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BOSSHOLE
Billionaire Girl Boss Trilogy #2
by Ann Grech
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Release Date: August 24, 2023
Model & Alternate Cover Design: CT Cover Creations
Photographer: Wander Aguiar Photography
Model: Brandon M.
Genre: MMMF New Adult Billionaire Romantic Suspense
Trope: Age-gap, friends to lovers, teacher/student, enemies to lovers, boss/employee, why choose/polyamorous, virgin alpharoll, grumpy/sunshine, forbidden love, slow burn/high heat, morally grey characters
Synopsis
He’s my boss. I’m his biggest challenge.
I’m a hacker. He’s a police detective. Controlling me was never an option—I’m not the good girl he thinks I am. But working for the police has its advantages. It distracts them while I reap the rewards from my skills and live the billionaire lifestyle—yachts, planes, shoes, and men.
Until my bosshole arrests me.
But gathering evidence to exonerate my late mother was worth the risk.
My bosshole has a lot to answer for, especially the kiss that rocked my world.
Now, I can’t get them out of my head—my bosshole, my professorhole, and my best friend. I crave them, desperate to be consumed by the fire they ignite in me. I yearn to watch them together.
They’re all my fantasies come to life.
It will happen too.
If I can prove my innocence.
If I can stop my best friends from being jailed.
I am Queen. I will prevail.
Billionaire Boss Girl is a contemporary why choose/polyamorous series. There is no need for the leading lady (or her men) to choose in order to find their HEA.
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Excerpt
His eyes fluttered closed, and his kiss was slower, deeper. I rocked my hips, my juices coating his sac.
“That’s it, my little jailbird, coat my cock so I can fuck you.”
I snorted out a laugh, but it died on a moan when lips—Flynn’s—connected with my lower back. Tristan pressed his hand between my shoulder blades while with his other hand he encouraged Ezra to lie down and me to go with him.
Flynn kissed a line down my spine, spreading my cheeks and running his tongue around my pucker. Like a man starving, he feasted, dipping lower into my cunt. I clenched tight, desperate to be filled.
He brushed his hand over me, but he was touching Ezra, shifting his cock from between us and jacking him. He licked us both, his tongue skittering over my skin before disappearing. Ezra moaned, the tendons in his throat tightening as he tensed.
“Fuck, Flynn, your mouth is magic.”
He hummed a response, the sound muffled by the mouthful of cock until there was a pop and he added, “Lift up, Zee.”
I did, moaning as Flynn notched Ezra’s cock against my opening. With Ezra’s hands on my waist, Flynn’s at my cunt, and Tristan’s twisting my nipples, I arched my back and sank down. He filled me, stretching my cunt around his cock. He was longer than both Flynn and Tristan, and as he hit my G-spot, fireworks exploded behind my closed eyelids.
With my face tilted up to the skies, I ground my hips down, choking out a moan when he bottomed out inside me.
“You’re beautiful together,” Flynn murmured, wonder in his voice, and Tristan agreed with a hum. Flynn brushed his fingertips over my arse, trailing them down to Ezra, who grunted when he started moving his hips, fucking up into me.
Flynn licked us, his tongue rimming me before shifting down and licking Ezra. He snaked a hand around my hip and pinched my clit between his fingers, working me as he devoured both of us.
My cunt clamped tight, and I rocked my hips harder, bracing myself against his perfectly sculpted pecs as I fucked him. My tits bounced, shocks of sensation going to my nipples with each thrust.
I wanted one of them in my arse and another in my mouth. I wanted dicks everywhere, men touching me, worshipping me. I wanted to be used and filled with cum. I wanted to come until I couldn’t stand, until I couldn’t even remember my name. I wanted to be an object they fucked, then fucked again, each taking their turn with me until I was wrecked. Stretched and open, leaking cum.
I wanted their mouths, their hands, their cocks.
My cunt spasmed, and Ezra cried out.
“You like that, don’t you? You’re our pretty little slut, aren’t you?” Tristan rasped in that sexy growl of his. “Can’t get enough of us. You want me in your arse? Hmm?”
“Yes, fuck yes,” I gasped.
Tristan licked my throat and I whimpered.
I bit down on my lip, wanting to watch them come. Wanting them to paint my skin with it.
“Tris,” Ezra moaned. “Need you.”
I looked down at Ezra and watched as he reached out to wrap his arm around Tristan’s leg and tug him until he was on his knees. Tristan pointed his cock at Ezra’s mouth and painted his lips with precum. But Ezra was ravenous, sucking him down until his nose was buried in Tristan’s trimmed pubes.
Tristan gasped, running his fingers through Ezra’s hair and holding him in place for a moment before pulling back and fucking deep into his throat.
Moans surrounded me, each of us climbing higher.
Flynn shifted back, his mouth disappearing from the point where Ezra’s dick was sinking into my cunt. I shuddered, my channel fluttering as Ezra yanked me down, fucking hard into me.
“Zee, you want Tris inside you too?” Flynn asked, kissing a line up my shoulder until he was sucking a mark into the sensitive spot below my ear.
I nodded and moaned, a shiver wracking me.
“Good, ’cause I want Ez and Tris to feel each other again. I want them to share you, and I want my arse.” A crack sounded, and Tristan’s smooth movements as he was fucking into Ezra’s mouth stuttered.
“Your arse wants you,” Tristan ground out, his eyes squeezed tightly shut and the pulse point on his throat fluttering fast. He pulled free of Ezra’s mouth and leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “I want your hole wrapped around my dick too, yeah? Want to be buried balls deep in you. Which one of you is gonna milk my cum out?”
The snick of a cap sounded, and I braced myself for the cold.
“Fuck,” Ezra hissed, the tendons in his throat tightening as his body went rigid and his feet scrambled for purchase on the timber flooring of the deck.
Tristan leaned over me, and within moments, Flynn’s fingers found my hole. I loved the stretch, the burn as he pumped me full of his fingers. I keened, and Flynn pressed harder, stretched me more, pushing me toward the orgasm I’d been desperate for.
“Come for me, Zee,” he encouraged. “Let me feel you strangle me. Imagine it’s my dick inside you, fucking you.”
That did it. His filthy words—ones that he never spoke outside of when we were together like this—were like striking a match. They lit an inferno in me. My cunt clenched tight, the rhythmic contractions beginning as a wave of ecstasy washed over me. My nipples pebbled, every inch of my body hypersensitive. The cool breeze licked my skin, a thousand tongues and cocks brushing gently against me.
My back arched, and I cried out, presenting my tits to my other men. They took the hint, each latching onto a nipple and biting down. My cry turned into a scream as Flynn stuffed another finger in my needy arse, and I drowned as my orgasm hit me like a tsunami.
My vision went hazy at the edges, my lungs burning as every atom focussed itself on chasing more. More bliss. More cock. More cum.
I sobbed when Flynn pulled his fingers free, the emptiness opening up like a chasm in me. But Tristan was there, pushing into me and fucking deep into my arse in one long thrust. He shouted out, then moaned long and low as his hips danced back and forth.
Flynn’s moan was loud, the slap of skin an illicit soundtrack to a show I wanted to watch.
But I couldn’t hold myself up anymore, never mind turn to watch them. I fell forward onto Ezra’s chest, and his strong arms surrounded me, cradling me as Tristan pulled out to his crown and slammed back into me like a man possessed. Ezra moaned, his deep rumble a symphony in my ears.
God, I loved this. Loved the way they fucked me. Loved the feel of Tristan’s thick cock in my arse with Ezra’s right there alongside it in my cunt. Widening my legs, I opened myself more, inviting them deeper inside me.
Tristan obliged, gripping my hips and pushing his cock into me as far as he could go before withdrawing all the way. It left me empty and desperate. But he didn’t wait before slamming in again. It was fucking delicious, the stretch and burn as my hole was punished exactly what I needed.
I wanted to share Tristan and Flynn with Ezra.
But I was greedy.
I wanted to come first.
Then I wanted Tristan to mark us, to own us.
And I wanted Flynn to fuck him until he collapsed, pinning us all together in a mass of sated limbs and cocks that would eventually find their way back inside me.
I needed Tristan to stake his claim on Ezra, to imprint on him so that he never left, because I was never giving this up. Never giving him up. I wanted to come on his dick and Tristan to paint him with his cum. I wanted Ezra ruined for everyone but us. This, right here, right now was what I wanted. Every day. Every night. My men with me, inside me.
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Other Titles Within this Series
PROFESSORHOLE
Billionaire Girl Boss Trilogy #1
Available Now
ALPHAHOLE
Billionaire Girl Boss Trilogy #3
Coming Soon
About the Author
By day Ann Grech used to live in the corporate world and could be found sitting behind a desk typing away at reports and papers or lecturing to a room full of students. She graduated with a PhD in 2016 and is now an over-qualified nerd. But the grind got old, and the voices got louder. She still has the librarian look nailed, but she’s a little freer to be herself now.
She’s never entirely fit in and loves escaping into a book—whether it’s reading or writing one. But she’s found her tribe and loves her book world family. She dislikes cooking, but loves eating, can’t figure out technology, but is addicted to it, and her guilty pleasure is Byron Bay Cookies. Oh and shoes. And lingerie. And maybe handbags too. Well, if we’re being honest, we’d probably have to add her library too given the state of her credit card every month (what can she say, she’s a bookworm at heart)!
In 2019 she was an Award-Winning Finalist in the Fiction: LGBTQ category of the 2019 Best Book Awards sponsored by American Book Fest for her story In Safe Arms.
She also publishes her raunchier short stories under her pen name, Olive Hiscock.
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