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pushed his length into her. The lube made his movements glide, slick and easy.

Curses rang out from both men and she wondered what it felt like for them. Could they feel each other’s cocks through the thin strip of skin separating them? The thought was arousing as hell. Max started moving in and out of her, his hands holding onto the cheeks of her bottom as he plowed into her. Ian didn’t move beneath her, but he did rise up and capture one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking on it in time with his brother’s thrusts. Perspiration started covering her body from their combined body heat and she bit her lip, feeling the pleasure and pain of his length passing in and out of her bottom.

Ian let go of her nipple with a resounding pop and when Max pushed back into her he pulled out. When Ian pushed back in, Max retreated. Over and over they fucked her, their bodies like machines, as she sat there and took it. Their sweat-slicked skin rubbed along hers and created a sexual slide of heated flesh. The smell of their sex filling the room caused a sensory overload and her orgasm burst forth, making stars dance in front of her vision. They continued to move in and out, not giving her a chance to catch her breath before another quake moved through her. The pleasure was never ending. Both of them moving in tandem, the scents of their bodies, and the sound of their harsh grunts and curses were all stimuli that gave Lola rapid-fire orgasms.

The hard sting of Max’s open palm on her ass made Lola cry out and clamp down hard on both of them.

“Fuck.” Both of them swore harshly and screwed her harder, with more power. She rocked between them, holding on to Ian’s shoulders or she would have slammed right into the headboard.

“Oh God. Please, please. I can’t take anymore.” All the while she begged them, her climaxes never ending. They wouldn’t relent, and wouldn’t show her mercy from their onslaught. They were evil, naughty men, and she knew they wanted to kill her with pleasure.

“You’ll take it all, Lola, because we aren’t nearly done with you -- not until you are completely ours.” Ian rose up again and dragged his teeth along the underside of her breast. He used pressure with his teeth, adding more agony to her ecstasy.

“And believe us, sweetheart,” Max slapped her ass again and again, alternating between cheeks until they felt red and deliciously abused. “We will have you. All of you.”

Arching her back, she screamed out and felt the world tilt. Both men roared out their release, pumping three more times in her and then burying themselves balls-deep in her body. She felt their cocks swell and harden further. Collapsing on Ian, she felt Max do the same against her back. It was hard to breathe, but at the moment she didn’t care, and couldn’t even comprehend what the hell was happening. The idea of dying this way wasn’t nearly as frightening as she might have thought, especially if she was between Ian and Max. A blanket of darkness threatened to steal her and she fought it. Max pulled out of her and she winced as his girth left her. His weight left her and she couldn’t bring herself to move. Ian’s arms wrapped around her, holding her tighter, not letting her move even an inch. Max’s lips kissed a gentle trail along her back and that was when she couldn’t fight it any longer. Her energy drained, Lola blissfully passed out.  chapter 9

 Lola woke to the sound of heavy breathing on both sides of her. Peeling her eyes open, she looked left then right. All she could see was hard, golden male skin. A sheet was draped over them and she tried to remember what had happened after she closed her eyes. The sex had been incredible, and her sore body could attest to that. The euphoric high she felt with them was a fading memory and all she could think about now was what a horrible mistake she made. She had fucked her two bosses -- her two, billionaire bosses that just happened to be brothers. Closing her eyes, she groaned internally. How in the hell are you going to fix this?

Max shifted beside her, his muscular thigh brushing her leg. She needed to get out of here and clear her mind. There was no doubt that everything they had said, about wanting her completely, was all said in the heat of the moment. What would they want her for, when they could have anyone? She was their maid and they were curious. They’d wanted to try out “the help” no doubt. Now that she had given into them, very easily she might add, no doubt they would want her gone. It was just a bad situation all around. What she needed to do was get the hell out and get her mind wrapped around everything.

Getting out of the bed had been harder than she thought. It took her a good ten minutes of stopping and slowly creeping down the mattress so neither of them would wake up. On her tiptoes, Lola crept out of the room. She quickly put on her clothes, and left the pool house.

The tears started when she pulled out of their driveway and she cursed herself. Wiping them away as fast as they came, she felt angry with herself for getting like this over them. They wouldn’t cry over her, so why should she cry over them? She had been a fool to fall for their shit, a fucking idiot to let their smooth talk and her overactive libido crumble her resolve.

Her fists hit the steering wheel over and over again. What in the hell was she going to do?

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Two days. It had been two damn days since she had slept with Ian and Max and then snuck out like the wimp she was. Everything was ruined, that much was crystal clear. The tub of Rocky Road sat between her thighs, half of it empty because she couldn’t stop the spoon from going into her mouth. She refused to check her phone, to listen to her voicemail because she was dreading the phone call from them saying she no longer had her job, that it had all been a mistake. Why in the hell had she succumbed to their charms and slept with them? Ugh! She couldn’t blame them for everything that had happened. She had willingly gone to them, and had willingly let them have her body.

“You are such an asshole for loving the two most unavailable men in the world.” Yeah, she said it out loud. A humorless laugh left her at the fact that she loved Ian and Max McKnight. They were the worst type of men for her, yet her heart wouldn’t listen to her brain.

The Notebook played on her TV and she brought another spoonful of ice cream to her mouth. “Why can’t I find a guy like Ryan Gosling? So determined, so in love with the girl of his dreams.” She rolled her eyes and brought more of the chocolate and marshmallow goodness to her mouth. There were no Noah’s out in the world. A dollop of ice cream fell onto her stained and ripped T-shirt, and she groaned. Oh well, it’d just add to the rest of her messy life.

A hard knock pounded on her door. Lola sighed -- of course someone would decide to stop by, when she looked like shit reheated. Tossing the spoon back in the container, she stood and took a look at herself in the mirror by the front door. A groan left her at her appearance: Baggy sweats that were on their last leg, and a shirt that looked like she peeled it off a homeless man. Lola thought she looked like she’d been run over and then the car backed up because she was still moving. Her hair was a wild mess atop her head, but there was no time to fix her appearance.

It was either Meredith or Rachel, really her only two friends. No doubt they assumed the worst, since she hadn’t answered any calls in the last seventy-two hours. She gripped the handle and opened the door. Time stilled when she saw who stood on the other side.


Ian and Max stood there, the sight of them in those dark suits they wore doing wicked things to her body. Damn them for looking so good. They looked pissed, like really fucking pissed.

“Can we come in, Lola?” Ian’s voice was clipped and cool.

She couldn’t find her voice, let alone make her legs work.

“Please, sweetheart.” It was Max’s gentle voice that finally had her moving. She stepped aside and allowed them to enter.

When the door shut behind them it was like she had just trapped herself in the lion’s den. Their big bodies seemed to fill her foyer and she pressed her back against the door. “What are you doing here?” They turned and looked at her. “I wasn’t expecting you.” Both of their eyes swept up and down her body and then Ian snorted. “That much is clear, baby.”

Realization that she looked the way she did made her eyes widen. “Oh, God.” Her hands lifted to her hair, trying to tame some of the craziness, but she knew it was no use. Max took a step forward and she froze. His presence was comforting. Both of them eased something inside of her and made her feel less lost, less empty. He lifted his hand and she tensed, not knowing what to expect. His thumb brushed along her bottom lip and he lifted it so she could see the smear of chocolate on the pad. Her face heated and her mouth went dry as she watched him bring it to his mouth and lick it clean. She couldn’t breathe, especially when Ian stepped forward. Max moved to the side and both of them stood blocking her in, caging her against the door.

“Why did you leave?” Ian was the one to speak, an emotion crossing his face that she couldn’t describe.

“I--” She dropped her gaze, but they wouldn’t have any of it. A finger lifted her chin so she was staring at them again.

“Tell us why you left, sweetheart.”

Could they hear her heartbeat, or see it? It felt like the damn thing was going to pound right through her chest. “I didn’t want to stick around to hear you guys tell me you didn’t want me.” They looked between each other and did something she would have never expected. They fucking laughed at her. She felt her brows knit and then her anger rose. “Is it that funny?” Lola knew her face was as red as a damn beet. What she really wanted to do was slap them across their two gorgeous faces.

“Baby,” Ian grinned and lifted his hand to cup her cheek. “Did you not hear anything we told you? We want you. Completely. For us there is no one else aside from you.”