Free Maggie's Ménage by Lacey Thorn Page A

type that would be easily manipulated. No these were definitely alpha males. What she was planning for them might be more fun than she anticipated. But best of all it would destroy her father’s plans to marry her off to the man of his choice. She couldn’t contain the grin of triumph that tugged at her lips. Let the fun begin.

    Alex looked at Patrick and read his mind as if it was his own. It would take a dead man not to notice the woman standing behind Dom Houston and they were both very much alive. She was a cool drink of water in a calf length skirt that hugged her body from her lush hips down. Her shirt was a soft shade of pink that buttoned all the way up to her throat but was fitted to showcase the tantalising mounds of her breasts. Her hair was a multitude of different shades of blonde, at least from the bit that was showing where she had it piled on top of her head. The face was classic, one that would only grow better with age. Her eyes a delicate shade of hazel, more green than blue at the moment.
    By the expression on Patrick’s face, they were both thinking the same thing. Getting her naked and fucking her. One at a time, together. It wouldn’t matter as long as she was naked and willing. Damn, Alex wondered who she was.
    Mr. Houston followed their gazes and seemed startled that the woman was in the room.
    “Margaret. You’ll excuse us now,” was all he said before turning back to them and dismissing the woman, Margaret once again. He missed the emotion that flashed through her eyes but Alex and Patrick saw it. She quickly contained it and giving a nod left the room pulling the door shut behind her. And releasing the two of them to get down to the business they had come here for.

    “Those weren’t the men I was expecting you little idiot!” Dom thundered at the twit who was good for nothing unless she was on her knees. “Next time you send someone into my office you better make damn sure of who they are and what their business is first! You could have just cost me a lot with your stupidity.”
    He watched as tears filled her eyes saw them tremble on her lashes for a moment before slipping down her cheeks. “I’m so sorry. So sorry. I promise that it won’t happen again.” Her eyes were pleading with him and her chest was starting to rise and fall with her effort to control her anxiety.
    His eyes slipped to those beautiful breasts that he knew so well. “Lock the door.” He never moved from his position behind the desk as he delivered his order. He knew without a doubt that she knew what was coming, and that she would do whatever he told her to. Money and power could buy a lot of obedience.
    The lock clicked and she slowly turned back to him, her hands already on the hem of her shirt. He nodded and watched as she pulled it over her head revealing the low cut white lace bra underneath that he knew would match her panties exactly. He should know since he bought them. She reached back and released the catch letting the bra slide down her shoulders to land on top of the shirt at her feet. Her breasts were high and firm, the nipples a rosy pink that flushed darker as the cooler air hit them and caused them to tighten further. They would blush red before he was done with them.
    She moved her hands to the waist of her skirt until he stopped her. “Leave it. You won’t be receiving pleasure now. Only good girls get pleasured. Do you want to be a good girl?”
    She nodded, her eyes still luminescent with tears.
    “Then come over here and show me how sorry you are.” He pushed his chair back from the desk spreading his knees and making room for her to kneel before him. He stopped her when she stood between his thighs and leaning forwards took a nipple into his mouth sucking fiercely and biting the tip several times before moving across to the other one. He loved breasts, always had. Nipples were made to be sucked hard, to be nipped and even bitten when the mood struck just right. And hers were