Synopsis:
What’s your wildest erotic wish?
For Piper, that’s easy. Two
Alpha males who ravish her like marauding pirates and find her curves beyond
luscious. She knows her type isn’t for every man…certainly not Guy and Joel,
right? Guy’s tall, dark and sinfully virile. Joel’s blond and bronzed. They’re
freaking gods, escorts her friend hired so Piper’s thirtieth birthday is
unforgettable with the bondage and submission she’s fantasized about. Carnal
games that awaken Piper’s sensuality, while her voluptuous figure and sweet
vulnerability fuels both men’s animal
hunger.
One evening of decadent pleasure
isn’t enough. Piper aches to perform ménage acts with them for agency clients
who like curvy women. A wicked idea, except for her family’s ties with law
enforcement, the threat of exposure. Is it worth the risk?
Hell yeah. By day, she’ll be
good. During their wanton acts, the three of them will explore their growing
bond as they’re very, very bad…
Excerpt:
“What’s your fantasy about?” he coaxed.
She swallowed and closed her eyes.
To gain strength to answer? He wasn’t about to ask. Acting on pure
impulse, Guy slanted his mouth over Piper’s, liking how her breath caught then
rushed out as he slipped his tongue between her precious lips.
Mmmm.
Her mouth was loose beneath his, exquisitely soft, its heat welcomed.
She tasted of something crisp and refreshing, toothpaste perhaps, and the
champagne she’d had. She surrendered to him as though she had no will to do
otherwise.
Nice.
He deepened their kiss, sweeping his tongue over hers. Tentatively,
Piper responded as though testing his response. Guy would have bet several
years of his life that she was more concerned about his pleasure than her own.
That wouldn’t do. Tonight was hers. No matter what it took, he’d make
it the most memorable she’d ever known, giving her what that jerk Kevin
couldn’t or wouldn’t.
Guy explored Piper’s mouth with
great tenderness, taking his time, enjoying her pleased sigh. To him, kissing
was the most intimate thing a man and a woman could do. It bared the soul and
reached the heart far more easily than sex ever could. That was about lust.
This was about being close, telling another person—without the hassle of
words—that they mattered. They were special. You liked them.
Piper rested her hand on the side of his neck and ran her forefinger
over his ear, then eased a lock of his hair back. She made the small gesture
seem as though she was taking care of him as she’d tried to do with the drink.
Her effortless generosity spiked Guy’s arousal more than he’d expected,
far greater than he could resist. His gentleness became a memory, his need and
hers all that mattered. He worked his hand beneath Piper’s hair and cupped the
back of her neck, then lost himself in the moment. Impassioned. Reckless.
They made sounds that betrayed their excitement, the spark of desire
burning bright within each of them.
Guy felt it in Piper’s hunger for him, his undeniable craving for her
as a desirable woman, someone to be valued.
At last, he needed a breath, sensing she felt the same. Ending their
kiss—the first of many tonight—he eased back.
Her flushed skin was several shades darker than her natural color,
proving again she’d enjoyed their brief intimacy. Slowly, she opened her eyes.
They were dazed with lust, her caution gone.
Guy teased, “Did your fantasy include more than that?”
“Oh yeah,” she breathed, her lips still wet with him and slightly
bruised from his passion. “Lots and lots.” She paused to take in more air. “You
can’t even imagine.”
He fought another smile. He’d seen and done it all, though never with
someone so sincere and vulnerable. Somehow, that made Guy want to devour Piper,
while also protecting her. A curious mixture of emotions he wasn’t about to
explore.
“Like what?” Joel asked.
Guy suddenly remembered his buddy. So did Piper. She regarded Joel’s
fingers stroking the heavenly swells of her breasts. Those luscious mounds
wiggled prettily with her heightened breathing.
Damn, she was lush, her body ripe the way a woman’s should be. No bony,
haute-couture contours that only a high-fashion designer might covet. She was a
woman built for a man, her curves a welcomed sanctuary.
“Tell us,” Guy prodded.
With her attention darting from him to Joel and back, Piper mumbled,
“I’m your, ah…”
“What?” he asked at her pause.
She covered her face with her hand, then peeked through her splayed
fingers. “God, I can’t say it.”
“Sure you can.” Joel brushed her hair aside and nuzzled her neck.
Her hand fell to her lap. She moaned shamelessly.
Guy went to one knee again and eased her skirt above her panties, the
same red shade as her dress. A birthday girl dressed in her Friday best, just
waiting to be unwrapped, like a longed-for gift. Pulling in a deep breath to
settle himself, he stroked the lingerie’s lacy edge.
Piper whimpered, then blurted, “I’m your sex slave. I have to do
whatever you two say, everything both of you want, or else.”
“Or else what?” Guy asked.
She made a strangled sound that sounded embarrassed yet aroused.
Joel stopped suckling her neck and kissed her cheek. “We punish you?”