TiedtotheBoss

Sierra
Summers

Anything can happen at the annual Valentine’s Day Ball,
where the decadence of the ballroom pales in comparison to the sinful events
behind the scenes. For Penny, that means experiencing her secret desire—two men
at once and twice the pleasure. She never expected it would be so mind-blowing,
or that one of the men would turn out to be Dante. Her boss.

From the moment he saw Penny enter the room, Dante had to
have her. He’s wanted her since high school, and even though he knows he
shouldn’t indulge in an interoffice affair, his passion for Penny burns too hot
to be denied. For now, he’ll share her with his best friend Andrew. But eventually
he plans to claim her all for himself…

Inside Scoop:
This romance features a big and
beautiful heroine who engages in some light bondage with two sexy alpha males.

A
Romantica®
contemporary erotic romance
from Ellora’s Cave

Dedication

To my wonderful and supportive writing partner VJ. Thanks
for being there. And to Tawny Taylor, who always says the right thing.

Penny Lane gave her overcoat to the coat-check girl and took
her claim ticket, then opened her rhinestone-studded clutch and tossed it
inside. She rubbed her icy hands together, trying to gather some warmth.
February in Michigan could be brutal and tonight was no different.

Even the foyer of Deidre’s annual Valentine’s Day Ball
couldn’t escape the bitter winds, and Penny shivered in her long gown. She
looked at the white ornate doors leading to the party and knew that inside real
warmth awaited her, but she moseyed up to the small bar just outside the
ballroom and joined her best friend Wendy.

“Deidre outdid herself this year,” the tall, curvaceous
brunette commented.

It was true. Every year the ball drew a larger crowd and
this year it had been moved to the elegant Tanner Temple. Penny had never been
to the Tanner before but had heard enough stories over the years to know how
expensive and exclusive the place was.

Normally her job as an executive assistant would preclude an
invitation to such exclusive events but Deidre had been one of her closest
friends since high school.

“Champagne?” a gorgeous shirtless waiter asked. Penny
accepted the tall flute filled with pale-gold liquid and smiled.

“Oh my God, he is so hot,” Wendy cooed as the waiter sauntered
away, the muscles in his arms and back making him look like stunning sculpture.
In true Deidre style, the waiters were all well-muscled and bronzed.

“Yes, he is, but there are a lot more like him on the other
side of that door.” Penny sipped from her glass. She was in the mood to play
this evening.

“I know, and they all love curvy girls like us,” Wendy
purred, touching her glass to Penny’s.

She’d waited all year for this particular event. To an
outsider it was another fancy ball, but those invited knew differently. This
night was the chance to fulfill fantasies, from kissing a stranger to more
sensual activities. Her thighs quivered as she imagined what awaited her
through the door.

She’d been on a dry streak for longer than she wanted to
admit. Sure, it was mostly self-imposed, but only because she refused to
compromise on what she truly desired. She no longer wanted the quiet, shy kind
of lover she usually attracted. No, she wanted a self-assured, take-charge kind
of man to drive her insane with lust. She was tired of faking her orgasms and
only achieving them with her battery-operated boyfriend.

“You look great, by the way.” Wendy’s voice dragged her back
to the present.

“Thanks. You look beautiful too.”

Wendy shrugged. “I’m lucky I found this dress.”

What a dress it was. Wendy was gorgeous in her short,
fire-engine-red silk sheath. Her short brown hair was blown straight and the
style highlighted her strong cheekbones.

Penny felt beautiful as well. She wasn’t used to wearing
such a formfitting dress, but the moment she’d seen the baby-blue gown, she’d
known it belonged to her.

The bodice was cut low and showed just enough cleavage to
entice. Blue and white rhinestones covered the front and back of the sleeveless
bodice. She’d curled her long chestnut hair and piled it on top of her head,
accentuating the style with tiny crystals. Stray curls drifted along her
jawline, almost tickling, but not quite.

Yeah, she felt damn good about how she looked.

“I’m ready.” She smiled, turning toward the door. Wendy
grabbed and held it as they entered the main ballroom.

The scenery took her breath away. The walls were covered in
white satin and blue velvet. A statue of David was life-sized and carved in
ice. Penny could have sworn the real statue’s cock wasn’t as large but that
only added to the magnificence of the piece. Endless bottles of wine and
champagne flanked both sides of the table, with several waiters ready to refill
empty glasses.

A large table filled with succulent foods lined one side of
the room. Gold silk ropes hung from the ceiling, attached to gold bars.
Scantily clad women were suspended from trapezes, posing in seemingly
impossible sexual positions while swinging.

The lighting was low but she could see clearly. There was a
large dance area and plenty of seating but the back of the ballroom captured
her attention.

An open doorway framed in pale-blue lights beckoned. The
play area was specially designed for those who wished to take their flirtations
to another level.

Deidre ensured that every guest had been completely vetted
prior to invitation. Everyone knew the rules—safe, sane and consensual play—and
anyone who broke them suffered the consequences.

Penny trusted her good friend and always loved participating
in an evening of sexual games. Most of the encounters were for the night only
but more than a few couples ended up in meaningful relationships that lasted a
lifetime.

This was the first event she’d come to in over two years,
though they were held several times throughout the year. After her wicked
breakup with Paul six months ago, she hadn’t wanted to go out, and work had
been a bear. Her company’s new CEO, Dante Parker, was a slave driver and
expected everyone to be at his beck and call. The hefty raise he’d given his
employees helped ease the pain a little but sometimes she resented the hell out
of him.

She didn’t work directly for him; she worked for his
personal assistant Kale, who was determined to prove her worth. Her normally
calm, cool friend had turned into a nightmare on heels but Penny ignored most
of Kale’s mood swings. She couldn’t imagine the amount of pressure Dante put on
her.

The past that Penny and Dante shared, but that he didn’t
remember, gave her other reasons for needing time away from work, but she
wasn’t about to ruin the evening wallowing in memories.

Two men approached the women. Both were handsome, one blond,
the other dark. Wendy smiled as the one with the olive complexion and
blinding-white smile stopped in front of her. He offered her his hand and they
took off to the dance floor.

She looked back and winked. “Catch you later, Penny.”

“Penny, is it?” the blond asked. He took her wrist and
brought it to his perfectly sculpted lips. It felt as if she’d been branded by
fire.

“And you are?” she asked.

Brilliant green eyes sparkled beneath a fringe of to-die-for
lashes. “Andrew. Andrew Dawson. Would you like to dance?”

He didn’t wait for her reply, looping her arm through his
and leading her to the dance floor. The music was slow and lazy and set the
pace. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close. His hand settled
dangerously close to her ass and she reveled in the sensation of being held by
such a strong, gorgeous man.

He was truly beautiful, the model kind of beautiful, his
skin perfectly tanned and smooth as butter. His chiseled cheeks and square chin
were topped off with a haphazard hairstyle. He made Penny wet.

Planting her hand flat along his hard chest, she shuddered.
He moved her in a small circle, pressing the small of her back so there was no
mistaking what had grown hard against her belly.

“You’re a striking woman,” he whispered. His breath smelled
like hot cinnamon and she definitely wanted a taste.

Rising a little on her toes, she brushed a kiss to his lips,
running her mouth back and forth. She tried to move back down but he held her
still.

“You can’t just tease a man like that and stop.” His mouth
traveled over hers, his tongue in the lead.

She opened to him immediately and moaned. He did taste like
cinnamon as he stroked her tongue with his. She wanted to swallow him up but he
was determined to keep the kiss long and drawn out. By the time his mouth left
hers, she was breathless and ready to drag him to the floor.

Neither of them said anything as he pulled her to his chest
and they continued the dance. Penny reveled in the heat he produced as well as
the tingling that rolled down her spine.

After two more slow, torturous dances, they stopped. “So,
would you like to explore?”

She knew exactly what he meant and he wasn’t talking about
the tables filled with food. “Oh yeah.”

She giggled. He didn’t wait for any further reply as he led
her to the back of the ballroom. He guided her through a set of heavy
blue-velvet curtains. The dimly lit room was lined with plump couches where
several couples sat. Some were talking, others kissing and still others were
getting down and dirty.

He walked down the open hallway and stopped in front of a
door. Penny held her breath. While she’d kissed other men before on the
couches, even getting in some heavy-duty petting, she’d rarely entered the
small private rooms provided at the events. No matter where the parties were
held, Deirdre always made sure there were exclusive areas where couples could
enjoy more intimate play.

The room, like the hallway, was backlit but still dark.

Andrew grabbed her wrists. “I want you.” His sensual voice
wrapped around her like pure velvet. His hands glided up her arms with
deliberate wicked slowness until they reached the tops of her shoulders. His
thumbs stroked over her collarbone. “Tell me, Penny, have you ever dreamed of
making love with two men?”

At first she was dumbstruck, then she thought about it and
the truth was she had indeed fantasized about being with two men. Even the idea
of being touched by both hotties had her pussy aching.

He squeezed her gently. “Tell me,” he commanded, his tone
driving straight through her tummy.

“Yes. Yes I have.” Did she really just say that?

“And what do you fantasize about when you think of it?”

“I imagine one man behind me, cupping my breasts.” Oh shit,
was that her voice purring?

“Is the other one in front of you touching you between your
thighs?”

She nodded.

He laughed. “Perfect.”

Another presence moved behind her. A separate pair of hands
wrapped around her waist, bathing her back in heat.

Andrew caressed her face. “It’s your choice, beautiful. You
can say no at any time, but if you choose my friend and me, we’ll give you more
pleasure than you can dream of.”

His hot breath whispered across her cheek, crawling up her
neck. The other set of hands slid up her sides and back down. She turned her
head to allow Andrew access to the sensitive skin of her throat. His tongue
snaked out to lave the vulnerable flesh.

“Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, I want this.”

He stepped back. “Wonderful. We only have one request, and
that is to blindfold you.”

“Why do I need to be blindfolded?”

“I want you blindfolded. It will enhance your other senses
and heighten the experience. I promise you’ll enjoy not knowing when and where
you’re going to be touched.” His fingertips skimmed across the bodice of her
dress. Her nipples were so hard they ached. “So what shall it be?”

He was giving her an out but Penny wasn’t about to walk out
the door, not with her body on fire. She wanted to know the touch of two men.
Wanted to know if Andrew and his mystery friend could fulfill the promise of
pleasure he’d made.

Penny placed her hands on the ones moving up and down her
rib cage, locking fingers with the stranger and leaning against him.

Andrew looked behind her. “I guess we have our answer.” He
removed a handkerchief from his suit pocket and placed it over her eyes, tying
it securely behind her head.

The hands on her flanks moved to the back of her dress. She
shivered as the zipper slid down. As each inch of her skin was revealed, goose
bumps rose on her flesh.

Andrew quickly pulled the front of her dress down. The
moment the cool air hit her breasts, her nipples puckered even tighter.

“Damn, buddy, she has the most perfect nipples,” Andrew
whispered. Penny cried out as she was turned around.

The other man latched on to one breast, covering it with his
tongue, surrounding her nipple and pulling it deeply into his mouth before
flicking it. She reached out blindly and found a thick head of hair. She
threaded her fingers through it and held on tight. His tongue was pure silk and
he licked back and forth over one nipple before moving to the next.

Behind her, Andrew pulled her dress to the floor. “No
panties? You’re a bad girl, Penny.” He laughed. He covered her ass, squeezing
and rubbing before running his finger down the crack between her cheeks. She
let out a yelp as the tip of his finger delved a little deeper and touched her
tight entrance.

“Bad girls get spankings.” The quick slap to her ass
startled her but the slight sting was hot and the heat spread as he rubbed the
spot.

Before she could react, her mystery lover pulled her other
nipple deeply in his mouth. He nipped and bit. The surprise of his teeth
pinching her was a lightning rod to her already sensitized skin. Immediately he
soothed her breasts with his tongue. She loved the dual sensations. Both men
had given her a taste of pain, only to ease it with a stroke of their touch or
mouths.

His palm tickled along her belly and moved between her
thighs. In other circumstances she might have been embarrassed by how wet she
was. But here there were no reasons to worry. In the dark her wiggles and
jiggles didn’t show. Her pale stretch marks were invisible and she felt like
the most desirable woman on the planet.

A long finger pushed through her wet folds and circled her
clit. If Andrew hadn’t been behind her, Penny’s knees would have buckled as the
mystery man inserted a second finger in and traced her entrance.

Emboldened, she ran her fingers down the front of him,
sliding farther down his torso until she encountered his rigid cock straining
beneath his dress pants. Andrew pushed up against her and ground his impressive
erection in the small of her back.

“You’re so damn soft, so hot and ready. Are you ready for
us?” Andrew’s wicked tongue licked her ear before he took a sharp nip.