Take Me Again (26 page)
Authors: Mackenzie McKade
Tags: #Erotica, #Fiction, #Romance, #Contemporary
Jodi Tyler has loved and lost too many times to believe in happily ever after. That's what makes her no-strings affair with her boss so perfect—his power in bed matches his respect for her independence. Still, when he surprises her with a ménage for her birthday, her secret thrill wars with a nagging thought: Why would he so casually share her with another man?
Even though Mark Rodriguez holds Jodi at arm's length from his heart, her self-confidence is a turn-on he can't resist. Inviting old college buddy and future business partner Sam into their bed for one night was supposed to set free her wildest fantasy. Instead he finds the tables turned, forced to watch while Sam brings her to the height of ecstasy.
Now, Mark's not so sure he wants to share his treasure...
Warning: This book contains a woman fulfilling her sexual fantasies—including two men who are happy to tie her up, and be tied up, while using graphic language and floggers.
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Private Property:
He grabbed her hand and held it flat against his groin. Against the enormous hard-on straining the buttoned fly. “Do you feel what capturing a trespasser does for me?"
His gaze flicked down her body as his grin widened. “You're a little skinny for my tastes but I'll bet you're a real wildcat in bed. We're gonna have a lot of fun tonight, we are. I can't wait to bury my cock in your sweet pussy.” He dipped his head until his mouth was beside her ear and whispered, “I'll bet you're already dripping wet, aren't you?"
She snatched her hand away and dragged in a breath, forcing air into her too-tight lungs as she memorized his features. “It'll be a cold day in hell before that happens, asshole. Now back off before I shove your dick down your throat."
His lips twitching as if he wanted to laugh, he took a half step back, but not enough for her to sidle past him. “I'd rather shove it down yours."
"Just read the letter. It'll prove I'm who I say I am, and am doing what we were hired to do. Or if you don't believe the letter is legit, call Mr. Rodriguez yourself."
She rattled off Mark's cell phone number while wondering why he still hadn't responded over the headset.
When he unfolded the paper and started reading it, his eyebrows arched and his lips compressed into a controlled smirk.
"
My Sexual Fantasies.
” His eyes flickered up and he grinned while Jodi narrowed her eyes, trying to figure his game. “Sounds like an interesting letter your boss wrote, sweet pea."
Just what she needed—a smart-ass.
"Just read the damned thing,” she ground out.
"I
am
reading.” He unfolded the paper again. “My Sexual Fantasies. One, to try anal sex. Two, I want to be fucked by Mark while tied up and blindfol—"
What the hell? Jodi snatched the paper from him with a gasp and stared in horror at the list she had jokingly made for Mark.
"This is a mistake,” she stammered. “It was supposed to be the letter Mark—I mean Mr. Rodriguez had written explaining exactly how we'd breached security and his recommendations to make the estate safer."
He chuckled and looked over his shoulder to the French doors. “Is that what it was supposed to say,
Mr. Rodriguez
?"
Jodi followed his gaze. The knapsack at his feet, Mark leaned against the doorframe, thumbs tucked into the belt of his jeans that rode low over his hips.
Tension drained like a plug had been pulled, Jodi sagged against the wall. Until she realized Mark was not out of breath, nor was he treating the other man with caution. In fact, he was downright relaxed and smiling. She straightened, vowing vengeance for his screwup with the list. And for not letting her know he was all right.
And
for not warning her someone was about to walk in on her. Not to mention the vibrator still buzzing away deep inside, driving her insane.
"Will you please explain that I work for you,
Mr. Rodriguez?
” she gritted out, her hands curled into fists. “And will you please turn
it
off?"
"Sam?” Mark arched an eyebrow at her captor.
"I'd rather leave it on,” Sam grumbled, but he reached into his pocket and the vibrator immediately ceased.
"
You
had the...?” Jodi spluttered when he held the remote up for her to see. “But Mark had ... Mark, what the hell is going on here?"
"Jodi Tyler, I'd like you to meet Sam Watson."
Sam Watson?
As in the owner of Hauberk Security and Mark's college buddy
? Jodi closed her mouth when she realized her jaw was hanging open. Was this some sort of joke?
"So is this really your place, or are you checking me out to make sure I meet your company's qualifications?"
"Yup, place is all mine.” He smiled as he picked up the cigar, his gaze flicking over her again. “As for checking you out, there ain't a man alive who could fail to admire your ... assets."
Annoyed at being held captive by the man who would soon be her new boss, she placed her hands flat on Sam's chest and pushed. And failed to budge him at all.
"Since you own one of the biggest security firms on the east coast, you obviously don't need Mark to upgrade your security—so why have me break in? Oh, and in case you haven't heard, there's a law about sexual harassment of employees. So you'd better have one damned good lawyer."
Sam's eyes widened; he quickly stepped back, letting Mark take his place.
"Relax, babe.” Mark rubbed her shoulders in a move meant to pacify her but she batted them away.
Jodi shoved the paper in Mark's face. It was either that or kick him in the groin. “This list was supposed to be just between us. How could you humiliate me like this?"
Mark cleared his throat and cursed softly in Spanish. “I'm sorry, babe, I wanted to surprise you for your birthday—you know, so we can cross the rest of those items off your list. I thought it would be funny. Sort of an icebreaker."
"Funny?” She thumped her fist into his shoulder. “You have a twisted sense of humor. Besides, what could possibly be on there that you'd need to show to a perfect stranger?"
Sam waved his cigar toward the paper that was now a crumpled ball in her fist. “You might wanna refresh your memory and read number six there, sweet pea. Ol’ Mark here's asked me to help fulfill that particular fantasy."
With a growing dread, she scanned the list, her eyes widening.
6. I'd like to have a ménage with Mark and another man that we could trust.
Katrina Keens has discovered the man she longs for, Professor Derek Jacobson, is a Dom. Though BDSM is something she's never tried, the idea of submitting to Derek is darkly arousing. All she needs is one chance to slip past the strict student-professor boundary he has been unwilling to breach.
And now that opportunity has come, a way to show Derek that she can be the woman he needs. Without waiting for his permission.
Unaware of her identity at a masked sex party, he offers Katrina everything she's dreamed of—to be her master for the night, teasing her with a promise of intensely arousing discipline and praise.
Only Derek is a demanding master. Learning to serve his needs is a ruthless lesson in pleasure she won't soon forget.
Warning: Contains graphic language, bondage, toys, anal play, and sexual encounters in public settings.
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Tamed:
Chills skittered over her skin as he pushed the cup of the bustier down and exposed one rosy red nipple, bunched tight from his attentions. He skimmed around the outside of the creamy swell, making her wait as he drew nearer to the aching nub. His eyes narrowed, still holding hers, when, at last, he settled his thumb and forefinger at either side of her nipple, then rolling it lightly, increased the pressure.
His thigh slid farther between her legs and back again as he pulled at the pebbled tip. Heat seared her from cunt to tit as he moved his thigh in sync with the tease of his strong fingers at her breast. She gasped at the pinch and pull, until her pleasured moan mingled with her pained cry. She was on the brink of climax, her breath ragged, her heart pounding.
Derek!
She almost cried out his name but caught herself at the last second. She couldn't reveal that she knew who he was without revealing her identity as well. At this stage, that was too much of a risk.
He eased his leg back from its hold. The pressure was gone but the heat remained.
She blinked. What was he doing?
Leaning forward so his mouth grazed her ear, he answered the unspoken question. “All you have to do is say it."
Her voice wavered as she asked, “Say what?"
"Say ‘yes, Master’ and you will be mine for the night."
There it was. All her planning had come down to this. Everything was within her grasp and all she had to do was choose it. Her throat tightened, stifling her words as she fought the sudden rise of panic swelling within her, the irrational tears that threatened to come. No! This was what she wanted. Clearing her head, she forced herself to study Derek's face, remember every moment they shared together. She could do this. She wanted to.
He traced half circles back and forth over the tops of her breasts and then stopped to pull the bustier back up over the tortured nipple. The leather was soft against her sensitive skin, but she longed for the wet of his mouth instead. Her mind spun. She was so aroused, so near to coming, she could barely think.
His hands moved to her upper arms and he turned her around, pulling her shoulder blades into his chest. His cock bulged through his pants, pressing against the small of her back, his solid thighs against her ass. They stood angled against the wall in a hallway overflowing with anonymous guests, but for Katrina there was no one there but them. The world ceased to spin in anticipation of her answer. It should have been easy, she'd been planning this night, waiting for her chance for months, but now she was overwhelmed by trepidation.
Did she really dare to uncover what dark desires lay behind those blue eyes that had never looked at her quite this way before?
His left hand circled around her hip and slid under the hiked skirt to her soaked G-string. Grazing her bare neck and shoulder with his teeth, he growled, “You're so wet now. But this is nothing compared to what I could do to you.” He hooked a finger under the swatch of sodden fabric and pulled it to the side, exposing her clean-shaven pussy to the warm air swirling around them. “These panties are in my way."
"Take them off,” she begged, gasping at the sting of the strap as it snapped off her hips almost before the last word escaped her lips.
He fingered the torn garment, bringing it up so that Katrina could see the darkened fabric, smell her own musky scent. He tucked the wet panties into the cleavage of the bustier, leaving just the crotch peaking out. Stroking down her arms from shoulders to wrists, he took her hands and pressed them against the wall. “Stay,” came the low command from behind her.
"I would tie you up, punish you,” he growled at her ear. The bullwhip was in his grip now, the handle in one hand, the slack looped in the other. Her heart skittered at the sight of it as he lowered the handle to hip level and rested it against her mound. It was thick and long and looked almost like ivory, shining, poised above her pussy in a taunt.
"I would make you obey,” he whispered, taking the soft wound leather of the whip and stroking between her lips, circling her swollen clit. Her juices seeped from her tightening core, coating her thighs with a trickle of wet.
"Take you as I desired, filling every hole any way I pleased."
Breath entered her lungs in staggered pulls as she listened to his promises and threats.
He teased the handle between her slick folds, sending shuddering waves of pleasure through her faster than the streaks of terror could follow. “Say it."
A
Rough Riders
book.
Goody-two boots AJ Foster has waited her entire life for her dream cowboy Cord McKay to see her as more than the neighbor girl in pigtails. Now that she's old enough to stake her claim on him, she's pulling out all the sexual stops and riding hell-bent for leather—straight for his libido.
Divorced rancher Cord has sworn off all women ... until innocent AJ suggests he teach her how to ride bareback—and he realizes she doesn't mean horses or bulls. Between his responsibilities running his massive ranch, missing his young son and dealing with the sexual shenanigans of his brother and cousins, Cord is more than willing to take AJ up on her offer. On a trial basis.
The fun and games tie them both up in knots. AJ isn't willing to settle for less than the whole shootin’ match with her western knight. But for Cord, even though the sexy cowgirl sets his blood ablaze, he's determined to resist her efforts to lasso his battered heart.
Sweet, determined AJ has the power to heal—or heel—the gruff cowboy ... unless Cord's pride keeps him from admitting their relationship is more than a simple roll in the hay.
Warning: this book contains: raunchy sex scenes that'll work you into a lather faster than a winded horse, graphic language, resourceful use of baling twine, ménage a trois, ménage a quatage, and yippee! hot nekkid man-on-man-lovin'.
