Claimed by the Trillionaires (Menage for Mankind Book 5) by Ella Mansfield

how she looked, she was embarrassed to be naked in front of anyone.  She untied the belt on her robe and dropped it to the floor, closing her eyes to help her not be embarrassed.
    "Oh, what a beautiful body!  So many women think they need to be skin and bones.  She'll be able to carry a baby nicely, won't she?"  She heard footstep come toward her and she opened her eyes.  "Hold your arms out to the side for me, beautiful.  I need to see what we have to work with here."
    Sarah kept her gaze on Brice as Stanley measured her everywhere.  He measured her calves and thighs and even her wrists. 
    Brice's eyes remained on Sarah, making certain the other man did nothing improper.  His cock swelled behind his pants, and he shifted his feet uncomfortably.  He saw Sarah's eyes drop to his crotch, and then her nipples hardened. 
    Her eyes flew to his.  She wanted him.  She wanted to kick Stanley out of the room and go at it like rabbits.  She hadn't touched her schoolwork yet that day, but surely that could wait 'til after a short honeymoon.  Couldn't it?
    Stanley put his tape measure down.  "You can put your robe back on," he told her.  He took a seat on the couch, while she sat in a chair.  "I don't have a book of sketches to choose from, because I don't have a lot of female clients.  Do you trust me?"
    "I don't know you," Sarah answered promptly.  "I don't want to be immodest in my dress."
    Brice stepped forward then.  "We want a combination of modest and immodest clothing.  Her husbands would of course like her to wear as little as possible around the house.  Lots of skimpy lingerie would be appreciated."  He winked at Sarah, and she blushed.  "Now, for trips out of the house, I think we'd all like to see her fully covered.  Not neck to ankles, of course, but not a ton of cleavage.  Keep the hemlines at the knee.  We don't want any crazies killing us for our gorgeous bride or kidnapping her."
    Stanley made a note on his phone.  "Absolutely, sir.  Is there a choice of fabric you would prefer?"
    Sarah nodded.  "I got to wear silk for my auction and I loved it.  If felt so good against my skin."
    Stanley noted that.  "We'll make you many different things.  Maybe some shorts for staying in?  Comfortable clothing for when you're home alone?"
    "That sounds good." 
    The man finished his notes and stood.  "We'll have at least two outfits ready for you tomorrow and some lingerie.  Would that suit you?"
    "Of course."  She wished he'd hurry, because she was ready to be alone with Brice.
    "I'll be here around the same time tomorrow afternoon."  Stanley looked between Brice and Sarah, obviously noting the sexual tension.  His eyes went to the bulge at the front of Brice's pants, and he walked toward the door.  "I'll show myself out.  You two have fun." 
    As soon as the door closed, Sarah flew to Brice.  She pulled his head down for a kiss, while pressing herself up against him.  "I need you," she whispered.
    Brice laughed softly.  "I need you just as much."  He backed her toward the couch, pushing her down on it onto her back.  "This is going to have to do."  He unfastened his pants with his eyes on hers.
    She untied the belt holding her robe together and spread it open for him, her legs spreading and her knees raising.  She raised her arms to him, welcoming him.
    Brice dropped his pants to his ankles, but didn't bother removing his shirt.  He'd expected to spend half the day making love to his wife, and this was the first time they'd come together.  He needed it, and he needed it quickly.
    He settled himself between her thighs and guided his cock to her entrance.  He let out a low groan as he pushed his cock into her.  "That's what I need."
    Sarah wrapped her legs around his waist moaning in pleasure.  "I love how you feel inside me!"
    He had only ever taken her fast and hard, but this time, he was determined to make love to her slow and leisurely. 
    She wove her fingers through his hair,