Party Toy for 2 Men: A Forbidden Romance

By Cassandra Dee

Corrie:
I was set up on a blind date by my best friend Patty. She convinced me to meet Cameron Hanssen and to be honest? I was eager because everyone knows Cameron in our town. He’s a billionaire with a muscular build, charcoal hair, and best of all …

… an asset that makes me tingle!

But I screw up because I got the day of our date wrong. In a horrific comedy of errors, I actually scheduled ANOTHER blind date the same exact night with gorgeous tech investor, Justin Kay! The two men see each other and it’s utter disaster. Two alpha males who are competitive and brutal? Oh $hit! They challenge each other to a contest …

… that involves making me moan …

… while squirming in bed …

… and then I get to choose which man I want to be with!

What kind of dirty competition is this?

But now I’ve become a party toy for 2 men and I love how it feels.



Hey Readers – This book is a follow up to My Boyfriend and His Friend, where we meet Chase’s older brother, Cameron Hanssen. Cameron’s seen just how well menage works for his little bro, and now he wants a sample of it for himself! Get ready for a roller coaster ride where there’s the best ending of all: an HEA with a bouncing baby, a satisfied curvy girl, and two alpha males who adore her. You’ll love the story, I promise! Xoxo, Cassie

• Language: English
• Publisher: Cassandra Dee Romance
• Release date: Jan 6, 2022

Book preview

1

Cameron

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Being the cream of the crop of Prescott society means I often do things I don’t want to do, including going on a date with an insufferable woman.

So, that’s when I knew, you know? It just wasn’t meant to be, Joely simpers while tapping her long red nails together.

I nod, but I don’t actually know what Joely is talking about. Is she referring to her divorce? To a failed business venture? But I nod like I know. Yeah, I get it.

She smiles brightly.

But it’s good because that’s how I ended up on this date with you! she beams. Her skin pulls tight over her cheeks, likely made ultra-thin by various medical procedures, and I try not to recoil because I understand that a little work is de rigeur these days. Nicole Kidman hasn’t moved her face in decades, but she’s somehow still an A-list actress. How is that possible? Especially for someone who acts for a living? But I don’t know how these things work and just smile.

Lucky me.

Joely leans forward, and I must admit the woman is attractive if you’re into skinny, blond girls who talk only of themselves. Her décolletage, while small, has that totally unblemished look which is undoubtedly also the work of a skilled plastic surgeon.

So yeah, it’s crazy right? But I love Prescott all the same, she sighs dramatically. "The people here are sooo nice."

But then Joely’s smile disappears and she sits up straight suddenly.

I’ll be right back. The ladies’ room calls. Ta-ta!

I sigh as she trots away across the restaurant. Honestly, my date’s not my type at all because I prefer my women curvaceous and natural. The Botox look isn’t me, but as I mentioned, people expect a rich man to be with someone like Joely. Multiple businessmen at this fine establishment have been casting envious looks my way, first staring at Joely’s body before shooting daggers at me. Perhaps I should pawn her off on one of them. It would probably work well for everyone involved.

But where is my date? This is the fourth time she’s disappeared in less than thirty minutes, and I can’t imagine what’s going on. Does she have an overactive bladder? Ulcerative colitis? We’ve only had our salads so far, and at the rate this is going, it’s going to be a long night.

After fifteen minutes, our waiter swans by.

Sir, has the lady gone home? he inquires politely.

No, she’s just in the bathroom.

He hesitates, his hands fluttering in the air.

Should I bring the entrees out? Or keep them warm? Or …?

I sigh and look towards the restrooms. But at that moment, Joely emerges and the waiter brightens.

Perfect, I’ll bring your mains over! he trills. Your food will be right out!

Then, my date takes a seat as our entrees are set on the table. I ordered a big, juicy steak, mashed potatoes, mixed vegetables, and a side of shrimp. Meanwhile, Joely requested a plate of plain pasta with just a touch of butter. It looks unappetizing, and even worse, she pushes the pasta around the plate without eating it, looking mildly uncomfortable.

What is it with women and food? I’ll never understand why they choose not to eat because food is one of my favorite things in the world. That’s second to sex, of course, which is something I apparently won’t be getting tonight because I just can’t when it comes to my date. She’s bizarre and obviously has a secret up her sleeve, and I don’t want to find out what it is. But I try to be polite.

Is everything okay with the pasta?

She looks up, pretending surprise.

Oh yes, it’s delicious! Thank you for asking, Cameron. Oh, and I’ll be right back. I need to go powder my nose.

She trots into the bathroom again and I dig into my steak, savoring the rare meat. Why should I be miserable just because this date sucks? But what did she mean by powdering her nose? Is that code for cocaine? After all, I think in that movie Pulp Fiction, that’s what it meant.

So, I think we need to talk, I say when Joely finally returns. She sucks up a noodle from her pasta plate, and then looks up inquiringly.

About what?

About why you keep running off to the bathroom. I glance at her arms, but there are no track marks. I squint at her. Are you doing drugs in there? Just so you know, if you have a drug habit, I’m not interested.

She rolls her eyes and huffs.

Fine, yes, you’ve caught me. I’ve been snorting coke in the bathroom. It’s not that weird, you know. I mean, everyone does it. Do you want some? she brightens. I can get you the good stuff, Cameron, she coos. You know the stuff fit for a billionaire.

My eyes shoot to hers, disgust apparent on my face. What makes you think I would want to partake in that?

Joely genuinely looks puzzled.

Don’t a lot of billionaire businessmen like you do drugs? I mean, buying this stuff is cheap for you, right?

I shake my head, utterly disgusted now.

I don’t think the price is something that most guys in my shoes consider, but just so you know, it’s not my thing and I don’t associate with people who are addicted. Even more, I can’t believe you would bring your stash to this type of establishment.

Joely rolls her eyes, the corners of her mouth turning down.

Oh please, I saw a girl doing a line the first time I went in there.

So you joined her?

Yep, Joely says cheerfully. But her stash isn’t as good as mine! Clearly, something’s wrong because why would any woman admit outright that she’s using coke? It’s weird, right? Something’s off and I can’t put my finger on it. But the more I stare at Joely, the more she squirms. Her eyes dart all over the place, but never look directly into mine. I’ve seen this type of behavior before, and I’m not talking about addicts.

You’re lying to me, I state in a flat voice.

She pretends to look astonished.

No, I’m not lying! I really do have a drug problem. It’s very bad. I swear, I’m so addicted you wouldn’t even believe.

Okay, this is just getting more and more bizarre and I feel like I’m in a circus fun house, staring into mirrors that distort reality. I fix her with a look.

What’s really going on here? Why do you keep going to the bathroom? You’ve been at least five times in the last hour or so. Is it lady problems?

Her eyes grow wide.

No. It’s the drugs, really.

Now it’s my turn to roll my eyes.

Have you been secretly texting an ex? Are you planning your next date? Honestly, I don’t care so you can tell me.

Joely’s face goes red and she looks like she’s a kettle about to go off, but finally she nods curtly.

Fine! she grits through her teeth. The truth is that I have crabs, okay? It’s super itchy and I don’t want to embarrass you by scratching my crotch here in the middle of the restaurant.

I blink at her a few times. That is not what I was expecting her to say.

It’s bad, okay? she wails. "I’m going to the bathroom because it itches like crazy and I need to scratch myself because it burns! I wish I was going to do drugs or whatever because it would be so much less embarrassing than the truth."

This time, I close my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose. This is worse than what I anticipated. In fact, it’s so bad as to almost be comical.

Crabs, huh?

Joely snorts. "Unfortunately,