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  THE ENGAGEMENT GIFT

  LAUREN BLAKELY

  CONTENTS

  Copyright

  Also By Lauren Blakely

  About

  1. Lily

  2. Finn

  3. Lily

  4. Finn

  5. Lily

  6. Finn

  7. Jake

  8. Lily

  9. Finn

  10. Lily

  11. Jake

  12. Lily

  13. Finn

  14. Jake

  15. Kate

  Epilogue

  Acknowledgments

  Also by Lauren Blakely

  Contact

  Copyright

  Copyright © 2019 by Lauren Blakely

  Cover Design by Helen Williams. 1st Edition, 2019

  All rights reserved. Without limiting the rights under copyright reserved above, no part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in or introduced into a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form, or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise) without the prior written permission of both the copyright owner and the above publisher of this book. This contemporary romance is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, brands, media, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of various products referenced in this work of fiction, which have been used without permission. The publication/use of these trademarks is not authorized, associated with, or sponsored by the trademark owners. This book is licensed for your personal use only. This book may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each person you share it with, especially if you enjoy sexy, hilarious romance novels with alpha males. If you are reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then you should return it and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the author’s work.

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  About

  Some fantasies are better left unsaid.

  Besides, I don’t need to act on my dirty dreams, not when my fiancé and I have the kind of after dark adventures others dream of — wild, daring and oh so frequent.

  I can’t risk losing him by voicing my deepest, dirtiest desire. But the hotter our role playing gets, the closer I come to telling him what I want most — him and his best friend at the same time.

  Until the night I do…

  1

  Lily

  Lily

  Some things you just knew at first blush.

  Whether you were attracted to that handsome guy across the crowded bar. Whether that hot tip on a story would turn into a juicy exposé.

  Whether you were rocking a fabulous dress.

  That kind of certainty didn’t make you cocky. It made you aware. It made you instinctive. I believed in instincts.

  For the record, I was marrying the guy I met in the bar, my last story won me an award, and this dress made me want to write a thank-you note to the makers of satin.

  This was the dress.

  The white V-neck sheath gown hugged my hips, boosted my breasts, and showcased just the right amount of shoulders for my cascade of blond hair.

  I checked my right side, my left side, my backside. “And the verdict?”

  The question was perfunctory, but still, I wanted to know if Kate saw what I saw.

  “That’s the winner,” declared my maid of honor.

  I smoothed my hands over the shiny fabric. “Yes. I’m down with this dress one hundred percent.”

  “Someone knows what she likes.” Kate crossed one leg over the other from her spot on the plush pink chair in the dressing room.

  “Are you surprised I agreed so quickly? Or surprised I have a strong opinion?”

  “I shouldn’t be since you’re the queen of knowing your own mind. I’m surprised only because being a bride does something to a woman’s head. Makes you think crazy thoughts, consider things you’ve never considered before, make decisions that surprise besties. So, I suppose I figured you’d find a reason to hate the perfect dress.”

  “Ha. No dress-hating from me.” I slid my hands over my thighs. “I’m as sure about this dress as I am about marrying Finn.”

  Kate tightened her brunette ponytail. “Then that’s as sure as anyone can be about literally anything. Are you still disgustingly happy and having hot, dirty sex every night and thoughtful, intelligent conversations every single day?”

  A knowing grin—no, an utterly delighted grin—spread over my face.

  Kate knew me so well. Knew my fiancé stimulated me with his brain and, well, his other parts.

  And did so on the reg.

  Yes, I was a lucky girl. Finn Nichols was hands
ome as sin, with dark hair, midnight-blue eyes, and a body I couldn’t get enough of. But on top of that, he had a huge heart and an insane devotion to my libido. “It’s pretty much like clockwork,” I said. “In fact, I think we had a request to set the atomic clock by our sex life.”

  She glowered. “And I hate you.”

  I arched a knowing brow. “You shouldn’t hate me when my fiancé has a best man who’s smoking hot and who thinks you’re a babe.”

  “Jake?” She looked surprised.

  I nodded. “Yes. Jake. Dark hair, dark eyes, tall as a tree. Jake, Finn’s longtime best friend, former roomie, now works in the Vegas branch of the law practice Finn’s cousin started?”

  “Yes, yes. I know they’re both entertainment lawyers. I just didn’t know you thought Jake was hot.”

  “Empirically,” I emphasized. “He’s empirically hot, like a Hemsworth or that guy who plays Lucifer. And Jake thinks you’re a babe—I overheard him and Finn talking one night about the wedding, and Jake made some comment about the maid of honor being luscious. Anyway, Jake is single, ergo . . .”

  She rolled her eyes. “You’re such a matchmaker. But I’ve just never thought of him that way.”

  But I knew they were right for each other. Just like I knew this dress was divine. “You should think of him that way. Then maybe you won’t hate me for my sex life,” I said, sticking out my tongue.

  “Rub it in, girl. Rub the salt in the wound even harder.”

  “But wait. Don’t you have a regular lover?” I asked, teasing her. “What’s his name? Jack the Magic Man?”

  “Vibrators don’t count.” Kate swatted my elbow with her purse.

  I pointed to the back of my dress. “Even if you name them? I would think a BOB with a name would count a lot.”

  She stood, worked my zipper down. “Toys definitely don’t count. But in my vibrator’s defense, since I don’t think one should trash talk BOBs that do the job, this one is hitting the G-spot every single time.”

  “Tell me what that feels like,” I said, playing up the intrigue in my voice.

  Kate tilted a brow. “You want me to tell you?”

  “You’ve always been good at describing Os.”

  With a thoughtful frown, she gazed at the ceiling for a moment before answering. “It feels like a heavenly choir of dirty angels conducting a filthy orchestra in your body.”

  I grinned as I shimmied out of my dress, sighing contentedly. “Those are the best kind, aren’t they?”

  She narrowed her eyes. “You’re the worst. You were almost making me feel sorry for you, asking me to tell you what it was like as if you’d never had one. But you’re just toying with me.”

  “I couldn’t resist.” I laughed. “I love how serious you get about finding just the right description. Your brow furrows and everything. It’s adorable.”

  “And since you’re having nightly sex and getting your own G-spot Os, now I’m going to have to find a way to taunt you with something.”

  “Nightly and every morning,” I corrected as I handed her the dress.

  “Evil. You’re pure evil.”

  I glanced around the store. The shopkeeper was working in the front, helping another patron. “Also, how are you going to taunt me?” I asked, since the cat in me was downright curious.

  Kate tapped her chin. “Hmm. Thinking . . . thinking . . . wait! I’ve got it.” She dropped her voice to a whisper. “Do you realize that the deepest, most powerful G-spot Os come from one thing in particular?”

  “And what is this one thing, Great Scientist of Os?”

  “Just a little thing you’ve always wanted,” she said airily.

  “Tell me!” Now my curiosity was piqued sky-high.

  She lifted a brow. Raised her chin. Put on her best I’ve got something you’re going to want tone. “A ménage. You know, the kind with . . .” She let her voice trail off, and I filled in the dots. The kind with two men servicing me at the same time.

  A frisson of pleasure rushed down my chest, pulsing between my legs at the mere thought.

  The daring, dangerous thought.

  I swallowed, almost like I’d been caught doing something naughty. Wanting something I haven’t had. Wanting my deepest, most private fantasy.

  “How do you know I want that?” I asked.

  She stared sharply at me. “You confessed a few years ago over two truths and a lie that a threesome with two guys was your ultimate fantasy.”

  “You remember that?”

  She rolled her hazel eyes. “As if I’d forget.”

  “That was just a drinking game.”

  She arched a brow. “Ah, Lily, my sweet Lily, you only look innocent. You’ve wanted to be the filling in a man sandwich for years.”

  A flush crept across my cheeks. A tingle raced down my spine as I imagined my favorite videos, my regular go-tos. Kate wasn’t wrong, but those fantasies, those wild, dirty desires had been tabled. And with good reason—you didn’t just order up a side dish of a second hot guy to go along with the smart, devoted, and sexy-as-sin guy you were marrying in a few months.

  “But I’m engaged now,” I said, pointing out the obvious.

  Kate folded the dress once more then winked at me. “This dress is on me if Finn doesn’t say yes when you ask him for one.”

  I gasped. Literally gasped. Because how the hell could I ask for such a thing? “I’m not asking him for one.”

  “What’s the worst he can say? No?”

  I pulled on my jeans and grabbed my blouse. “Um, how about ‘the wedding is off?’”

  She waved her hand in the air, like a celebutante dismissing a passé pair of yoga pants. “You never know unless you try.”

  “But I don’t want to take that chance.”

  As I buttoned my blouse, I tried to imagine my fiancé’s response. Sure, Finn and I role-played. True, we were adventuresome, and yes, we engaged in public quickies now and again.

  Okay, more than now and again. A lot.

  We did not have a boring sex life whatsoever.

  But one with that particular kind of kink? It was hard to picture because Finn was so completely focused on me. That type of fantasy role-play—a third party—had never entered our nightly repertoire.

  Kate drew a deep breath, moved closer, and whispered, “But do you truly think he’d say no?”

  “It doesn’t matter because it won’t happen.”

  Kate dropped her voice, taunting me. “But you’re thinking about it.”

  That was what was so crazy, I realized later that night when Finn stripped off my clothes. I was thinking about it as I succumbed to the first of many Os he’d give me.

  What would it be like with two men focused on me, and only me? Would it be as wild and wicked as it was in my imagination?

  2

  Finn

  Tonight, I was a cop.

  And the suspect was so damn naughty.

  “Hands against the wall,” I growled.

  “What did I do wrong?” she asked, sounding legit concerned. Like she really might be in trouble with the law. The way she committed to the character stoked my desire. Made me even hotter for her.

  My voice was all command. “I ask the questions. I give the orders.”

  Lily trembled as she splayed her palms against the wall in our living room. “What are you going to order me to do?”

  “What are you going to order me to do, Officer?” I corrected her.

  She repeated the question back at me.

  “Spread your legs,” I rasped.

  She widened her stance. I tapped the toe of my boot against one ankle, then the other, kicking her legs open wider. “You’re being taken into police custody for a crime you keep committing.”

  “What’s the crime, Officer?”

  My God, she sounded so fucking innocent, like she didn’t know.

  I pushed my pelvis against her ass so she could feel the hard outline of my erection even through my clothes. She wore only panties and a br
a, the very outfit I’d had to arrest the naughty little vixen in when I found her taunting me like that in the kitchen when I came home.

  I dipped my mouth to the back of her neck, brushing my lips against her skin. “Making my dick too hard. That’s what. It’s a felony and you fucking know it.”

  She reached her hand back, trying to grab at my cock. I swatted her palm away and then ground against her so she could feel my length. “A man has limits, and you’ve crossed them. I’m going to need to pat you down.”

  My hands skimmed up her naked waist, fingers trailing across the soft flesh of her belly. She gasped as I touched her, then moaned as I cupped her tits. “You’re not concealing anything from me here, are you?”

  “You better check, Officer.”

  Pinching her nipples first, I then dipped my hands inside the flimsy lace of her bra, squeezing her perfect globes. Her back arched. “Be careful there with all that wiggling, or I’m going to have to call for backup.”

  She gasped, and I grinned privately, filing that tidbit away. “You are?”

  “Yes. Because you’ve been tempting me far too much. You’re too fucking sexy, and now I’m going to have to take you into the bedroom for questioning.”

  “I didn’t do it. I swear.” Her voice had the perfect tremble to it.

  “You felt the goddamn evidence.” I yanked her wrists above her head, slapped on the cuffs, and told her to stand still. Like that, I pushed harder against her ass, rubbing, rocking. “That’s your evidence.”

  She moaned. “Yes, that is some hard evidence right there. Are you going to read me my rights?”

  “You damn well bet I will.” I breathed out hard then began her Mirandas. “You have the right to tell me all your fantasies while I fuck you hard,” I informed her, then kissed her shoulder blade, eliciting a shudder. “Anything you say can and will be used by me to turn you all the way on. You have the right to multiple orgasms.” She rocked her hips back against me. “If you cannot have multiple Os, I will work harder all night long to give them to you. Do you understand? You’re going to divulge every filthy dream you have while my cock drives deep into your sweet pussy.”

  My fiancée gasped, dropped her head forward, and murmured, “Yes. God, yes.”

  She was so fucking sexy, and so incredibly mine.

  And I wanted to give her everything. Wanted to give her every goddamn wish and desire because she’d given me something I never thought was possible.