Her Alpha Avengers [The Hot Millionaires #7] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Zara Chase Page A

combination of desperate passion and inexorable need that he saw there made him forget he was teetering on the brink himself. He drove into her as hard and fast as he could, still slapping her butt with the ruler, until she finally slowed her movements and flashed a radiant smile.
    Finally, Otto got to have his turn. He swept his hand along one side of his three-sided desk and sent all the papers on it flying to the floor. He half wondered what the guys would make of that if they’d seen it. Otto was super picky about the order of his desk, and anyone who messed with it got their ass chewed. He lifted Sabine from his lap and settled her butt on its edge.
    “Flip your legs round my neck,” he said gruffly, standing in front of her.
    As soon as she did so, he slid back into her, harder, more desperate than he’d ever been before. He met Sabine’s gaze, and something unfamiliar tugged at his heartstrings, overwhelming his reason, stoking his already overloaded passion.
    “Hold tight,” he said, “I need to go deep.”
    “The deeper the better,” she said breathlessly.
    She held on to the edge of the desk for balance, but Otto thrust into her so hard that he could see her struggling to hold her position. She resolved the problem by flinging her arms round his neck, joining her legs that were already there. She clung to him like an athletic monkey, but inventive though the position was, it wouldn’t work. He’d probably put both their backs out if he tried it.
    Otto lowered her back onto the desk, and with all her limbs still twined round his neck, he leaned over her and pummelled her cunt with every ounce of strength that remained to him.
    “I can’t last, babe. Just stay with me.”
    “I am. Let yourself go, Otto. My cunt’s yours.”
    The word, spoken in her crisp English accent, caused the remaining few fragments of his self-control to shatter. He hammered himself deep into the walls of her pussy, delirious with pleasure as his head roared with the rushing excitement of a climax to end all climaxes.
    “Here it comes, Sabine. I’m gonna shoot my load deep into you, honey.”
    Otto screwed his eyes shut tight to better absorb the full impact of an orgasm destined to rob him of his sanity. He gouged at her breasts as he came.
    “You’re a fucking cocktease, Sabine, is what you are.”
    His voice fractured as an electric charge whipped through him, setting nerve endings he didn’t know he possessed alight with fiery pleasure.
    “Otto, don’t stop. God, I’m going to come again. I don’t believe it.”
    She shook her head repeatedly as she joined him in that rarefied stratosphere of sexual release.
    “What’s happening to me?” she asked, extricating her limbs when they’d finally both stopped moving and recovered enough breath to speak.
    “I guess you got laid,” Otto replied, kissing her softly.
    “Welcome to paradise,” said Fin’s voice from the doorway. “Looks like you guys have been having fun whilst I’ve been away.”
    Sabine blinked at the sound of Fin’s voice, wondering how long he’d been watching them, how much he’d actually seen of her rather reckless behaviour. Far from being embarrassed, the thought of having an audience excited her, especially when she observed the soft light of admiration in Fin’s eye.
    She felt the need to pinch herself, just to make sure she hadn’t dreamed the events of the last day or two. The pressure of Otto’s lips reminded her that this was for real. Unless she read them all wrong, both of these sophisticated hunks—no, make that all three of them—admired her and wanted to play more games. The thought sent renewed sensation rocketing through her body.
    She wasn’t too sure what was happening to her, but had no intention of fighting it. She stretched her arms above her head and smiled at each of them in turn. She noticed them exchange a brief glance before returning that smile with interest. It was as though she had just agreed to taking