“You have three weeks, Logan. Not a second more.”
“Three weeks? That’s --”
“That’s when the Romance Guild conference takes place,” he cuts me short, not allowing me any time to feed him any bullshit excuse. “And I’ll need to have Lana working with Bad Boy Publishing by then.”
“What the fuck is up with that manuscript, Grady? Why’s everyone going crazy about it?”
“Do I look like I know? In case you have forgotten, you still haven’t given me the manuscript. But there’s some buzz in the industry… And, besides, I want to make that bitch Abby pay for what she’s done to me and to Bad Boy Publishing.”
“Jesus fuck, man, that much hate is bad for your health, you know?” I tell him but, in truth, I couldn’t give any less of a fuck about his health.
“Hate? This is business. Welcome to the real world, Logan.”
I open my mouth to reply (or, well, to tell him to fuck off) but what’s the point? I just shrug and turn around, making my way up the stairwell and leaving him behind in the shadows.
Three weeks! That’s fucking insane. I have no idea how I’m going to make Lana sign with Bad Boy Publishing in just three weeks. Even if I really wanted to do it, I’d have no idea where to start. Despite not knowing her way around the industry, Lana isn’t the kind of woman that can be played that easily; she’s fiercely loyal to Abby Cleveland, and that’s just for starters. Besides, she’s really passionate about her manuscript, and I doubt she’d sell her rights to a soulless publishing house like Grady’s.
“There you are!” I suddenly hear her voice, moments after I just stepped into the main floor of the convention hall. She’s making her way through of crowd of Abby fans, some of them wearing Twelve Inches shirts, and she’s dragging Anders after her. “Come with me,” she tells me without waiting for my reply, using her free hand to grab me.
I let her lead the way, and I exchange a glance with Anders as we start walking up a set of stairs at the end of the convention hall. They lead to the private quarters of the higher-ups, people like Abby Cleveland and other CEOs.
“Where are we going?” I ask Lana, but she doesn’t stop. Instead, she waves her staff badge at one of the security guys controlling this private floor, and then hurries down a large corridor. Stopping in front of two double doors, she snags a key out of her purse and places it inside the lock.
One second later and the three of us are stepping inside a large but cozy lounge. There are three couches in the middle of the room, facing a large flat screen TV, and there’s a large glass table on the corner, a bowl of fruit, and a bottle of red wine on top of it. On the far end of the room, there’s no wall; instead, a huge floor-to-ceiling glass panel offers us a perfect view of the convention hall below us.
“Where --” Anders starts to ask her, but she replies before he has the chance to finish his sentence.
“This is Abby’s private lounge,” she says, her voice sounding devilish and each word that leaves her lips brimming with lust. Oh, I see where this is going.
Turning her back to us, she slides the key inside the lock once more and locks us inside, the sound of the lock turning making my heart feel like a fucking hand grenade.
“She comes here whenever she has a break … and now it’s my turn to take a break,” she whispers, walking past both Anders and I, and pulling the heavy blinds on the floor-to-ceiling glass panel. Now sheltered from prying eyes, she finally turns on her heels and looks at us.
“I just couldn’t wait,” she starts, slowly whispering each of her words.
“You couldn’t wait for what?” Anders asks her, but her answer is an obvious one. Closing the distance between us, she takes her hands to our crotches and grabs our cocks mercilessly.
“I couldn’t wait for this. I need your cum. Right now.”
Oh, that’s the best fucking thing I’ve heard all day.
21
Lana
They come for me at the same time, their eager fingers wandering over my body. Closing my eyes, I allow their fingertips to wander over every square inch of my body, their hands taking in the shape of my curves.
I have a hard time believing that this is happening, but there’s no way around it; I feel their hands on me, their lips brushing over the smooth skin of my neck … and, more than that, I’ve already felt their hard cocks on my mouth.
This is really happening. This isn’t a dream.
I still have a hard time wrapping my head around the fact that these two men don’t mind sharing me, you know? It happened once, and now it’s going to happen again. I’m the luckiest woman on Earth, there’s not a shred of doubt in my mind. In fact, I wouldn’t be this happy if I had won the lottery. Because this is so much better...
Trust me.
Leaning into me, Anders presses his lips hard against my neck and starts nibbling at my skin, pulling it between his teeth; at the same time, Logan’s hands trail down the side of my body and he grabs my ass hard, his fingers digging into my flesh.
Grinning, I part my lips and allow Logan to enter my mouth, our tongues dancing together as Anders’ lips enjoy every inch of naked skin on my neck. Closing my eyes, I drop one hand and flatten it over the front of Anders’ pants, feeling his hard cock over his pants. I do the same with Logan, my heart tightening up inside my chest as I realize that, soon enough, these two cocks are going to be deep inside of me.