ll just make it seem true.”

“We’ll have to put out a statement denying all knowledge, and express our concern for Mr. Lloyd’s welfare.” Bay sighed. “It ain’t much, but it’s better than nothing.”

This conversation was taking place in the large house the guys had rented outside of Southampton for their temporary stay in England. They all hated hotels, mainly because they valued their privacy so much. Bay phoned their London office and got put through to his PA. He dictated a statement off the cuff and told her to get it out to the networks straightaway.

“If you get any calls from American media about this, Lorraine, let me know immediately.”

“Will do, Bay,” she said in a breathless voice. “You sure you don’t need me to come down there and man the phone until this dies down?”

“We can manage, thanks.”

“She doesn’t miss a trick, does she,” Marty said, chuckling. “She’s got it bad for you, Bay, if you ask me.”

“I didn’t.”

“Shame about Athena Lloyd being so mad at us,” Dex said. “She’s kinda cute.”

“Come on, you two, move your asses.”

“Where are we going?”

“Blackridge Farm, of course. You can get to meet the lovely Athena for yourselves. We can’t have her going around making libellous statements about us.”

“Aw, you’re not gonna sue her, are you, Bay?” Marty asked. “That wouldn’t be nice.”

“She’s not being very nice to us,” Dex pointed out.

“She’s emotional,” Marty said defensively. “I’m sure she didn’t mean it.”

They headed for their Jaguar, and Bay slipped behind the wheel. “No, we’re not gonna sue her. How would that look to the media? Talk about David and Goliath.”

“Then why are we going down there?” Dex asked, sharing a bemused look with Marty. “I’m sure we’re the last people she wants to see right now.”

“I dunno.” Bay shrugged as he turned the car onto the motorway and put his foot down. “But there’s something not quite right about all this. I can smell it.” He flashed a smile at his buddies. “In order to protect our own reputation, we need to help Ms. Lloyd find out who’s trying to damage Ms. Lloyd’s livelihood.”




Dex patted the couch on either side of his thighs and she straddled him without hesitation, bunching her Lycra skirt around her waist in order to do so. He slipped the head of his cock straight into her entrance. She was dripping wet, more than ready for him. No foreplay. There would be plenty of time for games later. Guiding her by her hips, he lowered her onto him and thrust himself all the way home with a sharp upward motion of his hips.

“Christ, you’re tight,” he said, closing his eyes, conscious of her expanding to accommodate him.

“That feels heavenly,” she said, slowly rising and falling on his cock, taking him a little deeper each time.

Dex reached for her tits but didn’t remove the bra. He liked fucking with clothes on. Besides, he had no intention of coming inside her without a condom. He had other ideas. But first, she needed to climax. He bit down on one of her nipples, causing her to cry out. He increased the strength of his upward thrusts, reaching a hand between them to agitate her clit. She screamed.

“Dex, I can’t hold it.”

“Then I’ll punish you for that later,” he said, his voice gravelly with passion. “Right now you need to come for me, babe.”

“I am, I…oh God, here it comes! Fuck me, Dex. Give me it hard.”

She threw her head back, her long hair tickling his thighs as she closed around his cock, riding it like it was an out-of-control stallion that needed to be taught who was in charge. He felt a tremor run through her body as it pulsated wildly, her breasts rubbing against his shirted chest as she bounced up and down in time to his upward thrusts. It seemed like an eternity before she collapsed against him, finally spent.

“Thank you,” she said, so primly that he laughed aloud.

“My pleasure,” he said, kissing her. “Or yours. Now it’s my turn. Marty, as you know by now, is a tits man. Bay, well, he kinda likes a cute backside, whereas I prefer face fucking.”

“Face fucking?”

He tipped her off his lap, pulled his jeans and shirt off, and splayed his legs. “On your knees, babe,” he said, holding his cock at its base.

“Ah, I see.”

She slid between his legs and wrapped her fingers around his erection. Appearing to think about it, she let it go again and instead placed her hands on either side of her large breasts, squashing it between them. She moved her chest up and down, rubbing his cock so hard that he almost lost control. Each time its head emerged from between her tits she flicked her tongue playfully across it. Dex threw his head back and groaned. The little witch was teasing him, which would earn her a good spanking later on. Right now he had other priorities.

“Eat it,” he said curtly, slapping her hands away from her tits.

She smiled up at him and wrapped her lips round his dick, sliding it in and out of her mouth and playing with his loaded balls with one hand. He was on fire and pumped himself deeper into her mouth, unable to get enough of her.

“That’s it, babe. You’ve got it all now. Suck it deep, honey. Run your sweet lips over it and make me come for you.”

She obediently sucked harder, darting her tongue across the slit in its head until he thought he might lose it then and there. Dex didn’t want to come yet—he wanted to enjoy this torture for a bit longer—but wasn’t sure if he could hold on. Something told him that Athena hadn’t done this too often before, but she was a natural at it, seeming to know exactly how much pressure to exert and when and where to introduce her tongue.

Dex groaned, lifting his hips in an effort to fuck her mouth deeper still. She accommodated him somehow, increasing the pressure on his balls as she did so.

“Christ, I can’t hold on!” Dex was consumed with a combination of agony and ecstasy as he desperately tried to make it last longer. But it was no good. It was a battle he was never going to win. “Here it comes, babe. I’m fucking your face now. Swallow it down for me.”

He swore at her, reaching down to slap her butt as he thrust an endless stream of sperm into her mouth. She swallowed it, her throat working hard to keep up with the supply, sucking it out of him until he was completely dry.

“Wow,” he said inadequately. He pulled her up from the floor and back into his arms, where he cradled her protectively against his chest. “You’re damned good at that.”

“Glad you approve.”

“She put on quite a show.”

Dex looked up, unsurprised to see Bay and Marty leaning against the doorjamb.

“Shall we take this upstairs?” Bay suggested.

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