Contracted to the Playboy CEO

The Billionaire's Secret Triplets: Mom's Revenge

HONEY MULLINS

Six years ago, I was a naive girl sold by my father to the powerful Sanders estate, only to be tossed onto the streets after a brutal assault they labeled "marital infidelity." I fled the country pregnant and broken, hiding from the shadow of a husband I had never even met. Now, I’ve returned to New York with my triplets to sign the final divorce papers and disappear forever. But Archibald Sanders—the man I was told was a crippled recluse—intercepted us with the cold precision of a predator. He didn't see the woman his family destroyed; he saw a gold-digger who had shamed his name. His security team hunted us to a grimy motel, using tactical force to snatch my children away and drag me to his glass-walled empire. In his office, he loomed over me, demanding a DNA test and threatening to throw me in prison while my babies were lost to the foster system. He was convinced I’d cheated, yet he stared at my sons with a haunting confusion, unable to ignore the stormy blue eyes that were a perfect mirror of his own. I stood there, paralyzed by his scent—the sharp tang of rain and expensive leather that triggered the icy dread of my worst nightmares. How could he accuse me of betrayal when he felt exactly like the monster who had shattered my life in that dark hotel room? "I'll sign anything," I sobbed, "just give me my kids." But the game changed when my five-year-old son hacked the tower’s security, holding the skyscraper hostage to save me. In the chaos, a fragile, silent boy—Archibald’s secret son—wandered into the room and reached for me as if I were his missing soul. Archibald’s face turned to stone as he tore up the agreement and locked the doors. "Until I find out why my son is looking at you like that," he growled, "you aren't going anywhere."

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Long elegant fingers are running down every crevice of my sculpted physique; with the morning sun piercing through the window, I catch a glance of the blonde lying next to me. She is young, perhaps far too young for me, with curves so hot that you can melt butter on her skin. It is yet another morning, after yet another night of heavy drinking. I can honestly say that I truly do not remember bringing her home, not even to mention if she was worth the effort.

Do I dare even taking her again?

She turns her head to face me. Those deep cherry lips are so close to me that with only but one wink, I would claim those lips.

Then with absolute raw desire, I grab that damn peachy ass and pull every inch of her toned body into mine. I hear her gasp as she prepares to push me away, but as she leans into me, she catches a hint of my cologne and eases into me.

She kisses me gently and carefully, but it is not gentleness that I am after. I knot my fist in her hair, and as I pull her closer, she softly moans. Her arms circle my waist; as her skin lays hot and heavy against me, she is melting into my body.

After a few moments of silence, she kisses me again. It feels as if lightning strikes and the sky breaks open. She steals my breath away and gives it back.

My breath hitch and my body numbs. As she runs her delicate fingers down my spine, the sensations that I feel sends a flush of heat to my core. She makes me believe that touching me so deeply that she desires to be with me in more ways than just the craving that flesh brings. That she accepts that I am more than enough of what she needs.

Then I flip her over. I lock my hands around her wrists and pin them about her head. She squirms and tries to release herself from my firm grip, but I am far stronger. I can see it is driving her crazy, and it flames the desire to take her.

I lean in and kiss her, soft, slow; then I completely devour her. With my free hand, I start to explore her body. My god, she is firm but yet so soft. As I gently begin to caress her, she leans deeper into my touch. Her body is squirming as she quivers.

As I let go of her hands, she grabs my hair and yanks me closer, taking my lips for hers to taste.

Fuck I want her.

I can feel the rush of arousal build up in my core. Strong lust and simple desire take control of my body and mind.

For one brief moment, the words leave my lips in only but a soft whimper, "I want you."

Then my tongue trails down to her belly; I run it over her navel. Tasting every inch of her glorious body. Moving down toward the elastic of her panties.

She gasps as I move my fingers down her hot, burning skin. She runs her hands through my thick dark brown hair; I growl deep from my chest and whisper.

“I want you. I want to be inside of you.”

I can barely finish my sentence, and her lips crash against mine. Her soft lips move against mine. Then she kisses me hard.

“Oh god,” I moan into her mouth as her tongue grazes mine.

I lose myself completely in the kiss, in the moment. My tongue finds the sensitive parts below her ear. The moan that escapes her lips awakens an even greater longing for her body and soul. The touch of her skin against my tongue sends a fiery passion throughout my core. I cannot keep my self-control any longer. It's like a battle raging inside of me as she makes my body quiver.

Her hands unlock behind my neck, and they are moving all over. First down my shoulders, then down my chest, I can feel my heart pounding beneath my flesh. Her touch sends my blood racing as she moves further down to my waist. My body freezes, and for a moment, I stop breathing, and a growl escapes my lips.

And the very moment that it escapes my lips, I stop.

Fuck. What am I doing?

She slides her hands through my hair and knots her fingers in it; she slowly pulls me closer to her, so close that our lips almost touch. Her sweetness attacks every corner of my senses. Just thinking of letting myself get lost in her sends a pure ache of craving to my very much throbbing erection.

Her entire body quivers beneath me.

"Fuck, I want you."

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