Page 16 of Single Mom’s Secret Diary (The Forbidden Reverse Harem Collection)
Ezra
W alking into Avery’s office and seeing her and Wyatt so close together doesn’t send the same pang of jealousy it did a week ago. Not after reading parts of Avery’s secret diary. Not after learning about her fantasies of the three of us all taking her together.
She has one filthy and wild imagination.
I take a deep breath to push away the thoughts those entries have spiraled out in my mind.
It doesn’t surprise me that Wyatt’s the first to corner her. He’s been mooning over her nonstop and doesn’t show a glimpse of remorse at being caught.
Avery glows bright pink, those hazel eyes sparking when she meets my gaze.
“I need Wyatt for a board meeting.”
Her small nod is paired with a smirk as she looks at how disheveled Wyatt is. He’s buttoning his collar when she reaches up to smooth his hair back in place. Wyatt hesitates before he backs away from her.
Avery steps back behind her desk. I grab her door to close it behind us as Wyatt passes, and I shoot her a wink that makes her laugh. It’s the best sound in the world, and I tuck it into my pocket for the long, boring board meeting.
Sometimes, I wish I’d never made the company public and let outsiders come in and question how I do things. But it allowed us to build a stronghold in our niche, and I provide twice as many full-time jobs with benefits now without having to give up on the quality we’ve always provided.
Normally, the entire process doesn’t bother me, but today, I can’t seem to concentrate for very long. My mind continuously sinks into the daydreams of Avery and all the things she might let me do to her.
Let us do to her.
We don’t get much accomplished at the meeting, but at least no one has stormed off upset. That’s happened before.
I stay in my seat at the head of the table as owner and CEO, gaze unfocused on the far wall and finally consumed with the unadulterated fantasy of closing Avery in here with us, locking the door, and making her come until she’s boneless.
When I jerk back to myself, I find Wyatt and Ryder still in their seats, staring at me. Slowly, I lean forward and clasp my hands on the table. I clear my throat. “I found Avery’s diary.”
Ryder closes his eyes and sinks back into his seat with a grimace, but Wyatt’s eyes widen in interest.
“And?”
“She wrote about the three of us, all taking her at once, in so, so many ways.” How could the mere confession of this have my heart pumping like I might die?
Wyatt clenches his jaw, but he doesn’t look irritated.
Ryder spreads his fingers across the table in front of him. “Sweet mother of God.”
Their wild looks only grow as I pull the notebook from my briefcase and slide it into the open. I tap the cover pointedly. “I want to make these come true.”
Because I would give her anything, and if this is what she wants, it’s what she’ll get. No complaints from me.
Wyatt reaches for it without hesitation and flips through a few pages before he settles in to read. “If this is what she wants?—”
“Give it here.” Ryder reaches out a hand for it.
It doesn’t take any more convincing to get them onboard. Reading her words bled the resistance right out of me. Now, we just need to make it happen.
“How?” Wyatt asks.
A firm knock at the door barely cuts the intensity brewing between us, and when the door opens to show Avery peeking in, I stand and beckon her in.
“Come in and close the door.”
Her steps are tentative, and Ryder goes to pull her in, closing and locking the door behind her. Wyatt meets me at my end of the table, and the three of us gather around her.
Avery’s clothes cling to her as she shifts, looking between the three of us.
“I have a proposition for you, Avery.”
She gives me long blinks before I cup her face and kiss her. One second, she’s stiff, and then she’s melting under me, her mouth opening, back arching as I pour myself into her. Avery whimpers, fingers curling into the front of my shirt.
When I pull back, I gesture behind her for the notebook, and Ryder retrieves it. The move turns her, and she swears under her breath when she sees what we’ve got. Only, she’s staring at Ryder with her mouth open.
He hands me the notebook but steps in, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her into a kiss that has her knees giving out.
I flip open to my favorite sexual fantasy that she’s written out.
They press in on me from all sides, splaying me out on the conference table, slowly stripping me of my clothes. Their hands are everywhere, and I can’t tell who bends to cover my pussy with their mouth.
I read it aloud, and Wyatt slides behind Avery, reaching around to unsnap the waistband of her slacks and slip his hand inside. Her gasping moan tears through me.
Wyatt nuzzles behind her ear as he rubs her. Ryder undoes her buttons, spreading that silky fabric to expose her pale caramel skin and the white lace bra that barely covers her breasts. Dark pink nipples peek through the semi-transparent cloth.
Ryder palms a breast, and Avery’s head falls back with a new moan.
Wyatt pulls her blouse off her shoulders and down her arms. Ryder gathers her slacks down her thighs. I slide in to rub over her core, marveling at how hot and wet she is.
Ryder and I spread her thighs, and I nod him on. He kneels with a grin as Wyatt unsnaps her bra and reveals those dark pink nipples. I can’t resist bending down to suck one into my mouth. Avery groans, and Wyatt covers her mouth with his own.
The moment she’s bare and Ryder covers her core with his mouth, her muscles contract. His hands squeeze her full hips. I watch the flesh give and know how wonderful it is to have full access to her lushness.
Ryder moans into her. I pull her knee back farther and Wyatt takes her other one, splaying her open like she wrote in her diary.
I turn her mouth to mine, leaning us down to my elbow as her body trembles. Her hand dives into my hair, and I taste her moans across my tongue.
She’s small enough that I can wrap my hand around her opposite rib cage as I hold us up. My fingers find her small but plump breast. I roll and tug on her nipple the way she likes until she cries out.
My kisses move under her jaw, and Wyatt swoops in to kiss her.
Ryder sucks on her clit, and the muffled noise of her pleasure makes my hard-on pulse with need. I never thought I’d share a woman, especially not one I’ve been pining over for the last ten years. But all of her pleasure creates a new need inside me.
I massage the inside of her thigh as it shakes, and when I make eye contact with Ryder, I shake my head. I want her on the edge.
The way his tongue slices her open and circles her sensitive nub has her whimpering and writhing.
More suction until she’s at that brink, and he pulls back.
Avery whines, hips lifting for more, but Ryder kisses along the insides of her thighs, taking over my grip on her knee and trading me places. He descends on her tits and squeezes her thigh.
Kneeling before her sweet, wet pussy, I massage around her core, coming close to touching her without giving her what she wants.
I take my time working my way around her before I finally seal my mouth over her clit, glistening and swollen from already being brought to the brink.
Her legs jerk, like she means to clamp her thighs around my head. Fuck, yes. I groan into her, sliding two fingers into her puss.
Avery makes that wild noise that’s haunted my dreams. One of my friends whispers a soft fuck above my head.
I devour her like I’ve imagined the last few weeks of having her here to tempt me every damn second of every fucking day.
I sink into it, toying with her, prolonging her pleasure until I feel her squeeze around my digits.
Rubbing that spot until she’s trembling, I pull back and revel in the sound of protest that drops from her mouth.
I drop kisses along her pelvic bone, up her soft stomach.
Wyatt slides his hand down her inner thigh, and I know it’s his turn, but there’s still so much I want to do to her.
Slowly, I retreat, taking over her other knee as Wyatt’s touch finds her core and he sinks his fingers into her. He just holds them there as she writhes, and if I didn’t know better, I’d say he was praying.
Tearing my gaze from the sight—she’s just so pretty and pink and glistening from her own pleasure and the wetness of our mouths—I grab the notebook.
Wyatt slides down to take my place, and his movements are so slow and controlled that she’s dropped back against the conference table in frustration. Ryder is laving at her tits, her nipples swollen and puffy from so much attention.
And when they’ve all tasted me, they take turns sliding their cocks into me, completely destroying my core before moving on to my other holes and their own pleasure.
I whisper her own words against her ear and grin as she shudders. “You’re evil.”
Laughing, I plant a teasing kiss on her. “Not my diary entry…”
She huffs. “Pure evil.”