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  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

  Chapter 45

  Chapter 46

  Chapter 47

  Chapter 48

  Chapter 49

  Chapter 50

  Chapter 51

  Chapter 52

  Table of Contents

  Show & Sell

  Also By Naughty Angel Publishing

  Dedication

  Description

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

  Chapter 45

  Chapter 46

  Chapter 47

  Chapter 48

  Chapter 49

  Chapter 50

  Chapter 51

  Chapter 52

  Murder/Love

  B.I.L.F.

  Girl For Rent

  Dirty Darcy

  Blessed

  Princely Passions

  Head Hunter

  Author’s Note

  Show & Sell

  A Dark MFMM Romance

  By Abby Angel

  Copyright 2018 by Naughty Angel Publishing

  All rights reserved

  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental. This work is intended for adults only.

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  Secrets & Silk

  Boxers & Briefs

  Men Of The House

  Woman Of The House

  Mergers & Acquisitions

  Harem

  Hit & Run

  Profit & Lace

  Alexis Angel

  Baby Batter

  Kim Vs. Stepbrother

  Dirty Daddy

  36 Inches

  Blessed

  24 Inches

  Dirty Darcy

  Stories From The 6 Train

  12 Inches

  Red & Blue

  Cindersmellya

  Offense & Defense

  Cunning Linguist

  Python

  Mr. President

  The Biggest Licker

  DILF

  Lust Muscle

  Wicked Lil' Brat

  Jailbait

  Princely Passions

  100 Days

  Brittney Vs. Banker

  Head Hunter

  Single TV Dad

  Protein Shake

  Dark Angel

  10 Commandments

  Overtime

  Seven Deadly Sinners

  12 Days

  Three Beasts

  Hostile Work Environment

  B.I.L.F.

  Murder/Love

  Buyer’s Market

  Gambling For The Virgin

  The Virgin Market

  Dedication

  To McKenna

  Description

  Bought and paid for.

  She belongs to us now.

  Sweet, untouched Aurora.

  She's perfect.

  A light in our darkness.

  When we see her,

  We know we must have her.

  Three billionaire brothers

  Always in control.

  She goes to the highest bidder.

  And we never lose.

  Once she's ours,

  We'll make her submit.

  While we show her pleasure

  She never dreamed possible.

  And when we're done,

  She'll be begging for more.

  What we don't expect

  Is paying the ultimate price…

  With our hearts and souls.

  WAIT!

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  Chapter 1

  Finn

  The gorgeous goddess between my legs is sucking my cock like there’s no tomorrow.

  Yeah, I did a good thing, making sure she got hired.

  She’s a fucking model; they all are.

  She glides her tongue along my shaft before sucking the tip with her hot mouth.

  I grip the handles of the chair and let out a long sigh.

  “That’s it, baby, you little fucking cunt. Suck Daddy’s cock like your life depends on it.”

  “Mmmm, Daddy, it tastes so good,” she says in breaths around me.

  But I don’t want to hear her, I just want to feel her.

  I wind my fingers through her hair and force her down on my cock hard. Enough with the games; let’s do this thing all the way.

  With a secure hold on her hair at the nape of her neck, I pull her head down so that my giant fucking shaft is sliding halfway down her throat. She can’t take in all of me—no one can—but that doesn’t mean I don’t try.

  She’s moaning, sighing, and purring.

  “Let’s lose the top, baby, I wanna suck your tits,” I say, snatching down the strap so violently that it rips.

  Then I pull her up to my lap, and she climbs on eagerly. I kiss her hot, albeit fake tits, and bite her nipples. She screams out in a pain, and I love it. She loves it, too.

  She
grinds down on my lap, trying to get to my cock.

  “You want that cock, don’t you, baby?”

  “Yes, sir,” she replies dutifully.

  “Good girl,” I say, pressing my lips against her warm mouth.

  She returns the affection with gusto. She fucking wants it…bad.

  “Tell me what I want to hear,” I growl.

  “Yes, Finn—I mean Daddy, I mean...”

  “Alright, shut the fuck up, and just let me fuck you.”

  I pick her up and put her over my desk. She spreads her legs easily, the little slut. Then I move her panties to the side and push my cock in without another word. I just want to fuck her—nothing more, nothing less.

  “Oh, yeah, Finn, fuck,” she cries out.

  I cup my hand over her mouth to silence her. We don’t need the whole office learning about this torrid affair.

  To my surprise, she bites my fingers. Never had a girl do that before.

  “Naughty little slut,” I say, pumping into her harder.

  I slap her ass, and it turns red, a nice, subtle sign of my dominance. I thrust into her, and her tits bounce. I reach around and grab them. They’re pretty fucking perfect.

  I slide in and out of her, and she’s going absolutely fucking wild.

  “Oooh, yes, baby. That feels so fucking good.”

  I know it does. She doesn’t have to tell me. I know how good I am.

  I also know that, after this, she’ll become obsessed with me, more than she already is. She’ll pine for me every night of her goddamn life. She’ll leave countless voicemails and try to figure which club I’m at on any given night.

  It’s all the same. Once they’ve had a taste of my big, fucking cock, it’s all over. I will have ruined her for any other guy, because no one can compare to me, and I know it.

  I’m doing her a favor by fucking her this one time. But I can tell already, even as I’m inside her, that this is not the girl for me.

  She’s a pretty good fuck, but there’s no substance there. She’s a people-pleaser. A yes-woman.

  She’ll forever be telling me what she thinks I want to hear, and where’s the fun in that? Where’s the fucking authenticity?

  I need more. I’m a man of insatiable tastes and desires.

  I need the total fucking package, not some model who’s fucking me for the size of my cock and the size of my bank account. And I’m fucking her for the size of her tits and for her tight, little pussy.

  Don’t think I’m a total asshole; she knows what she’s in for. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have come up here to my penthouse within five minutes of meeting me. If she wanted more, she would’ve waited, sized me up a little.

  She’s crying out and sliding across my desk with each thrust. I plow into her, and she’s about to have the wildest orgasm of her life. I press her down against the desk and shove my cock deep inside of her, making sure she feels it, wants it, craves it.

  Then I wrap my hand around her small hips and easily finger her clit.

  One, two…

  “Ahh, fuck, baby, I’m coming!”

  “I know you are,” I say, continuing to fuck her.

  That move works every time.

  I take her hips in my hands and fuck her so that she’s screaming loudly. I don’t care if the office hears anymore. All I need for the moment is her tight, little cunt gripping around my cock.

  I pull her hair. I take her deep. And then I blow my load into her with a hard gasp, pulling out just in time to spray my cum all over her ass.

  “Good fucking slut. Now you can walk around with cum all over you for the rest of the day.”

  She’s happy. She’s grateful for it.

  I leave her panting on my desk, wondering how many orgasms she had.

  Then I walk over to my clothes and put the suit pants on before making myself a drink at the bar.

  “So, baby, I have a lot of work to do…” I start to say as she’s fixing her panties.

  “Okay. Um, well, call me?” she asks hopefully.

  “Sure, no problem.”

  She scrawls her digits down on a piece of paper on the desk and then grabs her clothes.

  “Where’s the powder room?” she asks.

  “Out the door, to the left.”

  I don’t need her using my private facilities and thinking she can stay awhile. No, I do have work to do, and I’ll be gone by the time she thinks to come knocking on my door, begging for more.

  “Thanks, Finn,” she says, admiring my bare, chiseled torso.

  “Bye, Jenyca.”

  I watch her leave, half-dressed.

  She’s hot, but definitely not the one, and that familiar pang of loneliness hits me again.

  It’s been so long since I’ve been in-love. There was a girl who stole my heart when I was in my early 20s. But since then, no one has stolen my interest enough for me to keep them around.

  I check my watch and realize I’m late for the annual meeting at Grayson Enterprises. My dad just died, so my brothers and I are meeting for what will hopefully be the last time.

  Did I mention I’m a triplet?

  Yeah, that’s right, there are three of me. Three times the hotness.

  We look virtually alike—and yet that’s as far as the similarity runs.

  I think it’s safe to say that I hate my brothers. We have been warring for years, competing and fighting over women.

  Now that my dad, John James Grayson, is dead, it’s just me and brothers left to run the business alone. We’ve divided it up into three parts: the high-end phone sex division, which I personally run; the adult modeling business; and the luxury strip clubs.

  My dad built the most successful business in the adult entertainment industry, and somehow, I have to get along with my brothers well enough to keep our position secure in the market.

  I don’t care how much I hate them; business comes before all else.

  And today I have to face them—a thing I’ve been dreading.

  We meet once a year at this annual meeting and, to my chagrin, that day’s today.

  I call down to confirm that my limousine is waiting outside. Then I put my suit shirt on and jacket and am out the door.

  Fucking Grayson brothers’ meeting.

  It’s never worth my time.

  Chapter 2

  Declan

  Her thick full lips are straining around my cock as I pump into her. She digs her nails into the side of my hips, and I thrust almost violently, fucking her mouth for all it’s worth. Her long, black hair is strewn carelessly over her shoulder.

  Makeup from the shoot is smeared everywhere.

  “Fuck, baby, you taste so good,” she says as I pull out and flip her over the couch I use as a prop.

  I push her thong down and smack her curvy ass that’s perfect for an adult model.

  She’s got the look for sure—big, fake tits and lips to match. Her body’s tight, toned, and tanned. She looks like every model I’ve seen before and, right now, she’s the perfect fuck.

  I sink my cock into her dripping wet pussy, and she cries out. I plunge into her deeply and fuck the living daylights out of her.

  She’s coming and screaming...and then I open my eyes.

  Fucking green light.

  I was just remembering last night, and what a nice little fuck I had with one of the newer models.

  I drive fast down the streets of New York City. My new Mercedes handles like a dream. It’s black on black on black.

  Yes, I’m a fucking billionaire. Yes, I can afford a more expensive car—I can afford anything I want. But I don’t like to draw attention to myself.

  A black Mercedes is the perfect car for me.

  Chic, understated, and an absolute dream.

  That pretty much defines me, especially in bed.

  It reminds of the adventure I had last night with...what was her name again? Chrissy? Cressinda?

  Something like that.

  I remember fondly the way she was moaning for me. I fucked
her hard, and I fucked her fast in the back of my studio, and it was so goddamn hot.

  She was good...but not so good that I’ll ever call her again. Call me superficial, call me what you will, but I’m looking for something special, something that doesn’t happen every day.

  Besides, she knew what she was getting into. She already has a job with me. She’s in it to get more jobs and more of my twelve-inch cock.

  The memory of her does nothing to offset my foul mood, though.

  It’s the one day a year when I have to see my brothers.

  I’m a triplet, you see. There are three of me but only one true Declan.

  My brothers pale in comparison to me because they have attitude problems.

  Me? I have an eye for beauty and design. I relish my role as head of the modeling division ‘cause I’m fucking good at it.

  Sampling beautiful women is all part of the business.

  I don’t feel bad for a second. These women love it. They practically pick me up before I even have a chance to make my move.

  I have all the pussy I want and all the money I want.

  Life should be a fucking dream.

  But it’s not.

  I hate this annual meeting. I hate having to see my brothers. And most of all, I hate that my father, John James Grayson, has just died.

  Life doesn’t make sense.

  He wasn’t old or anything, and his death came as a complete shock. Now I’m an orphan with only my estranged brothers for family.

  I pull up right to the front curb of my father’s building. Sure, he left the business to us, but it will always be his. He built it from scratch, and now we’re the most successful and important adult entertainment company in the city.

  Hell, our range is global, and I have no intention of slowing that down even if it does mean having to work with my brothers.

  The valet comes out to take my car.

  “Hey, Tommy,” I say, tossing him the keys. “How’s school?”

  “Fine, Mr. Grayson. Thanks for asking.”

  “Tommy, how many times do I have to tell you to call me Declan?”

  This kid never learns. He’s always nervous around me, and I don’t know why.

  Yes, I own the most important part of the business if I do say so myself: the adult modeling line. But come on—I’m a fucking artist, a photographer. Just because I wear a suit doesn’t mean I don’t have a personality or that I can’t relate.