Filthy Appeal

By Ramona Gray

PLEASE NOTE: This novella was originally published in the “Dirty It Up” anthology. If you’ve read “Dirty It Up”, then you have read this novella already!

My name is Libby Brecken and I’m a nice girl. Of course, being a nice girl doesn’t always have its benefits. I may have just become the youngest partner to be hired at Martin, Clarke and Bones law firm but a cheating ex-boyfriend has left me with low self-esteem and a non-existent sex life.

But that’s all behind me now. It’s Christmas and I’m giving myself a present. One night of hot, anonymous sex with a stranger. When two gorgeous and sexy men approached me at the bar and offered me a two-for-one gift, I was certain it was a Christmas prank. But Seth and Theo made it perfectly clear they wanted to unwrap me like a present while I sucked on their... candy canes, and I couldn’t resist.

Merry f*cking Christmas to me – emphasis on the f*cking.

Only Seth and Theo weren’t who I thought they were. I never expected to see them again, until I walked into my office Monday morning to find my new associates were the two men who dominated me two nights ago. Luckily, they’re more than happy to take orders from me in the office. But once it’s quitting time, it’s clear who’s in charge...

Author's Note: This deliciously filthy Christmas novella contains explicit and steamy sex scenes, including mfm, anal sex and spanking.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ramona Gray
• Release date: Aug 22, 2018
• ISBN: 9781988826547

Ramona Gray

Ramona Gray is a Canadian romance author. She lives in Alberta with her awesome husband and her mutant Chihuahua. She is addicted to home improvement shows, good coffee, and reading and writing about the steamier moments in life.Email her at: [e-mail] out her website: www.ramonagray.caSign up for her newsletter: http://eepurl.com/_cL75She also writes contemporary and paranormal romance under her alter-ego "Elizabeth Kelly". Check out Elizabeth's books at www.elizabethkelly.ca

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CHAPTER 1

I ’m worried about you, Libby. My mother’s voice was cutting in and out, and I shifted my cell phone to my other ear. I crossed the room and drew back the drapes, staring down at the park across from me. Dusk was falling. There was a glow of green and red Christmas lights that were strung through the trees in the park, illuminating the people hurrying down the shovelled paths.

I told you, the roads were fine. I’m at the hotel and I pick up the key for my new place tomorrow afternoon. I’m good.

You’re not good. How can you be? My mother almost wailed into the phone.

I tried to hold in my sigh of irritation. Because I’ve just landed my dream job? I’m not only the first female partner at the law firm of Martin, Clarke and Bones, I’m the youngest partner in the history of the firm, Mom.

What good is a dream job when your heart is broken?

My heart is not broken.

I know you still love him.

No, I don’t, I snapped. He cheated on me. Repeatedly. In our bed with a twenty-two-year-old.

Honey, my mother said, I know that Wayne made a terrible decision and I understand how difficult it’s been for you, but men have needs.

Don’t, Mom. It’s been a long day and I’m tired, I warned.

Hear me out, honey. You were working a lot of overtime and you had -

I was working to secure our future, I hissed into the phone. Do you think Wayne was going to provide for us by being a short-order cook at a second-rate diner?

See, that’s what I’m talking about, my mother said.

I have no idea what you mean, I said.

You were always belittling him, honey. I’ve had some long talks with Wayne since you broke up with him and he told me how you didn’t approve of his job or his dream of one day owning his own restaurant. If you want to keep a man, you have to be supportive of their dreams. Add in the fact that you’ve let yourself go in the last few years and is it any wonder that Wayne was tempted to stray?

I wished I could say I was shocked by my mother’s behaviour, but I wasn’t. I’d spent my entire life listening to her lecture me on all the ways I failed at – well – everything. I’d already heard this particular gem of a lecture twice before, but I suddenly couldn’t stand to listen to it for a moment longer. Unfortunately, my mother was relentless.

You did so well to lose all that weight, honey, and it’s a real shame that you lost focus and gained it back.

I didn’t lose focus. I was very busy at work and I got tired of starving myself and going to the gym every night for two hours, I said. Just because I’m fat and busy at work doesn’t give Wayne the right to cheat on me, Mom.

Of course it doesn’t, my mother said. But, honey, you know men are visual creatures. They want to be proud of their lady and you can’t blame Wayne for not being proud of the fact that you’ve gained forty pounds in the last two years. You have such a pretty face, Libby, it’s a shame that -

I have to go, I interrupted.

Honey, wait! We haven’t talked about Christmas. What day are you driving back?

We did talk about Christmas, remember? I said I wasn’t going to be there.

I didn’t think you meant it, my mother said. You’re really going to leave me all alone on Christmas?

You won’t be alone, I said. You’re going to grandma and grandpa’s and the rest of your siblings will be there as well.

She carried on like she hadn’t heard a word I’d said. Honestly, she probably hadn’t.

Christmas is for family, Elizabeth. Family!

It’s a very busy time at the firm, and they needed me to start this week, I lied.

My mother sighed dramatically. Well, my only child is abandoning me for her career. I guess I can understand where Wayne is coming from.

Anger and frustration and a healthy dose of hurt settled in my stomach and I blinked back the tears savagely. That’s not what I’m doing and you know it. I have to go. Good night, Mom. I’ll call you in a few days when I’m settled.

I pushed the end button on my phone before she could reply and could barely restrain myself from throwing my phone across the room. I leaned my forehead against the window, closed my eyes, and tried not to let my mother’s obvious disappointment in me change my mind about what I was going to do.

I straightened and crossed the hotel room to study myself in the full-length mirror. I was wearing my tightest pair of jeans and a shimmery blue top that hugged my breasts and had a scandalously low neckline. My push-up bra was doing a marvelous job of keeping my tits where they were supposed to be, and I studied my cleavage before pulling self-consciously at my top. I was certain that if I took too deep of a breath, my boobs would fall right out of my shirt. I glanced at my suitcase and briefly considered changing my shirt before turning to the mirror again. I needed a pep talk stat.

Elizabeth Gertrude Brecken, you are not changing your shirt. One does not simply walk into a generic hotel bar and seduce a stranger wearing a t-shirt. Your tits are amazing and you’re going to need them out front and center and working overtime.

I turned and stared at my butt. I couldn’t hide the size of my ass or thickness of my thighs or my extra-large muffin top. Not in these clothes. For a moment, I mourned the loss of my thinness before I shook my head. I was being stupid. Until I walked in on Wayne banging the twenty-two-year-old like a screen door in a tornado, I’d been perfectly content with my larger body.

Always a chubby kid and teenager, I’d finally grown tired of my mother’s constant nagging about my weight and started a strict regime of diet and exercise when I entered university. I’d stayed thin through starvation and exercise until the last two years. My busy career and my lack of enthusiasm for constantly monitoring what I ate, led to a slow but gradual weight gain. I still exercised on a regular basis and I ate healthy for the most part, but my body wasn’t meant to be thin. I wasn’t bothered by it, it was a relief to finally be myself again, and Wayne hadn’t seemed upset by it either. Of course, the twenty-two-year-old he was screwing had the lithe body of a gymnast and when I’d confronted him, he had said that -

I cut off that thought immediately. Bile rose in my throat and I swallowed it down. Best not to think about Wayne and his betrayal. Despite what my mother thought, I was supportive of his dream of owning his own restaurant. It wasn’t my fault that he lacked the motivation to actually pursue his dream.

I shook off the memories of Wayne and grabbed my purse from the bed. I was starting a new job in a new city and I couldn’t be happier. Christmas was a week away and yes, I would be spending it alone for the first time in my life, but even that didn’t upset me. My new company was more than willing to let me start in the new year. They were a little surprised that I wanted to start so close to the holidays, but I couldn’t get away from my old life fast enough. Given the choice between spending Christmas alone binge watching my favourite shows on Netflix, or spending Christmas with my mother listening to her lecture me on all my shortcomings, it wasn’t hard to choose.

Netflix, I said to my reflection in the mirror. Definitely Netflix. Okay, girl, let’s do this.

Libby, are you sure you want to do this?

I ignored my inner me. My self-esteem had taken a nosedive when I walked in on Wayne and his floozy. While I might have been happy with how my career was going, there was a stupid part of me that was desperate to find out if I could still seduce a guy into sleeping with me. It had been years since I dated, and while I wasn’t interested in dating right now, I was interested in finding a man to fuck. I blushed at my dirty thoughts, but if I couldn’t be truthful with myself about what I wanted, then I shouldn’t be going to the damn hotel bar in the first place.

Wayne and I hadn’t had sex in months, I was single, and I was in a city where no one knew me. I wanted to prove to myself that I was still attractive enough to land a man, even with a muffin top and oversize ass.

Prove it to yourself or to your mother? Inner me whispered. We both know you’re not a one-night stand kind of woman. Also, men like thin girls, not a fatty like you.

I spun around abruptly and stalked out of the room, letting the door slam behind me. I was getting laid tonight, no matter what.

For a Saturday night, the hotel bar was relatively empty and my prospects for having sex with a stranger seemed dismally slim. Although, it was still early, I told myself. In this particular case, maybe the early bird didn’t get the worm.

Girl, you need to look for something bigger than a worm. You’ve spent years denying it, but Wayne’s dick was small and nothing special. You need a man with a big dick who knows how to use it.

When had I become such a damn nymphomaniac? I had always liked sex, but in the last month or so I’d become obsessed with it. Become obsessed with finding someone who would find me attractive and sexy at my current size. Someone who wouldn’t tell me that –

Nope, I wasn’t going there. Reliving the memory of Wayne telling me that my weight was crushing him – both figuratively and literally – was a terrible idea. I straightened my back before sweeping my gaze over the bar. There was a group of businessmen sitting at a table close to the entrance. They were talking loudly, and from the look of their flailing hands and red faces, they’d already had too much to drink. I crossed all of them off my mental try and have sex with list.

A few couples were sitting at the booths and tables scattered around the bar. A trio of women wearing jeans and t-shirts – they had the harried look of overworked mothers – were conversing quietly. The one closest to me glanced at the street entrance and I followed her gaze when her eyes widened and she nudged her friend sitting next to her.

My breath caught in my throat. The two gods who had just walked in were smiling at the hostess and even from here she looked flustered and nervous. I couldn’t blame her. Both men were well over six feet tall with broad shoulders and narrow hips. The one on the left had dark hair, and he was slightly taller and heavier than his friend. I