Free Maggie's Ménage by Lacey Thorn Page B

perfection, the reason why he still had her around. Well that and the fact that she could suck a cock like no other woman he had ever had. And that was saying something since he had been with more than his fair share of women.
    She moaned softly though he knew she wanted to cry out several times from what he was doing. But she was good, the best whore he had ever had and she only rested her hands lightly on his shoulders and moaned just the way he liked.
    When he finally released her, her nipples were flushed bright red and swollen from his mouth. They were beautiful. He reached his hands out and pinched them both between his fingers using them to tug her down to her knees. She reached for his pants, releasing his cock and pulling it out to bob in front of her mouth while he continued to tug and pinch at her over sensitised nipples. Yes, she was a very good whore. He groaned as she took him immediately to the back of her throat and began to milk him, her tongue reaching out to lave at his balls while she swallowed along his shaft. Almost good enough to make him forget about the two private investigators she had allowed into his office.

    Maggie had followed the two men back to a hotel on the outskirts of the city. It wasn’t where she had expected them to stay but still at least it seemed clean. It was one of those places where the doors to the rooms opened on the outside of the building with one floor of rooms stacked on top of the other. At least the two men were in the same room at the moment. That would make what she had in mind easier. She just had to work up her courage a bit.
    She’d never been a seductress before. She’d had sex, plenty of sex. But even the most risqué acts came off feeling like vanilla sex. Perhaps it was because most of her partners were boring, mundane, vanilla men outside of the bedroom, and sometimes inside as well. But that was all going to end as soon as she stepped from the car and put her plan into action. Her father wanted her to marry one of the two men in the room she kept staring at. Expected her to do whatever it took to ensure that happened. Instead she was going to ensure that they thought of her as a wild promiscuous woman, definitely not the type a man would want to marry.
    She took another deep breath and opened the car door, easing her frame out and shutting the door behind her. She stood there for a moment smoothing her hands down the grey pencil skirt she wore before reaching up to make sure her hair was still up. She tilted her chin up reminding herself just what was at stake. Everything.
    Resolve filled her, giving her the courage to walk up to the door the two men had entered more than an hour before. An hour she had spent sitting in the car watching. It was now or never. Maggie took a deep breath and raised her hand to knock, but she didn’t need to. The door opened and the taller, leaner of the two men stood before her in nothing but a pair of jeans which rode low on his hips. His chest was covered with a smattering of dark hair that encircled each nipple and trailed down over his abdomen disappearing into his waistband. He was sexy enough to have her mouth and more intimate places filling with fluid. But when he parted his lips and spoke in a husky British accent she could actually feel herself melting like butter.
    “We were wondering how long it would take you to head this way love.” His voice slipped down her spine leaving a fiery warmth coursing through her. She was more than ready for her plan, more than ready to do anything he asked of her.
    “You knew I was here?” It was a whisper, all she could manage with her heart galloping in her chest.
    “We’ve been watching you since you arrived.” It was the other who spoke this time and he had the sweet southern tones of a Texas man. You could hear the “aw, shucks” in his voice and she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that these two must work well together. What one couldn’t get the other would definitely