She's a headstrong lawyer who has had groundbreaking success in her field despite her young age.
They are three dominant brothers who need a lawyer for their multi-million pound business.
What could go wrong?
NOTE: THIS IS A REVERSE HAREM NOVEL
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"Is this what you want, Kitten? Hmm?" I whimper as he presses his crotch to my ass, "Do you want my hand wrapped around your pretty throat like a necklace?"
"Think she likes that, Zach," Elijah steps towards me, sandwiching me between their bodies.
He kisses me hungrily, attacking my mouth with his lips as Zach squeezes my throat.
"E, see how wet our girl is," Callum growls from my living room sofa. I feel myself soaking through my underwear, becoming a puddle at their words.
I close my eyes as Elijah slides his hand down my front, through the gap between my breasts until he is brushing over my underwear-covered clit. He pulls them to the side, pushing a finger in my hole.
I try to drop my head back as the pleasure overtakes me but Zach tightens his grip on my neck.
"She's soaked," Elijah confirms to his brother.
"Good," Callum mutters.
I watch with wide eyes as he makes his way over to me, a deliciously determined and serious look on his face...
........
My eyes snap open and I look around the room to see my bed empty.
What the fuck was that about?
I rub my eyes as I swing my legs out of bed, trying to forget that I just had a sexual dream about my clients.
Plural.
Heading into my bathroom, I turn on the shower and step in, letting the warm water cascade over my tired body. As the water hits my face, I start to wake up fully.
Shaking my head has no effect on removing the dream from my mind, and I find myself still wet from the thought of it.
Sliding my hand down to my pussy, I start to rub the ache away on my clit. My legs buckle as I increase the pressure and I have to reach out to the shower wall for stability.
As I start to shake, I gather more of the wetness seeping out of my hole on my fingers and add it to my clit.
I cry out as my orgasm pulses through me, making it a task for me to stay standing on unstable legs. I rub myself through the apex, holding my breath until the high ends and I slump against the wall.
Catching my breath, I run my hand through my wet hair.
Fuck.
This is not okay.
I can't be thinking like this about them.
As I overthink my dream, I wash my hair and turn the shower off. After blowdrying it, I curl it into loose, blonde, beach waves. I add a bit of makeup to my face to give myself a polished look for my meeting before leaving the bathroom to select my outfit.
