Three Hired Lovers

Fantasy Resort 1 

Three Hired Lovers Jillian Masters has never had a climax. To save her job, she consents to a weekend at a resort designed to awaken her dormant sexuality. When she meets three totally hot hired lovers—a cowboy, a Frenchman, and a pool cleaner—she discovers her experience is way more than she’s ready for as their teasing and tempting forces her to confront her conflicting desires. When she finds out the three men have a hidden agenda, and that her professional career hangs in the balance, the devastating situation leads her to reevaluate her priorities. Will she give in to the temptation of her newly awakened arousal or will she leave them hanging? Genre: Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre Length: 49,008 words

 

THREE HIRED LOVERS Fantasy Resort 1

Melody S. Monroe

MENAGE EVERLASTING

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DEDICATION To my intervention team of Roxanne St. Claire, Kristen Painter and the ever helpful, Lara Santiago.

 

THREE HIRED LOVERS Fantasy Resort 1 MELODY S. MONROE Copyright © 2011

Prologue “Bill Masters better not even think about reneging on this contract. He gave us his word.” Joe Stanton pressed his palm against the rich grain of the leather chair outside Masters’s office, waiting for the big man to usher them inside. Joe studied his two brothers for their reactions. Rod, the youngest of the three, slammed his hand on the chair arm. “He’ll sign the damn papers or we’ll take him to court for breach of contract.” Rod had been against the sale at first. He said he was proud of the company they’d built together and hated breaking up their team. However, Rod understood Frank and Joe had bigger financial ambitions and promised not to stand in their way. The middle brother, Frank, stretched out his long legs and shrugged, looking cooler than a running spring in winter. He wore his signature blue striped Armani suit with a fancy red hankie sticking out of his jacket pocket. To hear him tell it, he was best looking of the three. “No use speculating and getting pissed off until you have the facts,” Frank said. God, he sounded just like Dad, God rest his soul.

 

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Masters, CEO of Sensual Pleasures, had offered to buy Sex Toys for U for five million bucks. The brothers had started the company four years ago, and their initial investment of fifty thousand each would earn them close to two million per partner. Not bad. Joe appreciated his return on investment especially since they’d grown up poor in rural Louisiana, but he was smart enough to know he’d run through that amount fast if he didn’t have a day job to keep him busy. Frank, on the other hand, was a tightwad. He could make two mil last twenty years if he wanted to. The door to Bill Masters’s inner sanctum opened and the CEO waved them in. Dressed in a tailored black suit, silk shirt, and a striped tie, the sixty-year-old’s lined face was unreadable. Damn. Joe stood, tugged on his jacket, pressed his hands down his trousers, and followed his two brothers inside. Masters closed the door behind them. While Joe had been in the office once before, its elegance still surprised him. It had lush wool carpet, charcoal walls with paintings worthy of the Louvre, and large leather chairs any US president would be happy to sit on. The chrome lamps on Masters’s expansive mahogany desk were the only hint of the modern style that pervaded the rest of the building. Masters motioned them to take a seat. “I won’t beat around the bush.” Here goes. He’s taking back his offer. I know it. “Due to health reasons, I need to retire, and soon. I’ve been impressed with your work, gentlemen, and not only do I still plan on buying your company, I’d like to hire two of you to head up the newly merged company.” Joe’s stomach somersaulted at the dream-come-true offer. Running a multibillion dollar industry would solve all his problems. Wait a minute. He didn’t want all three? He refused to pit the brothers against each other. “Why just two?” He shot a quick glance at Rod and Frank. Rod’s eyes had widened perceptibly, but Frank looked way too relaxed, like he’d been told gas

 

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prices went up another penny. “Carl Winters, my chief financial officer, and I run the company, but the organization has become unwieldy for the two of us. Carl stays, but I could use two men to replace me.” He held up a finger. The do not speak signal didn’t stop Joe from stating what was on his mind. “I want to negotiate.” “Hear me out. Before you go to war with each other over which two of you will be chosen, there’s one caveat to the deal that might make you change your mind about selling.” There was always a catch. His two brothers zeroed in on him. “Which is?” “My daughter, Jillian, will not only continue to work here but will also be a voting member on the board.” Joe’s chest caved, but not enough to be a telltale sign of relief. “I think I can speak for all of us when I say that shouldn’t be a problem.” He’d never met the daughter, but he’d learned she had a PhD in chemistry and rarely left the lab. It was her life. She’d invented most of the scents, aromatherapy oils, and body oils but didn’t involve herself in the day-to-day activities. She was a real loner. “Good.” Bill paced in front of them, acting as if he’d given his decision a lot of thought. “My daughter will decide who stays, who goes.” Frank leaned forward. “Why? She a better judge at reading income statements and balance sheets than you?” “That’s a definite no, but here’s my dilemma. My daughter doesn’t date. She’s twenty-nine and married to the job. She claims not to be a virgin, but her experience with men is probably limited.” Rod’s lower lip dropped. Masters continued. “There is no way she can give any guidance to our company that’s all about sensual pleasures unless she understands what sex and desire are.” Joe’s chin ducked inward. What the fuck was this guy talking about? “You want us to date her?” He had to be kidding.

 

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“In a manner of speaking, yes. I’ve done my homework. None of you are married or in a committed relationship.” A small smile caught his lips. How the hell had he learned that tidbit? “I’ve rented out the entire Catalina Spa just east of Tucson for one full week, starting May 12. It’s exclusive and very isolated in the middle of a mountain range. Only the technicians, waiters, and grounds people will be there. I’d like you three to teach my daughter what she needs to know. After all, you are the experts in sex toys, are you not?” Joe nearly spit. “Excuse me?” “You heard me. You have two weeks to come up with a plan before I deliver my daughter there. I don’t care what you three have to do or what you use, but I want her needy and horny after her oneweek experience. Tease her, tempt her, and draw her out of her shell so much that she lusts after you and every other male with a working dick. Can you three handle that?” Frank spoke up. “Yes, sir. We most certainly can.” It was curious that Frank’s gaze remained on Masters and not on him or Rod. “Good. Just to be clear, the man my daughter wants the most will become the new CEO of Sensual Pleasures. The second most will be his VP.” He held up a finger. “There are rules, mind you. While at the resort, Jillian can never learn who you three really are, or that I’m basically propositioning you to fuck her. Make up backgrounds, do what is needed, but bring my daughter back with an understanding of what a woman wants and how a man can satisfy her. I don’t want you to force her to do something she’s against, but if she’s anything like her mother, there is a vibrant woman underneath her lab coat.” Bill crossed his arms. “Any further questions or doubts?”

 

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Chapter 1 Two weeks later When her cell went off in the middle of the delicate experiment, Jillian Masters ignored the call, despite seeing DAD splashed across the screen. She was in the middle of testing a new polymer base that might revolutionize how condoms fit as well as increase their flexibility, and she didn’t need the distraction of talking to her father. She turned on the last Bunsen burner and dipped the eyedropper into the gooey liquid. The phone continued to ring. “You going to get that?” Clarissa, her lab tech and best friend, nodded to the phone. “It’s only Dad. It’ll go to voicemail in a sec.” Jillian wiped the sweat from her forehead. With three burners going, the heat assaulted her. Clarissa somehow managed to stay cool and pretty. “He never calls unless it’s really important.” True. “All right. Can you take over then? Put three ccs of the resin into my base and heat it to a boil. Then let it cool.” She slipped off the latex gloves, pushed the goggles onto her forehead, and pressed the speaker button. “Hi, Dad.” “Come to the office now.” He was his usual rough and gruff self, but what else was new? “Sure. Something wrong?” He only made a command like that when she’d messed up, which he accused her of doing all the time. He had no issue with her scientific work, just with every other aspect of her life. “No. Just come.” The phone went dead.

 

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Clarissa’s eyes widened, but she continued to dip the dropper into the liquid. “What do you think he wants?” “I haven’t the foggiest.” Jillian didn’t like her father summoning her any time of day, but she didn’t want to create a scene by telling him no in front of another worker. “Last time he called me in, he wanted my opinion on the quality of some stupid sex toy. A nipple chafer, I think it was called. My God, it looked like a barbaric torture device.” Her face heated up. Clarissa giggled. “He asked you?” “Go figure. Maybe he was too embarrassed to ask his sixty-yearold secretary. He talked about purchasing some autoerotic company that made adult toys. He believed if we combined our cream and lotion company with the sex toy company, we’d have a lock on the sex industry. That part of his idea actually made sense. He wanted to know if I had any experience with such a product, and if I did, did I think the chafer was any good.” She waved a hand. “As if I’d know.” “You said that?” “Not exactly. I told him I had no idea whether a woman would like having her nipples rubbed raw. He looked disgusted and told me the merest puff of air crossing the tip would intensify my sexual pleasure tenfold. Once a man nibbled and licked my breasts for any length of time, I’d be climbing the walls. Can you imagine how uncomfortable that conversation was, talking about sex with my dad?” “Yuck. My father would never have asked me anything like that. Did he act embarrassed at least?” Clarissa placed the readied tube in the holder over the fire. “You’d think, but no. Dad pulls no punches.” Jillian placed her lab goggles on the counter. “I guess I should hurry. He’s not the patient type.” “Don’t we all know it.” Jillian hiked up three floors, breezed past his secretary, and knocked on his door.

 

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“Come in and close the door.” She made sure it latched closed. “What’s up?” “I’ve decided you need to get laid.” Every muscle tightened, and her breath lodged in her throat. “Excuse me?” That was so not what she’d expected him to say at all. “I’m sick, Jillian.” She did a quick scan. His face was its usual tan and his eyes appeared clear. “Of what? Me not being married yet and popping out a couple of kids for you to spoil?” She clamped a hand over her mouth. “I’m sorry. That wasn’t nice.” “No, it wasn’t, but I probably deserve it. I’ve been preoccupied lately.” More like for the last twenty-one years. He tapped his chest. “I have two clogged arteries and my kidneys aren’t working like they should. I need to step down as CEO.” Shock raced up her arms and attacked her heart. Her dad was infallible, strong, handsome, and all knowing. She rushed over to him and gave him a hug. “Oh, Daddy. Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” If anything happened to him, she’d be lost. “How serious is it? Can’t the doctors fix you?” He didn’t return her hug nor answer her questions. Both reactions stung, but then again, he’d never been the demonstrative type. She backed up and faked straightening his perfectly tied tie. “I’ve told you over and over that you work way too hard.” After Mom died, he’d thrown himself into creating the largest pleasure company in the US, leaving little time to spend with his only child. “What can I do?” “Once I take my leave, I want you to sit on the board. I’ll be bringing in a new crop of experts very soon to take over my job.” She pushed out a breath. For a moment, she feared he’d ask her to be in charge. Her lab was her safe domain. She never wanted to leave. “Okay.” She could handle an occasional meeting. “Sit down.” Not wanting to upset him, and because her legs weren’t willing to

 

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hold her after his unexpected news, she did as he instructed. The pain of being eight surfaced again. At dinner one night, he’d told her Mom had died and that she wouldn’t be coming home again. Ever. He paced. “I need someone knowledgeable to head up marketing. Someone who understands what women want, someone who believes in passion, in love.” He nailed her with a stare. “Not some frigid woman who can’t seem to find her way out of the chemistry lab.” Her heart nearly stopped. If she could have pulled the ice pick out of her chest, she would have. “You don’t know anything about me.” Nor had he taken the time to find out either. “There are reasons why I stay in the lab and don’t date. I like it there. I’m good at my job. This frigid woman has developed excellent products already.” The bitter words nearly burned her tongue, but the moment she said them a mixture of regret and relief poured in. “I like to research the products, not market them.” “I’m not asking you to run the company, but I do want your opinion heard on the company’s direction. That requires you to get some experience under your belt.” Now she was truly insulted. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “According to my sources, you need so much control in a relationship, you can’t let go and enjoy yourself. That’s a recipe for disaster.” Her mouth dropped open at the hypocrisy of it all. She didn’t have control issues. Okay, maybe in the lab, but not with men. Well, maybe a little. “Tell me this. Have you ever had a climax?” Jillian stood, her face hotter than if she’d been two inches from ten lit Bunsen burners. She didn’t need to be subjected to this humiliation. “That’s private.” No, she’d never had one. Men didn’t do much for her, but women weren’t her thing either. “Clearly the answer is no. And sit down.” She did. Her breaths came out faster, and she squeezed her hands together, debating how to diffuse this situation. He’d never been this

 

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crazy before. Whatever his plan, she’d say no. He better not ask her to be the test subject for some experimental vibrator, a newfangled clit tickler, or the latest and greatest pussy pump. Please. It was bad enough to be the one responsible for bringing to market the number one selling clit sensitizing gel, a product Clarissa volunteered to test and swore up and down worked like a charm. Jillian wanted to experiment with the erotic creams and other sex toys in order to experience at least one orgasm before she died, but something about buying the toys for herself embarrassed her. Using her own creations didn’t sit well either, as she’d be thinking about how to improve each one instead of enjoying the effect. “I’ve arranged for a week vacation for you at a spa in the hills outside of Tucson. I think you need time to clear your head about your role in the soon-to-be merged company.” He stepped closer, and his eyes softened. “I’ll be the first to admit I could use a facial and a long, hard massage, but my head’s fine. I understand my role.” “Jillie, honey, I just want what’s best for you. I want you to experience love, life, laughter. Be more like your mother.” What did that mean? “I have fun. I laugh.” Besides, she barely remembered her mom. She wouldn’t address the lack of love in her life. She’d tried to find a soul mate, but the men she attracted only cared about themselves or her potential bank account. “That’s not the same thing. I want you to go and have the time of your life for the next seven days. Let go of your inhibitions, learn about sex.” Did he say sex? “Da-ad.” He waved a hand as if she had no idea what she was talking about. “Walter is in the limo to take you there now.” She stood and pressed her hand firmly on her hip. “I’m not going.” “Then you’re fired.” His quick retort caught her off guard. She didn’t want to disappoint him any more than she wanted to

 

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lose the job she loved, but come on. He’d fire own daughter? The sad part was she truly did understand his frustration. She’d spent her whole life making the sexual experience enjoyable for others without taking the time to indulge herself. Still, it was her choice how she lived her life, not his. “You’re kidding, right?” From his turned-down lips and narrowed eyes, he wasn’t. “I’m as serious as a possible heart attack, which I’ll have today if you don’t go.” She crossed her arms. “Why are you doing this?” He dragged a hand down his face but wouldn’t look her in the eye for a few seconds. “I told you. You need to be more well-rounded. Someday, you might get tired of creating erotic products in the lab, or worse, the company won’t need any new creations. What would happen to you then?” “That’s so ludicrous. I live to make those products. They’re like my children. I’ll be old and gray before that happens.” She didn’t want to think about the company not needing new products. “And if the new CEO needs you elsewhere in the company? You should be more versatile.” “You’re not making any sense.” “Trust me. The more you learn about how this company is run, the better off you’ll be.” “This is pointless.” He’d never follow through on his threat to fire her. He needed her expertise too much. “Jillie.” He lowered his gaze and shot her a look that said she better do as he said or he’d take her toys away. She knew that tone. She debated walking out on him, but a week’s vacation without the stress of the lab might be good for her. “Fine, but I won’t like it. There will be no week of unrelenting orgies.” No one said she had to talk to anyone, or be subjected to sex with some homely, ass-grabbing stranger. That just wasn’t going to happen.

 

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**** The hour drive did little to improve Jillian’s mood. True, she’d be in the mountains for a week, but given the Santa Catalina Mountains were surrounded by nothing but desert, she’d be stuck there with no chance of racing home. What sucked the most was not having any clothes, makeup, or anything other than what was in her purse. There was no way she’d wear the same clothing for more than a day. That would be disgusting. The spa would have clothes she could charge to her dad’s account, but did they carry underwear? What had her father been thinking sending her here on the spur of the moment? She knew the answer. He hadn’t. At least she had her cell and could talk to Clarissa every day to find out how the experiments were progressing. Maybe her friend could sneak in a suitcase or two of her stuff from home. That plan helped calm her. Walter pulled to a stop in front of the resort. Okay, the spa was more grand than she’d expected, given the only thing she’d seen in the last half hour was sagebrush, cactus, and occasional clumps of pines. Tall, white columns bordered the entryway and a flowing fountain sat in the middle of the drive, spurting water three feet high. Lush vegetation, from palm trees to flowers of every color, extended for hundreds of feet. Maybe she could get used to a place like this. If they had horseback riding, she might even forgive her dad a bit. Walter opened her door, and she slid out. “Please leave your purse in the car.” His tone was hard, but his eyes soft. She grabbed her bag to her chest. Enough was enough. “Why?” “You won’t need it. Your father has purchased everything for you.” He had? Still, what her father thought she needed and what she really needed were two different things. He had no idea what size she wore, and he couldn’t have packed shoes that fit. “I need my phone at least.”

 

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He held out his hand. “His point exactly. No contact with the outside world for one week.” She practically threw her bag at Walter, even though she understood he was only following instructions. “Fine.” “Your packed suitcase is in the trunk.” It didn’t matter. She still wasn’t ready to forgive her dad. Before she could stew any further, the double door to the spa entrance opened. A tall woman with an award-winning smile and dressed in a tight white suit came toward her. “You must be Jillian. I’m Sharon. Welcome.” Walter set her suitcase next to her before jumping back in the driver’s seat. He peeled out of there as if he feared she’d run after him. Thanks for waiting until I’m settled, Walter. The pretty woman tapped her iPad. “We have a manicure and pedicure lined up for you right away, followed by an hour massage.” For the first time all day, Jillian smiled. **** Jillian found it a little strange that during her treatments she saw no one other than those who worked at the spa. In truth, she would be glad for the peace and quiet. On her way back to the room, she studied her coral nail polish and decided the color suited her. Once inside the beautifully decorated suite, she finally had a chance to check the contents of her suitcase. She placed the outfit she’d worn to the spa on the bed and opened the case. Some kind of slinky black dress sat on top. She lifted it and whistled. She wouldn’t be caught dead in the nearly see-through halter dress that would barely cover her ass or her too large breasts. Beneath the dress were three low-cut, tight-fitting tees, one pair of low-rise jeans, three short shorts, a pair of four-inch, spiked, black patent leather pumps and sandals with a daisy between the toes. She checked the pockets and

 

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found panties, but when she examined the silk underwear, all were thongs. This was so not her style. Other than some toiletries, there were no bras. Her dad had to be kidding. She glanced at her discarded work clothes. Dammit. The dumpy pants she wore underneath her lab coat had stretched so much they hung on her hips, and the pink blouse had an egg stain from this morning’s breakfast. If she washed her panties and bra every night, she might have something to wear. She needed a drink bad. On the table in her room sat a bottle of French pinot gris with a sign that read, Compliments of the Catalina Spa. Perfect. A refreshing breeze blew in from the open sliding glass door, and the chaise lounge on the balcony beckoned her. Wrapped in a thick, white terrycloth robe and spa sandals, she poured herself a glass of wine and stepped outside. A stack of magazines sat next to the chair. What more could she ask for? She dropped onto the chaise and propped up her feet. The fresh scent of jasmine coupled with the brilliant sunshine loosened the last of her taut muscles. Perhaps Dad was right. Maybe she did need this time alone to clear her head, but what was he thinking wanting her to switch to marketing? Unfortunately for him, she wouldn’t change her mind about working in the lab. One glass of wine led to another as she sifted through the magazines. Most were fashion and makeup magazines, but a few were more risqué. That was okay. She was here to open her mind, try new things, and live, for a change. She must have dozed off, because the knock on the door startled her. Pulling her robe tight across her chest, she hurried to answer it. She opened up and stood face-to-face with a real cowboy, dusty hat and all, more magnificent than any of the men who’d graced any of the magazine covers. Flutters traced up her arm, and her vocal chords numbed. His eyes widened. “Miss Masters?”

 

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She could have sworn his voice cracked a bit. She swallowed. “Yes.” “Pardon me, ma’am. I wasn’t expectin’ anything like you.” What was that supposed to mean? “Who were you expecting?” “Not someone as beautiful as the most vibrant sunset or as radiant as the dew on a field of flowers in the morning.” The men who’d tried to pick her up had never used those lines. “Thank you.” I think. His well-worn hat sat on neatly cut, dark blond hair whose ends curled deliciously above his ear. He was dressed in hip-hugging, faded jeans and a shirt that only had the bottom two buttons actually closed, exposing his tanned, muscular chest. His startling green eyes and easy grin managed to shoot an arrow to her heart. She usually didn’t go for the pretty-boy type, but there was something in how he distributed his weight on one leg and the casual way he held out a pile of clothes that made her think he was made for decadence. “For you.” Uncomfortable with being so close to him, she quickly took the clothes stacked beneath a pair of riding boots before stepping back a foot into the room. At least she’d have something decent to wear. “I didn’t order clothes.” Stupid thing to say, but he made her tongue-tied. “These here clothes are for you, darlin’, whether you had a hand in ordering them or not. A little birdie told me you might like to ride.” He grinned as if he’d learned some state secret. “Not all the guests think to come prepared with boots and a sturdy pair of pants.” Her dad sure hadn’t planned on her riding, given what he’d packed. “How do you know my size?” He winked. “It’s my business to know every intimate detail about you.” A shiver started at the base of her spine, ran up to her neck, and back down her chest to the tip of her nipples. The foreign experience caused her to start. She cleared her throat. “So you mean I get to

 

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ride?” Another dumb comment, given what he’d handed you. Geesh. Her ability to converse with a hot male had obviously dried up as fast as her sex life had. He pulled a smartphone from his back pocket, skimmed a few pages, then stuck it back where he found it. “You sure do. Would an hour be enough time to get ready? I need to put together a few things for our outing.” Oh, my God. He’d accompany her? “Sure. Great. Whatever works for you.” His grin turned into a full-blown smile. “Meet you out front by the fountain.” She’d miss looking at the hills if she had to ride next to him. “Perfect. I’ll be there.” Thank God she didn’t add or be square. Riding alone in the desert with a stranger might put her in the Too Stupid to Live category, but he was too sexy to say no to. She couldn’t help but wonder what his arms would feel like tightened around her. Would his fingers caress her back and burn a hole in her skin? Would she go all weak-kneed from his touch? She sucked in her bottom lip. He leaned forward. “Are you having second doubts, darlin’? That’s normally smart, but here at the Catalina Spa we take pride in being on our best behavior when we’re with a guest.” He dragged his eyes from her breasts to a little below her waist. “Mmm, mmm. You are hot.” When was the last time a man had even tossed a compliment her way? She stood straighter and overlapped the bathrobe lapels. He was a spa worker and implied he’d keep his hands to himself. Clarissa had filled her in on all the spa etiquette when she’d tried to seduce her masseuse. The workers would lose their job if they acted inappropriately. “Okay. I’m game.” Her father would be so proud. “I promise you won’t regret your decision.” He doffed his hat and sauntered back the way he’d apparently come.

 

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He was at least twenty feet away when she called out. “Wait.” He took his time turning around. “Yes, darlin’?” “I don’t even know your name.” His shoulders lowered slightly. “My name’s Joe. Cowboy Joe.” He lifted a hand to his hat and continued on his way. Holy shit. He was something else. She liked the easy way he moved down the hall, all full of confidence and grace, but a man like him was probably dangerous. She’d learned her lesson years ago. Every man she’d dated had eventually used or embarrassed her. She’d make sure to steel her heart against this one.

 

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Chapter 2 Joe used every ounce of willpower to act laid-back as he headed away from Jillian’s room. How the hell had he assumed she was a dog? He’d drawn his conclusion because of her job description. Christ. He didn’t deserve to work for Sensual Pleasures if he based his ideas on stereotypes instead of facts. He should have searched harder, asked more questions about the provocative sex kitten with the gloriously long, dark hair and smoldering eyes. Jillian was the type of woman who had always turned his head. His mouth perfectly aligned with her forehead, and she wasn’t even wearing heels. Given he was over six feet, she was a good five-nine, the perfect height to kiss and the perfect length to penetrate her defenses while being in full-body contact. And those curves, damn. He itched to wrap his hands around her tiny waist, suck her perfect tits until she screamed his name, and have her impossibly long legs cling to his waist while he fucked her. He bet she hadn’t even been aware when she reached out to take the clothes from him how her robe had gapped open. He got an instant hard-on at the spectacular view, sending his lust meter to well over one hundred on a scale of one to fifty. When he’d quarterbacked at LSU, he got the pick of the cheerleaders, but none compared to Jillian. At least his role as a cowboy seemed to please her, but he wasn’t sure how long he could keep up the façade. Saying “darlin’” reminded him of his youth too much, but she’d smiled and averted her gaze a few times when he used the endearment. Her shyness turned him on. Clearly, she had no idea what she did to a man.

 

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Maybe he should keep a small memento from Sex Toys for U in his pocket and touch it every so often to remind him why he was there. He, Frank, and Rod were “hired” to make her beg for sex, not make him beg her for sex. Before any of them had seen her, they decided on a no penetration rule. Man, he wasn’t sure he’d make it all week if he couldn’t satisfy his already-growing itch. His cock strained against his jeans, and he had to adjust his pants. Christ. He was no better than a teenage boy looking at his first Playboy magazine. He pushed open the door to the outside and tilted his face to the sun. These last four years had forced him inside too much. He promised himself he’d take advantage of being outside every hour he was there. His brothers jogged up to him. “How’d it go?” Frank had a damn smirk on his face, while Rod hung back. Crossed arms and pursed lips meant Rod regretted signing up for this gig, but if he hadn’t, the job of a lifetime would be lost for good. Once Rod saw Jillian, he bet his reluctant brother would change his mind in a hurry. “I got a hard-on looking at her.” “Funny.” Frank jammed his thumbs in his pants pockets. “She a real loser or what?” Joe dragged his right arm around Frank’s shoulders and his left around Rod’s. “Trust me. You ain’t going to believe your eyes.” He looked from brother to brother. “She’s delicate, almost fragile, like she isn’t sure what to do with a man. We’re going to have go gentle with her and make sure she loves everything we do. It’ll be tough on us. You two up for the challenge?” **** Once Jillian closed the door to her suite, she planted her back against the wall. “What just happened?”

 

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I know everything intimate about you? My God. Where had he learned that kind of information? She wasn’t on Facebook, didn’t Twitter, and never once went on eHarmony, Match.com, or any of the other social networking sites like her girlfriends did. The Sensual Pleasures website listed her name but not her picture or where she’d received her degree. Just that she had a PhD in chemistry. Cowboy Joe knew something or he wouldn’t have acted so surprised when he saw her. He’d secured intel on her somehow, but she couldn’t do anything about it now. She’d have to figure out a way to pry the information from him later. With only an hour to get ready, she rushed toward the bathroom. She certainly didn’t relish riding with body oils from her massage all over her skin. If she was lucky enough to get real close to the cowboy, she didn’t want to be covered in grime. Whoa. When had she decided she even wanted to be close to a man? She usually didn’t have that kind of confidence. She couldn’t worry about that now as she had to shower. Once inside the bathroom door, she halted. The shower was ginormous. Four showerheads hung from the ceiling and jet sprayers rimmed the sides. A two-foot-wide stone seat spanned three of the walls. Wow. She could stay in here forever. She turned on one of the knobs and water sprayed from above. After stepping in, she ran her finger across the names on the liquid dispenser on the wall. Two different types of shower gels, one with a strawberry scent and the other a white, creamy liquid that smelled like peaches, sat next to a passion fruit conditioner. Hurriedly washing, she promised to spend more time in the shower after she returned from her ride. Good thing Joe had brought civilized clothes for her to wear or she might have had to turn him down. She towel-dried and stepped into the bedroom. Instead of wearing the butt crack thong, she shimmied on the straight-legged jeans over her naked flesh and slipped on the blue chambray, button-down shirt that was a tad too

 

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tight for her comfort. She checked her image in the full-length mirror. Embarrassed, she rubbed her tits to make her nipples go down. Didn’t work in taming them, but her pussy sure enjoyed the touching. The tingling excitement made her imagination go into overdrive, thinking about what an experienced hand could do to her body, like Joe’s man hand to be exact. What was happening to her? One didn’t go from prude to slut in under sixty seconds. There must be something in the atmosphere here. Holding a hand over her chest while she rode would be impossible, but if she wanted to get some fresh air, she had no choice but to deal. Maybe the cowboy would be so busy enjoying the scenery he wouldn’t notice her discomfort. She checked her image once more. She might look like an easy lay, but that didn’t mean she had to act like one. On a positive note, the socks and boots fit her size-ten feet perfectly. Someone had done his homework, but who? Her dad would never have gone to this much trouble for her. She pulled her hair up into a ponytail and quickly realized she had no makeup and no money to go to the spa store to buy any. She could charge her supplies to her father’s account, but there was no time now. Once outside, she spotted her cowboy, who stood with two beautiful horses by the fountain. One a shiny black quarter horse and the other a caramel-colored mustang with a flowing brown mane. She knew which one she wanted to ride. Fast, wild horses, or fast, wild men, for that matter, didn’t interest her, or at least never had until she’d laid eyes on smooth-talking Cowboy Joe. Her quarter horse whinnied. Joe held out an apple, immediately making a friend for life, then offered the mustang a similar treat. Joe smiled when he spotted her. “I’m glad to see the clothes fit you so well.” He brought her horse up to her. Nudging her shoulders forward so she wouldn’t give him a total show, she mounted her ride without waiting for his help. That was a dumb move. If she hadn’t been in such a hurry, she could have had

 

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Joe’s hands around her waist and maybe even on her ass as he pushed upward. Darn. Next time she wouldn’t be so quick. She glanced over at him. There was something about this guy that had the potential to make her want to get out of the lab, but her stay was only for a week. She understood after she was long gone, Joe would be plying his charms on another woman, but for the time being, he was hers. If she wished to keep her heart intact, she’d need to keep her distance, which was too bad since he had such a nice ass. He also moved with such little effort she imagined he’d be just as smooth making love. Say what? No way she was going to try out that theory. “Ready, darlin’?” Focus. “Sure am. How long is the ride?” The Santa Catalina Mountains were in every direction. Off in the distance, the terrain had a purplish cast with wisps of green mixed with spots of brown. “’Bout thirty minutes to an hour, depending on how fast we go.” He patted her horse’s neck and gazed up at her. “Do you like it slow and deliberate, or do you want to ride hard and fast?” His mouth opened slightly, and she could have sworn his tongue peeked out. Normally, she would have ignored a man’s attempt at flirting like it was junk mail, but Joe’s sexy comment went straight to her nowheated center. “I guess it depends on my mood.” God, she was actually giving it right back. How powerful was that? “And what kind of mood are you in today?” He mounted the mustang and tossed her a smile. She’d been about to answer when his huge mount bucked and nearly threw him off. Joe pulled on the reins and the horse settled. She’d been around horses her whole life and was impressed by his ability to handle the temperamental animal. Nudging her horse’s flanks, she circled around him, taking her time, enjoying how he held the reins firmly but gently, and how his

 

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thighs flexed as he kept his horse under control. “Why don’t you head on down that path, darlin’? I’ll be right behind you to make sure everything goes as smooth as silk.” His sensual words twisted her stomach and caused some collateral damage to her insides. That was not a good way to start the day. She tapped the horse’s side and headed east, happy he’d make sure nothing went wrong. Twenty minutes into the ride, her saddle became unbearable with the seam of her jeans chafing her bare pussy. She refused to suggest they stop, too embarrassed to explain her dilemma. “We’re almost there,” Joe said, pointing to a crest of a hill covered in ponderosa pines. Thank God. At the top of the peak, her breath caught in her throat. In front of her, a sandy slope ran down to the most refreshing lake she’d ever seen. The blue water was crystal clear. Surrounding the lake’s edge were large rocks stacked on top of each other next to patches of pristine beach. She pulled up her horse and glanced behind her. “I have to admit I never expected to see a lake in the middle of the mountains.” He grinned. “I’ve got lots of surprises up my sleeve. Mind if we stop here for a bit?” Was he kidding? Her clit was so swollen from bouncing up and down during the ride, and her breasts were half-soaked in sweat, she’d considered begging him to take a break. Going back wasn’t an option, nor was riding any further. Besides, the view made her finally believe she was on vacation. As for riding one more hour without a rest? That wasn’t going to happen. Joe dismounted, walked toward her, and reached up to help her down. This time she let him, dying to know what it would be like to have his big hands on her body. “Thanks.” His fingers clasped her waist and shivers shot straight to her nipples. She leaned into him as she swung her leg off the saddle. He set her down gently and let go, but the heated imprint of his hands lasted long after he moved away.

 

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“You okay, darlin’?” He nodded to her damp, protruding nipples. Could this get any worse? “Just a little hot, that’s all.” To make him believe she wasn’t embarrassed, she stuck her chest out further and pulled down on her shirt. From the bulge in his pants, he liked what he saw. To her surprise, teasing a man was fun. Maybe she had holed up in the lab for too long. He walked back to his horse, pulled off a blanket he’d rolled up behind his saddle, and took off the saddlebags. Without a word, he unfurled the blanket near the lake, sat on the ground, and pulled out a bottle of wine and a box that held who knew what. “You joinin’ me? I sure would appreciate the company.” Awesome. She was going to have a real picnic. Her traitorous heart skipped a beat. When was the last time anyone had thought to ask her? “What about the horses?” “I figure they aren’t going anywhere other than to get a sip of water. I’ll tie ’em down later.” That worked for her. Tugging her jeans lower on her hips, she slid down on the blanket. The relief was noticeable, thank God. After popping the cork, he handed her the bottle. “Ladies first.” He hadn’t brought any glasses? He must have read her mind. “The bottle’s clean. No one’s here to see ya.” She was thirsty. Putting her lips around the bottle, she slugged back the fruity drink. “God, I needed that.” He winked. “I know how to treat a woman.” She bet he did. Don’t go there. He picked up the plastic container, popped the top, and pulled out the most glorious-looking strawberry. He eased the fruit into his mouth, bit off half, and slowly pulled it out again. He closed his eyes and moaned as he swallowed. Her blood heated just thinking what those lips could do to her body. He held one up. “Want to give it a try?” She took it from him, making sure to drag her fingers along his

 

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hand. The twinkle in his eyes implied he knew exactly what she was doing. In one fell swoop, she dunked the strawberry in her mouth. The sweet juices exploded, sending a direct pulse straight between her legs. “Mmm.” She slowly licked her lips and Joe’s eyes sparkled. Who am I? And where did the real Dr. Jillian Masters, chemist extraordinaire who avoided men at all costs, go? He picked up the bottle, chugged a good portion of the contents, and dropped on his back, securing an arm under his head. To create the appearance of control, she slipped the bottle from his hand and drank another mouthful. More than once, in fact, to erase what she wanted to do with the enticing form next to her. It was all Joe’s fault she wasn’t acting herself. He was unlike any man she’d been around. He’d been caring, protective, and seemingly concerned for her well-being. It wasn’t as if she’d hired him to have sex with her. He was there to take her for a ride. Nothing more. He chuckled. “From the way you keep glancing at my cock, you act like I’m goin’ to have my way with you.” More proof he read minds. Or was she staring? She tilted her chin, praying the intense heat didn’t show on her cheeks. “No. I just don’t want to worry about some cowboy pawing me.” Just knowing he was interested was enough for her. “I never paw.” Joe placed a hand on her lower back. Her breaths came out faster, and the butterflies in her stomach bounced off the walls. His touch made her want him more, dammit, and his fingers really did almost burn a hole in her skin. Joe must have sensed her internal debate because he began to make small, tentative swirls with his fingertips above her hip. The wine kicked in and the crest of her nipples swelled the closer he got to her tits. His light touch sent a hint of arousal to her already-damp slit. What was up with nearly wetting her jeans? Admit it. You’re in full-blown heat. “You know, darlin’, the ride back could be real long. You want to dip in the water to cool yourself? I’m betting it’s eighty out, but the

 

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water will be quite a bit colder.” She speared him with a glance, her breath coming out faster. Did she dare? His fingers climbed higher, nearing the desired destination but never touching the sensitive parts. Her unfaithful nipples saluted as if worshipping him. “I—” “If you’re worried about anyone seeing you all wet, you’ll be dry by the time we get back.” It wasn’t the people at the spa who worried her. Joe was the one who was driving her to do something she might regret. Then again, maybe letting loose for a bit would be good for her. Skinny dipping would definitely be asking for more trouble than she could handle, though going in with her shirt might not be much better. The wet, braless top would sculpt to her body, which could result in him getting a raging hard-on. Did she dare? From the bulge she’d seen in his pants, he might try to have sex with her, but then the elite spa would fire him, and she didn’t want that. Damn. All pumped up and no release in sight. “Actually, the idea of getting cool does sound nice. My body’s all sticky and achy from the ride. Getting my muscles to relax might be just the thing I need.” She drew out a smile, trying to be as sexy as she knew how. She liked how her innuendoes made him squirm, even though she could tell he was trying to act as if what she said hadn’t affected him. It was cute really. She stood and, without looking back, headed to the edge of the lake. She shucked her boots and socks, intentionally wiggling her butt as she bent over. She dipped her toe into the water, immediately finding relief for her hot feet. The water was cool, but not icy cold. As she walked into the lake, the soft, rippled sand bottom enveloped her feet. The farther she went, the more her muscles and attitude gave in to the ecstasy. The denim clung to her legs and sculpted tight against her nakedness. When the water came to her waist, she ducked down

 

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and moaned in delight. She would have stayed all day in the lake if a huge wave hadn’t rocked her. Joe’s bare heels disappeared under the surface. Next thing she knew he pulled her under the water, head and all, then pushed her up to the surface, his hands slipping under her breasts. A ring of fire ignited her body where he’d touched her. As she reached out to steady herself, she grazed his muscled, naked chest. Her fingers brushed against his hard, distended male nipples, causing her to nearly choke. Good thing the dark blue water hid his attire. If he was totally naked, she’d drown right there. “Last one to the center’s a rotten egg,” he challenged. His face lit up like a ten-year-old getting ready to do something he’d been forbidden to do. Even though she was a strong swimmer, she bet Joe would be faster. She dipped her face into the water and kicked with all her might. She wasn’t sure what prompted her to stop, but when she did, Joe was floating on his back in front of her. Thank God he’d worn his jeans. She waved. “I guess I lose.” Now come catch me. “You are anything but a loser.” He tucked in his bottom lip and raised his sexy brows. She glanced to the sky hoping for some divine inspiration on how to hide her interest. She looked back to him and stilled. Where’d he go? She spun around. Hands crawled up her waist again. Before she could react, his face popped up inches from her lips. “You’re fast, also.” She wanted to steal a kiss, but she wasn’t bold enough yet. She pushed him away and laughed. “You’re faster.” “You got that right, darlin’.” He dunked her again before swimming farther into the middle. Using every ounce of energy, she swam after him. When she got close, she grabbed his foot and twisted him on his back. “Race you to the shore.” He grinned again. “You’re on.”

 

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She’d taken two strokes when his hands clamped high on her calf and held tight. “Not fair,” she said, laughing. He pulled her to him, his hands climbing one over the other, up to her thigh. Chills crawled over her wet, heated flesh. She rolled over and he let go, grinning like he’d won some award. He winked and took off again. With Joe, teasing came naturally. She followed. As soon as he allowed her to get ahead, he’d catch her then spurt past. They continued battling, and cheating, all the way to the shore. When she dragged herself up to dry land, she collapsed on the beach. Her breath came out fast, and her chest heaved from the exertion. Joe did the same, but when she looked over at him, all sense of adventure seemed to go out of him as if she’d pricked his balloon and the air ran out. She propped herself up on her elbow and turned toward him. “What’s wrong?” He nodded to her shirt. She looked down, immediately clamping her hands over her chest and readjusting her attire. In the process of playing, not only had two of her buttons popped open, but her left breast had become totally exposed. Flirting was one thing, but the moment she was naked, her courage disappeared. Joe popped up. “Be right back.” Once she regained her composure, she realized Joe hadn’t tried to touch her. Maybe he was embarrassed for her, something no one had ever been before, including her father. A few seconds later, he returned with the blanket and his shirt. He draped the wool over her shoulders and rubbed her arms and back vigorously until heat returned. “Better?” “Yes.” An intense tingling exploded in all parts of her body, even to areas he hadn’t laid a hand on. Her reaction troubled her. With Joe, all she could think about was how he might excite her, even though she understood he had rules to follow. He handed her his shirt. “I’ll turn my back while you take off

 

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yours and put on mine. It might be a little sticky, but at least it’s not see-through.” That was the nicest thing anyone had done for her. “Thanks.” She did as he suggested. The cotton material smelled like him, like the desert sun. Having a man’s shirt on her body, his shirt, stirred a deep ache in her belly. The image of a being a couple flashed in her mind’s eye. “Come on. I have a big surprise for you back at the spa.” **** Joe had to admit Frank had done a great job placing all the candles in Jillian’s suite and fitting the massage table between the bed and the desk. While she was in the shower getting ready for her “surprise,” Joe lit the candles and arranged the sheets on the table to make sure the special event would be perfect. When his brother had called a few minutes ago, he mentioned he wanted to be called “Francois.” Frank would probably be able to pull off the charade, given their Louisianan upbringing and the fact all of them had picked up bits and pieces of French. “Francois” said he would join them only if Joe texted him. That worked for him. Joe should have showered too, but by not doing so, it gave him a good reason to hold back until all three of them had their chance to tease and tempt her. Jillian needed time to adjust to these new experiences, and he wasn’t going to mess it up for the special lady. So many times today he’d wanted to tell her the truth, that he enjoyed being in her company, not because her daddy was holding the chance to be CEO over his head, but because he liked her. Jillian Masters was pure and seemingly unaffected by the jaded world around her. With proper guidance, he could bring her to her true potential. The bathroom door opened and she walked out looking like a vision with the steam surrounding her.

 

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She stilled. “I thought—” “You thought the masseuse you had this morning would be back?” She nodded. “I’ve ordered a different type of massage for you.” When he moved closer, she didn’t retreat, thank God. Joe took her hand in his and led her over to the table. “Hop on up.” Once she was seated, he gathered both hands in his. “Jillian. Today was special for me. Really special.” Her shining eyes prompted him to continue. “I want to give you more joy. Would you like that?” She hesitated, and not only did he think his chance at getting to know her better was lost, but also a little bit of his heart died. “Okay, but if I feel uncomfortable, can we stop?” He let out his long held breath. “Darlin’, you’re the boss. Say the word and I’ll walk out.” He prayed he wouldn’t make a misstep that would cause her any concern. “I’ll get us some refreshment.” While she got comfortable, he poured the Beaujolais, one of his favorites, and handed her a glass. She smiled, and he knew he was in for a long, constrained evening.

 

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Chapter 3 Jillian was halfway through her glass of wine when a strong knock sounded on the door, causing her heart to jump. Joe’s lips pressed together and he set his glass on the desk. Fists tight at his side, he pulled open the door. She couldn’t hear what he said, but a second later a tall man in pressed black pants and a white fitted shirt over broad shoulders blew in. When he spotted her on the table, he smiled broadly and rushed over. “Je m’appelle Francois.” He leaned over and kissed her on both cheeks. Wow, a real Frenchman. The stranger then kissed the back of her hand. He held her gaze and murmured, “Je connais les desires d'une femme. Je voudrais—I’m sorry, chérie. I forget to speak English when I see a beautiful woman. I’m Francois.” “Hi. I’m Jillian.” She had no idea why the man was here, but he was nice to look at. Too bad he’d interrupted the massage with her hot cowboy. Joe tugged on the man’s arm and turned him around. “Why are you here?” Despite convincing her Joe was a mind reader, his less than friendly tone set her nerves on edge. “Sharon sent me. She said Ms. Masters had signed up for the duo package.” Sharon was the lady in white who’d set up her spa services. A fast burn raced up her spine. “My father, who arranged for my stay, must have signed me up for that.” Not that she knew what the duo package

 

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entailed exactly, but she could guess that both of them would be dripping oil on her body and rubbing her down at the same time. The double combination sounded divine right now. “Not to worry,” Francois said. “You just got back from riding, no?” He dragged a hand down her arm. She expected to be put off by another man’s touch, but even through the robe, his gentle approach sent a pleasant tingle up her body. “Yes.” “Then it will take two of us to calm all of your aches.” He looked around. “The warm glow of the candles is perfect to set the mood.” He stepped toward the desk. “Ah, you have wine. May I?” Before either responded, the newcomer poured a glass, gave a silent air-toast, and took a sip. He set the glass down and turned to Joe. “How could you give this rot to such a sweet lady?” “You’re just picky.” Francois waved a hand. “Perhaps later I can convince Jillian to join me in something finer.” She glanced at Joe, not sure how to react to the new dynamics. Having Joe and her alone would have been so romantic, but having Francois there, too, added spice. “Perhaps.” She figured that was a safe response. “I think Sharon made a mistake, Francois. I can handle Ms. Masters alone.” “But I can see she is special. And a special woman deserves special treatment, don’t you think?” A myriad of emotions crossed Joe’s face. His brows pinched, then immediately relaxed. “Yes, Jillian is indeed special.” That was it? They’d decided? “Is it standard to have two masseuses?” She wanted to make sure she wasn’t in for something that was out of the norm. Joe’s mouth opened, but Francois spoke first. “Oh, yes. It’s what we do at the spa. You’ll love it.”

 

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“Oh.” “Don’t worry, darlin’. Francois will be good. He won’t do anything inappropriate.” Once again the two men made eye contact, but she couldn’t figure out what the look meant. “Okay.” While Joe got ready, she studied the men over the rim of her glass. Francois was taller than Joe by about two inches. His neatly cut, black, curly hair was cropped tight in contrast to Joe’s longer and lighter hair. Francois’s shoulders were broad, but not as muscular as Cowboy Joe’s. She couldn’t decide who was more handsome. Joe was open and friendly, whereas Francois appeared more mysterious. Francois smiled and returned her gaze, as if he knew she was comparing them. Embarrassed, she broke eye contact. Joe looked relaxed, but from the way he gripped the bottle of massage oil, something had set him on edge. Was he jealous another man would put his hands on her? No, he wouldn’t care that much since they’d just met. She quickly finished her glass, needing the calming effect alcohol always had on her body. The thought of what both men were about to do to her made her blood heat and her clit quiver. A tingling sensation traveled from her now-stiff nipples down to her aroused pussy. And they hadn’t even touched her yet. She needed to get a grip. Stall. Talk to them. They’re people. “So how long have you both been working at the spa?” She glanced first at Joe. “Not too long.” His gaze roamed around the room. She leaned back on her elbows, stretching her legs out on the massage table. “What’s the best thing you like about working here?” Could this conversation be any more awkward? She sucked at small talk. Joe finished his glass and poured another one. “The people.” “And you, Francois?” Instead of answering, he flicked off both table lamps in the room. “We need to start your massage.”

 

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Goose chills covered her warmed, damp body thinking about the exotic plans in store for her. She bet the Frenchman was highly skilled in the art of seduction—not that she’d ever give in to actually being seduced. Joe strode up to her. “Why don’t you lie back and get under the sheet. Just drop the robe on the floor. Francois and I will wait outside while you get comfortable.” “Sure.” His instructions were standard. When the door latch clicked, she undressed, placed the robe on the vacant chair, and climbed in between the cool sheets. A knock sounded a minute later and the two men entered. The scent of outside jasmine blew over her. Soft clicks brought soothing music to the room that was not too loud but just enough so she didn’t have to strain to hear. “Jillian?” She opened her eyes. Joe held up a sleep mask. “I want everything to be a surprise. Do you mind?” How would a massage surprise her? For half the time, her head would be facedown in the little donut-shaped hole at the end of the table. A mask would only block the image of feet. Or did he think she would have a hard time concentrating if she watched both men? No use speculating as she was about to find out. She sat up, took the mask, and slipped it over her eyes. While streaks of light eked in around the edges, the loss of the major sense threw her off balance. Her skin tingled, waiting for the first touch. “Now just relax, darlin’.” That wouldn’t be easy, but the wine was helping. She rarely drank, and today alone, she’d probably consumed half a bottle on an empty stomach. Her head spun, but the thought of his masterful touch made it all worthwhile. Joe placed a palm on her back and his other hand on her shoulder, the light pressure indicating he wanted her to lie on her back. His windblown scent filled her nostrils and forced her to think only of him.

 

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He lifted the sheet from her feet and folded it in half, resting it halfway up her thighs. Tingles raced along the length of her legs, knowing she was naked underneath the thin cotton sheet. Even though her eyes were closed, he could feel Francois’s stare drag over her body. Prickles of anticipation shot straight to her dampening pussy. A eucalyptus-smelling liquid squirted from a bottle, and a second later Joe dragged his palms down her calves to her feet. “That pressure okay?” “Yes.” Her muscles relaxed further. “Good. Now, I’m going to place some massaging stones on your body. Let me know if they’re too hot. They’re designed to let your thoughts drift away to a pleasant place.” The soft lilt of his western accent seeped deep into her mind. Her imagination ran wild where he intended to put those stones. Right now, the apex of her thighs ached, but he certainly wasn’t going to be putting the stones there. It was bad enough her too-tight shirt had rubbed her nipples raw when she’d bounced up and down on the horse for an hour. Having his hands all over her would only make her carnal need worse. A match struck and incense swirled in the air, followed by the hint of sulfur and phosphorous from the match. “Ready, chérie?” What was the Frenchman going to do? “Yes.” Maybe. A chair scraped across the carpet. Fingers behind her gently pulled her hair from her face then traced a line down her cheek. The touch was soft, yet sure, as if Francois knew what the tender motion would do to her soul. “You are so lovely.” She was too relaxed to answer, since Joe was running a stone along the arch of her left foot, making her toes instinctively curl at the ticklish sensation. He rubbed and rubbed until the tendons and muscles loosened. This was better than any massage she’d ever had. From the breath on her cheek, Francois stayed close as if he

 

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wanted to watch her react to what Joe was doing. The double assault nearly overwhelmed her. She wanted to concentrate on each man’s hands, but the moment she thought about what Francois was doing to her, Joe would hit a more sensitive spot. “I’m putting three stones on your belly, darlin’.” He loaded up with oil then massaged her calf and upper thigh. Each stroke brought his fingers closer to her secret spot. She couldn’t wait to see if his talented fingers would stimulate her. Her father had asked if she’d ever had a climax. She was too embarrassed to say no. None of the men in her life had ever put pleasing her on the top of their agenda. If Joe or Francois were ever to become her lover, she bet either one would bring her to a screaming orgasm long before he grunted his way to release. Under the sheet, Joe’s fingers squeezed her upper thigh, bringing her focus back to the delicious rubbing. With each stroke up and down her leg, her suddenly needy clit begged for his touch. Instead of helping her calm her growing need, he lowered her leg back to the table and stepped away for a bit. Damn him. At least Francois seemed more in tune with what she desired. His warm breath caressed her cheek as he stroked her face with the back of his hand. He then gently bit her earlobe before running his tongue along the edge of her ear. Never before had a man touched her in such a sensitive way. Francois moved his lips to her neck, and she nearly squealed at the light touch. “I need to move these rocks to a better spot, darlin’.” She could have sworn Joe’s comment was directed more toward Francois than to her. Damn this mask for not allowing her to watch them. Joe slid the set of warm rocks from her belly and to the top of her pubic bone. Oooh. Having his hands so near almost made her weep. What would he say when he noticed her full Brazilian wax? Would he be put off by her totally bare mound? It wasn’t for vanity’s sake, but more for cleanliness, or so she told herself. Joe’s fingers squeezed her other calf, almost as if he were trying

 

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to regain her attention from Francois, who had already moved his fingers from her collarbone to the bottom of her throat. Her breaths had become more rapid, and Joe must have sensed a shift in her level of desire. His strong hands shot up her thigh, and she willed him to brush against her pussy. Unfortunately, he seemed to go out of his way to avoid touching her where she most needed him to. What was it going to take to get what she knew he could provide? Francois’s fingers made small circles above her achy breasts. Her nipples yearned to be touched, pulled, and teased, but no one seemed to be willing to satisfy her. Joe removed the warming stones, and the loss of heat and pressure shifted her mood downward. “Darlin’, I need you to turn over.” His tone seemed on edge. Was it because Francois was slowly working his way from her ear down to her hard nipples? Maybe he was jealous of his coworker. The thought nearly sent her over the edge. Francois tapped her shoulder as if she’d been dreaming. Air swept over her body as Joe held up the sheet. Little electric shocks raced along her spine and down to her very moist core. “Sorry,” she said, a little embarrassed she’d taken so long to react. Damn. He’d been so close to touching her and giving her some release. When she turned over, she lifted up higher than necessary, hoping Francois would get a good look at her breasts and want to fondle them. Joe too would be able to glimpse her pussy and hopefully desire to touch her. Showing off should have embarrassed her, but for some unexplained reason, she wanted to excite them as much as they’d excited her. When the sheet fluttered down on her body, Joe folded it so that only the top of her butt was covered. She tilted her pelvis a little more, hinting at her willingness to experiment. The sound of two metal latches coming undone surprised her. “Darlin’, the table is about to move. I need to get closer so I can

 

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move the stones over some hard-to-get-to places.” “Sure.” Not that she understood the mechanics of his table, or how placing stones on her body would be hard to reach from any angle, but right now she’d do anything for him. The table opened up from her waist down, bringing her legs into a spread-eagle position. Oh, my God. Cool air blasted her clit, and she nearly screamed from the pleasure. “Joe?” “Shh. It’s okay, darlin’. I promise you’ll like this, but I need you to do something for me.” “What?” She was a little embarrassed at how breathy she sounded, as if she was desperate to do what he asked. “Get on your hands and knees for me.” “Why?” She knew, or at least she hoped she knew why, but she had to ask. Her blood zoomed through her veins, thinking about what might come. “I want to make this really good for you.” If she did as he asked, her swollen opening would be right at his eye level and her tits would practically be in Francois’s face. Joe would be free to lick her and suck on her hard little nub with abandon, while Francois could take her tits in his hands and play with her nipples. Waves of contractions rushed down her walls. The thought of their touching her so intimately sent her into a near frenzy. Without answering, she did as he asked. “You are so beautiful.” Joe’s voice caught. Francois pressed his cheek against hers and dragged his hands down her arms. “I want you to relax. You seem coiled so tight.” She was? Before she could think about how to unwind, Joe dragged two warm rocks over her butt cheeks, soothing the pulsations rising to the surface. The slow, methodical flow made her relax her bottom, but her pussy walls quivered and shook in anticipation of his fingers that were sure to come. Francois rubbed her back, coming oh so close to touching the

 

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sides of her tits. She wasn’t sure which she wanted more, for Francois to cup her breasts or for Joe to touch her pussy. An involuntary groan escaped. As if Joe understood what she really needed, he dragged the edge of the rock straight over her needy clit, and she jumped. Over and over again, he rubbed her already-excited crease until her juices must have slickened his rock. “That feel good, darlin’?” “Oh, yes.” When she thought she couldn’t handle anymore, Francois’s fingers brushed her nipples and followed up with a light pinch. “God, that feels so good.” He tweaked the tips, twisting and turning them, creating a pain so exquisite, she nearly yelled. Already raw and sensitive, Francois’s touch sent her to a new height. Just when her breath had escaped, Joe ran a finger around her anus. Her heart slammed against her ribs, and her gut reaction was to clench her cheeks close. “What are you doing?” “Darlin’, every inch of you is so exquisite, I wanted to give you more.” More of what? When she didn’t move, he dipped a thin rock into her tight, muscled hole. She expected to be revolted but was surprised by how much the pressure stimulated her. “Mmm.” “You like that, don’t you?” She more than liked the forbidden touch, but she certainly wasn’t going to encourage him when every other part of her body needed something “more.” She wanted him to push in harder, but instead of something plunging into her, the warm rock disappeared and a zipper sounded. She tensed, thinking he might want to put his cock in her bottom. She’d never experienced anything other than regular sex, but given how stimulating the rock’s end had been, she might like having him in her, just not right now, maybe.

 

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“Don’t worry, darlin’. No sex, remember?” She remembered all too well. “Joe needs to feel your heat to guide him to the next level.” He said level in two sexy syllables. Ooh la la. How lucky was she to have a cowboy and a Frenchman? Who wouldn’t want this fantasy, at least for a night? Next thing she knew, Joe’s big cock nudged open her cheeks. He spread her thighs wider as Francois took both breasts in his hands. He leaned over and kissed her neck, murmuring something in French. She sucked in her stomach as her slick passage convulsed. “I want you, darlin’.” Joe’s words make her salivate. A jar opened. A moment later, he spread a cool, gooey cream around her anus, then plunged in a finger. “I want you to get used to this.” She wasn’t sure about this taboo act, but his finger did something to her insides. He nudged the opening wider, stretching the unused muscle. She tried to scoot down to take in more of him, but Francois held her tight. “Be patient, my love,” Francois crooned. Joe squeezed her upper thighs, and she held her breath for his next move.

 

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Chapter 4 Looking over Jillian’s back at Joe, Frank shook his head. His brother was playing with fire getting so close to her. He mouthed, “No sex.” Joe eyes squeezed shut, and his jaw tightened. He stepped back, zipped up his pants, and stormed out the door, closing it with a loud bang. Jillian jumped. Fucking brother. “Joe?” she said. If Joe messed this gig up, he’d strangle him with his own hands. Frank let go of her tits. “Relax.” She rolled over, covered herself with the sheet, and took off the mask. Damn. His brother had ruined the most exciting experience he’d had in a long time. “Where did he go?” The pain in her voice cut him. “He stepped out for a bit. You want me to see where he went?” “Would you?” Her brows pinched. What was Joe thinking, trying to have anal sex with this sweet woman? Hell, her father said she was almost a virgin. Frank jetted out of the room and found Joe pacing in the hallway in front of the door, the bulge in his pants still apparent. “What the fuck were you thinking?” He tried to control his anger but failed. Good God, five million dollars was at stake, not to mention controlling a multimillion-dollar business. Joe dragged a hand through his hair. “I don’t know if I can go through with this charade.”

 

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“Charade or not, this is why we’re here.” His raspy voice turned into a near shout. “You’re crazy, you know. She’ll suspect something if you split.” “Keep it down.” Joe shook his head. “If I go back in there, I’ll lose it. I know no sex means no sex, but Christ, I wanted her so bad, I’m losing my mind. When she got up on her hands and knees and her ass was staring at me, I had to have her.” He saw his brother’s point. “We all agreed there’d be no penetration, only teasing, but hey, if she wants it, why not give it to her?” “I can’t. Not under these circumstances. Can’t you see she’s innocent? I’m sure she’s never had anal sex, and here I was, trying to take her that way. She’s not safe around me.” Some of Frank’s composure returned. “Take your goddamn lack of control and leave, but I’m not going to have her willing with no release in sight. It’s cruel.” Joe grabbed the front of his shirt and slammed him against the wall. “What are you going to do? She trusts me not to hurt her. She doesn’t know you.” “Easy there. You’re the one who wanted to butt fuck her.” He tore Joe’s hands from his body. “My big brother likes her, don’t you?” “I never thought I would, but yes. She’s sweet, gentle, smart, and hot. Not a combination we find anymore in the women we date.” “Okay, okay. I’ll tell her you wanted her so bad you had to split. That should please her.” “Maybe apologize, too.” Joe stepped back and stuffed his hands in his pocket. “So what are you going to do for her?” “Bring her down slowly. Maybe clean her up a little, then show her how to have a good time. I’m sure she appreciates the finer things in life.” “No fucking her, okay? When she begs for it, I want to be the one to satisfy her.” “That wasn’t our deal. Besides, you’re the one who screwed up.

 

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Remember, we get equal chances at her.” “Fine. Screw this up and I’ll be the one to pick up the pieces. She listens to me, responds in a way no one else ever has. I see the woman inside her, not just the surface stuff, which is why I had to pull away.” He stomped off. Maybe being a male prostitute wasn’t such a good plan anymore, but my God, Jillian did something to him, too, and that shook him. He never was one to get emotional, but when he watched her writhe under his touch, something deep in his soul snapped. Her creamy skin, amazing boobs, and bare snatch turned him on like no other woman ever had. He didn’t know about her inner beauty yet, but if he got to know her any better, he’d probably be a goner like Joe. “Joe? Francois?” Her voice floated through the door. Shit. The last thing he needed was for her to come in the hallway, half-naked, and see Joe running away. He gently nudged open the door, hoping to find her on the table with her legs spread wide, maybe even pleasuring herself. Instead, she was sitting on the table, long legs hanging over the side with the sheet to her chest. She looked like she’d been crying. Frank strode up to her. “Don’t cry.” He rubbed her knee before slowly caressing her thigh, debating if he should go higher. For her sake, he stopped. She swiped a hand across her eyes. “I can’t believe he walked out like that. I finally meet a guy I want, and he just leaves without a word.” She blinked and her mouth turned into a pout. “Did I do something wrong?” The pain in her voice nearly made him break his vow. At first he thought she’d be mad at what Joe had tried to do. “No, no. You must never think like that. You are perfect. Joe couldn’t control himself. That’s all.” He cupped her chin. “The temptation to drive his dick into you made him crazy. He couldn’t handle not being able to touch you in the way he wanted.” That was probably the first true thing he’d said to her. “This job means the world to him.” Did it ever.

 

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She looked up, her lips quivering as she attempted to smile. His hand hovered over her snatch, wanting to show her he’d enjoy sinking his cock into her pussy, but decided she wasn’t ready to switch her affections to him. Her eyes turned large. “So Joe really likes me?” “You couldn’t tell how much he desired you?” Frank didn’t want to hear her answer, so he continued. “Seeing him with you turned me on, too.” He dragged a finger down her cheek and slid a piece of errant hair behind her ear. “Would you mind terribly if I helped ease some of the ache in your body?” She pressed her lips together. “I’m not sure.” “I will be as gentle as Joe. I promise, but if you want me to stay clear of your beautiful pink starburst, I will.” He forced his voice lower, softer. “My starburst?” “Your pretty little bottom.” “Oh. No, that’s not the problem. I’m upset because I liked Joe so much.” He smiled. “What better way to get to know and maybe like me, too, than to see what I can do for you? You seemed to like it when I played with your beautiful tits.” She swallowed hard. “I did, but I’m not ready to forget Joe.” Shit. He understood her hesitation. Apparently, in the few hours Joe had spent with her riding, she’d bonded with him. “Maybe I can help change your mind, non?” She twisted her mouth. Please say yes. “Do you think Joe would be okay if you touched me a little?” Her long lashes framed her pretty eyes. “When he left just now, he told me to make you happy. I know he wouldn’t mind.” She looked deep into his eyes, and for that moment, he saw why Joe had fallen for her. “No sex, right?” Was she saving herself for his brother? Damn. “No penetration, my love, though if you look down, you can see I am so hard for you, I

 

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might have to leave you, too.” She hiccupped. “Please tell me there’s a third friend who can pinch-hit if you have to go.” She’d just given him the perfect opening. He slid his hand under the sheet to her delicious, wet snatch and slipped a finger inside her. Her sweet, sexy mouth opened. His thumb rubbed against her slit, and he nearly came in his pants. Never did he expect someone as innocent as Jillian to be waxed. His already-engorged cock got bigger. Her gasp made the ache worse, his balls tightening to a painful level. He withdrew his hand, not trusting what he might do with her delicious body. She wiggled her hips right and left as if to ease the pulses racing down her walls. He cleared his throat. “There is someone who could help you, but he doesn’t work here. He has no restrictions, if you should desire being touched in a more intimate way.” He prayed Rod or Joe wouldn’t mind the last-minute change of plans. Right now he’d say anything to be able to touch her like he wanted. In reality, he should thank Joe for getting her so ready for him. Frank tugged on the sheet, needing to see her magnificent boobs again. She let go. “Will you lie down for me?” He’d wait to feast on her perfect snatch for when she willingly came to him, if he lived that long. “You’ll stop if I change my mind?” She looked up through long, curly lashes. He placed his right hand over his chest. “I am a Frenchman. I believe in honor over disgrace. I will do whatever you want me to do—within reason.” He smiled. She was too adorable for words. Lifting her legs a few inches off the table, he spread them wide, one on each half of the open table and stepped between her thighs. When he raised the sheet, the view astounded him. He hadn’t planned on fingering her anymore, but her sopping wet snatch begged him to test the waters. She needed him to, right? He swallowed hard. “I’m sorry Joe didn’t finish what he started. You seem so ready,

 

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so wanting.” She closed her eyes. “Yes.” As gently as he could, he dipped two fingers into her again. Her scent floated into the room, making him close to bursting. His balls screamed for release. God, he wanted to fuck her. Fuck her here, fuck her now. He was so close to breaking the rule, but he wanted the job at her father’s company more. There’d be plenty of time later to do what he wished with her. To make her his own. He stroked her clit, and she nearly bucked off the table. “Easy.” He kept rubbing, pinching, then soothing until she lifted her sweet hips. When she was on the brink of climaxing, he pulled out his fingers. He wasn’t sure if he stopped for her sake or for his. “No. Please don’t stop.” Her plea tore him apart. He could see why Joe was so enamored, but if he had sex with her, she’d probably regret it in the morning. Not to mention his two brothers who wouldn’t hesitate to pound the shit out of him. “I have other things in mind.” Damn, why did he have to be so noble? He leaned forward and pressed his trousers against her wetness. He didn’t want to rub her too much and make her uncomfortable, but any movement by him would help build her desires. She arched into him. “I don’t know if I can take anymore.” Being in the same state of mind, he understood completely. He stepped back and pretended not to know what she was saying. “Do you want me to stop?” “No.” Her voice cracked. “Never.” He forced the smile from his lips. “I will be in pain wanting you and not being able to have you.” Now there was a true statement. She opened her eyes and shot her gaze directly to his cock that was bursting close to his waistband. He thought about freeing himself and coming all over her snatch, her stomach, and her glorious tits, but that might be too much for the adorable woman. The image of shooting his wad into her mouth bounced around his brain, but he

 

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dismissed that fantasy. It wasn’t penetration in the strictest sense, but his brothers might not see it that way. Jillian would need an experienced touch when the time came, and who better than him to give it to her? Unfortunately, now wasn’t the right time. He moved to the side of the table and stroked her belly with one hand while he circled her hard little nipple with the other. She moaned and rested back. He leaned over and plucked her pebbled nub between his teeth. From the way the distended peak was already red, his touch would send her upward. She cried out, he hoped not from pain, but from ecstasy. He nipped her again and again before pulling her completely into his mouth. She squeezed his arm, panting and squirming. He teased the other side, gripping tight, and tugging hard. God, what those soft mewling sounds did to him. “Sensations,” she panted. “Everywhere. It’s so much.” Each breathy word made him want her more. When he thought she might come right there, he stopped again. Blood pulsed in his veins and he almost spewed in his pants. My God, she was a vision. He glanced at her wet snatch and thought the only thing better would be for Joe to fuck her in the ass while he plunged into her wet pussy. He’d always prided himself on his control. With Jillian, he had little. She was nothing like any woman he’d known. She was naïve and so trusting. “I think it’s time for a shower.” Otherwise, he might do something the others wouldn’t like. “You don’t want all that oil on your beautiful body all night, do you?” He prayed she’d buy his excuse, but truth was, he was at the end of his ability to say no. “I guess not.” She opened her eyes. “Will you wash me?” He inwardly groaned. Washing her would stretch him to the limit. Or rather put him way past his limit. “Naturellement.” Frank helped her up and wrapped the sheet around her body. Little did she know what was in store for her next.

 

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Chapter 5 When Francois reached in to turn on the shower, Jillian realized that in her sexual haze she’d asked him to wash her. What had she been thinking? The teasing would only continue, and without release, she might have to take control. He’d probably help shampoo her hair and run his hands down her slippery body, but could she handle that? The “massage” alone was unlike anything she’d ever experienced. There’d been so much touching, teasing, and lusting. Two days ago, she never would have thought a man’s intimate touch would drive her into such a needy state. Had the warm desert sun turned her into a sex-crazed woman? Or had the amazing staff who were paid to make her feel special been incredibly good at their jobs? Aw, hell. Maybe she was thawing, letting go of her insecurities, and learning to feel, but when had the change occurred? What mattered was she finally understood what all the fuss was surrounding sex and why she made the oils, the salves, the wonderful scents, and why the women clambered for the products. Her father had wanted her to gain experience, and for that, she was thankful. She dragged her palms over her protruding nipples, thinking a slow rub would help alleviate her yearning. She couldn’t have been more wrong. Her pussy throbbed harder. A drip slid down her inner thigh just thinking about the amazing things Joe and Francois had done to her and for her. They were kind, gentle, and yes, loving. Everything they did was to make the experience good for her. She wished she could return the favor. Her heart, soul, and body needed the relief so badly, she might

 

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just take the next eligible man to bed. Clearly Francois and Joe weren’t willing, which was such a shame. Francois came into the bathroom and unbuttoned his crisp linen shirt. She stared at his muscled chest as he slipped it off. Oh, God. If he was going to help her, he’d have to get naked, too. Yes! Maybe he’d even teach her how to pleasure him. Then she could use the experience to take Joe to new heights, or Francois for that matter, but with the damn rule, maybe he wouldn’t let her touch him at all. Her fingers flexed, thinking about her hand around his large cock. “Your eyes tell me you want me with you. No second thoughts?” He stepped behind her and pressed his chest against her back. Yes. “No.” He moved back and unzipped his trousers. The contrast between Joe’s cowboy jeans and Francois’s sophisticated attire wasn’t lost on her. She liked that both men were so different. Francois was rougher, more demanding, more sure of himself, whereas Joe was kind and charming. He stepped out of his pants. Oh. My. God. The man was huge. His cock was thick, long, and very erect. Her eyes widened. “I don’t bite.” Maybe not, but since she had hadn’t sex in forever, no way would he fit inside her without a lot of effort. Then how did she think she wanted Joe in her ass? For sure, he wouldn’t fit inside that tiny space. On a positive side, she was pleased he wanted her as much as she did him, except she knew that wasn’t going to happen. Rules were rules. The thick vein along the top of his cock, or maybe it was the bottom, depending on how she looked at it, pulsated as if he was a racecar bouncing up and down at the starting gate, ready to be given the green flag. The tip of the head glistened with pre-cum. One touch, and she bet he might explode.

 

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Her ego swelled. Yes, guilt should have assaulted her for enjoying the view before her. She didn’t consider it a switch in her affections, but rather she wanted to enjoy both men. Was that so wrong? Buck naked, he neared. “Go ahead and touch me.” His command made her wetter. She loved how he liked to be in control. Normally, that was her personality, but with Francois, she was willing to bend for the time being. With a trembling finger, she dragged the tip of her index finger down the length of him and back up again. She let her fingernail scrape across the head. Before she could explore his wet slit on the top, he grabbed her wrist. “Is something wrong?” She hoped she hadn’t hurt him. “No.” He inhaled then exhaled as if he was debating what to say next. “Let’s turn on the shower. Watch out. It gets hot quickly.” His voice sounded scratchy. She dropped the sheet she’d been holding with one hand and stepped into the shower, trying to act as if getting naked was no big deal. That worked until he reached in and ten jets shot hot water at her. “Whoa.” She spun around trying to get away from the liquid assault. “A bit too much?” “A little.” Instantly, all but two of the overhead showerheads cut off, and only one of the jets shooting water upward remained. “That’s better.” Francois stepped in. “From here on out, I control what you do.” He hadn’t before? A bit of trepidation grabbed her. She tried to make light of it. “I’m glad someone is able to.” Her laugh surely came out fake, but he didn’t raise a brow. In fact, he chuckled. The sound only managed to intensify the ache between her thighs. What was wrong with her? She was a good girl. Not anymore. “I’m serious. If you want to learn what your body is capable of, you need to let me decide what to do and when to do it.” “I have no say-so?” Bristly heat rushed to the surface. He’d

 

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stepped over the line. “You always have a say-so.” That was better. Francois stepped behind her, placed his hands on her hips, and nuzzled her neck. Pinpoints of delight shimmied to the tips of her breasts. She liked this, maybe as much as when he’d stroked her tits. Arching her head back, her taut nipples stretched to the max. Intense pleasure pricked the tips. As if he knew where her thoughts were focused, he grabbed her nipples and squeezed. Juice flowed between her thighs. She twisted her upper body to increase the pressure. The pain was divine. “You like that, don’t you? Spread your legs a little.” His large cock nuzzled between her thighs and rubbed against her hard nub. She swallowed. “Mmm. That feels so good.” He seesawed back and forth, the friction driving her crazy. Butterflies licked the inside of her belly. She moved her ass around for more contact. Francois leaned forward and depressed the soap dispenser. A gooey white liquid squirted out that looked like cum. He rubbed his hands together in front of her and dragged his hands down her tits. The breath whooshed from her lungs. The fire in her belly was so strong, her legs almost weakened. “Patience.” She wouldn’t need patience if he’d hurry. Francois ran a finger down to her belly, then slipped his hand between the thighs, his big cock teasing her while he soaped her clit. She writhed under his touch, the pleasure almost too intense. He stroked her sensitive nub between her folds. “I want to clean every single spot on your delectable body.” Taking a step back, he maneuvered her to the bench seat, picked up her right leg, and placed her foot on his chest, totally exposing her to his view. The instinct to drop her leg was strong, but she resisted, wanting him, needing him. Using the detachable showerhead hanging from the wall, he

 

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soaped her leg with one hand while running hot shower water straight into her pussy. The pulses from the massage drove her wild, and she thought she would expire from the carnal need encompassing her. His hands drifted lower until he returned to her heavenly spot. He washed her, his fingers plucking and tweaking every delicate inch of her. Her breaths quickened, but she kept her hands by her side. The temptation to grab his cock and guide him into her stole her breath. Be patient. He wants you, too. Francois quickly dropped the water, letting the spray hit the side wall while he washed her second leg and then repeated his torture over her needy sex. He returned the head to its position and pulled her to her feet. Her wet crease tingled from the rubbing and washing, and her nipples stung from all the caressing. He leaned close. She thought he might kiss her, but instead he dragged a finger down her cheek, then rubbed his thumb over her slightly parted lips. He pried open her mouth, and in a most daring move, she sucked his finger. His eyes widened. “You are a witch. What you do to me.” She leaned closer, the power an aphrodisiac. “Tell me.” “I’d rather show you.” Uh-oh. He grabbed a fluffy towel from the hollow in the wall and dropped it at her feet. “Kneel.” Another command, this one more powerful. She glanced at the tiled floor and dropped down. At eye level sat his huge cock, dripping with water. “Grab me.” Finally! She clamped her hand around his long shaft and licked her lips. With her other hand, she softly palmed his balls. When his legs tensed, she applied more pressure. She would have continued, but the nubby ring around the cock’s head fascinated her. She looked up at him. He smiled and nodded. Using a bit of pressure, she bit down on the head. He sucked in a breath.

 

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“Did I hurt you?” He shook his head, acting as if he was incapable of speaking. Returning her attention back to Francois, she licked the underside of his dick. “Put me in your mouth all the way to the end like you’re fucking me.” She glanced up. His eyes were squeezed shut. She now had the power. Instead of doing as he asked, she stood and wedged his throbbing cock between her thighs and rubbed it hard against her clit. The relief barely satisfied her. His eyes opened. “What are you doing?” She thought it evident. “I wanted to show you what it was like not to get what you want.” A flash of what she thought was fury lit his eyes before he smiled. “So you are a certifiable witch.” He stepped back, reached across her, and turned off the water. “You will pay for your insubordination.” What would he do? She was hotter than when on the bench. How could that be? He stepped from the shower and left her there, dripping wet, all ready. “You’re done?” She followed him out and pressed her water-drenched tits against his chest and wrapped her arms around his neck. He kissed her forehead. “Any more of you and I’ll be dead. I don’t think I can handle being with you anymore. I’ll lose my job.” That was so not fair. “Then how about tomorrow?” As if that would make it any better for him. “I have something better in mind.” He stepped out of her grasp. While she stood there, he dried his body. She tried to reach past him to get her own towel, but he caught her wrist. “At least give me the pleasure of finishing what I started.” Now that’s what she was talking about. He tossed his towel over the shower bar, grabbed a clean one for her, and rubbed down her back. He squatted behind her and dried the back of her legs, making sure to drag the terrycloth towel across her sensitive opening more

 

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times than was needed to dry her off. After flipping her around, he stood, and starting with her arms, he patted her dry except for her breasts. Her nipples dripped liquid and were now chilled. He took the opportunity to fondle her tits first. Each squeeze, each pluck drove her closer over the edge. She grabbed his cock and rubbed up and down fast and hard. Then she stopped. “All’s fair in love and war, right?” “You little bitch.” She might have thought he was angry except for the wink. He finished drying her stomach then returned his attention to between her legs, not with the towel but rather with three of his fingers. He did a quick exploration then got out. “My one last hurrah. Now get dressed. I’m taking you out on the town.” **** The party was in full swing by the time they got there. Apparently, he had a friend who owned a vineyard at the base of the mountain. Every Friday night, this friend held a wine-tasting party. A tall, thin woman with short black hair and a pointed nose ran up to him. “It’s been too long, darling.” They kissed each other on both cheeks. Francois wrapped an arm around Jillian’s waist. “This is George’s lovely wife, Dana. She is a true connoisseur of all things good.” His friend grinned. “You must have Jillian taste our newest brut. It’s deliciously dry and so full-bodied. And the chocolate fondue is to die for.” The lovely host led them to a bar lined with glasses filled with an inch of wine. “Go ahead and try some. We have sparkling wines, dessert wines, port, and everything in between.” Dana smiled and turned to answer a question by another guest.

 

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“This is amazing.” Jillian giggled, not knowing where to start. She picked up a red wine. “Do you know what kind this is?” “No, but I can find out.” He looked around and waved. “Hey, Doug?” Doug came over and slapped him on the back. “So who is this fine lady?” Francois introduced her. “You’re holding a wonderfully aged merlot, 1996. Try it.” She sipped the wine. “Oh, my, that is rich.” Both men grinned. “Be sure to take Jillian by the table. Dana outdid herself. The Brie is fabulous. My favorite is the Roquefort cheese. Divine.” Someone called to him, and he went to help. She looked up at Francois. “Do you come here every week?” He laughed. “I wish. No, this is a treat for me, too. I have to admit that I am a bit of a snob, but then Frenchmen are by nature, I guess. I love fast cars, a good play, and am almost embarrassed to say, I love the symphony.” She couldn’t believe it. “So do I.” How wonderful to learn about him as a man, and not just as someone who understood her needs better than she did. His eyes widened a bit, as if she’d surprised him. More of his friends came over and introduced themselves. They all seemed to really enjoy one another. She kept going back to the table of goodies, loving the different kinds of crackers and breads with the exotic cheeses. Francois wrapped an arm around her waist. “It’s getting a little hot in here. How about we take a walk outside?” “I’d love that.” She hadn’t been this relaxed since this morning. Had she really only arrived but a short time ago? So much had happened. The wonderful day with Joe, followed by the erotic experience on the table. The shower might have topped that event. Then there was this

 

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party. Francois had proved to be quite an interesting man. He always made sure she was involved in the conversation and that she had plenty to eat and drink. Clearly he loved to share his passion for life. He held open the door for her. The May night was cool and she shivered. Francois tugged her closer. “If you’re cold, we can go.” She smiled up at him. “I’d like to stay a bit.” He motioned they sit on a stone seat overlooking a large field. “Look up at the stars and tell me what you see.” She’d not met a man like him before. Yes, she’d had her share of sophisticated men, or at least men who thought they were sophisticated, but Francois was different. What did she see besides a mass of stars? “A world I wish I could explore.” He kissed the top of her head. “I think you are on your way.” Maybe she was. They talked about Paris and his favorite painters. While she’d traveled a lot, Francois had been to more places. He told stories of rich lands, like Morocco and India. He took her hand and stood. “I’m sure there is a lot planned for you tomorrow. I don’t want to steal all of your time. You need your sleep.” She didn’t want to leave, but it was past midnight. “You’re right.” After he parked at the side of the resort, he walked her to her room. She debated asking him in, but before she could, he leaned over, kissed her on both cheeks. “Bonsoir, mademoiselle.” He turned and walked away, and she was surprised he hadn’t asked to come in. A melancholy descended over an evening that ended too soon. She went inside, washed her face, and brushed her teeth. After putting on her nightgown, she crawled into bed. Too bad she couldn’t sleep. If her erotic dreams didn’t keep her awake, her double-timing body did. Every time she rolled over, her nipples rebelled, despite the softness of the sheets. She couldn’t stop

 

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thinking of the fun she had swimming with Joe or the exciting time with Francois, exploring the different wines together and meeting his eclectic friends. She finally gave up on sleep and decided to go for a morning swim—a very early morning swim. The water would be cold, but the temperature might calm her out-of-control libido. Damn. She didn’t have a suit and the spa store wouldn’t be open for another three hours. Given it wasn’t yet light, perhaps she could get in and out without anyone noticing her. While she hadn’t spent a lot of time wandering the spa, the only people she’d seen had been workers. How could the place stay afloat with no customers? She shook her head, tossed on her terrycloth robe and slippers, and headed out. The air was a little nippy, but it invigorated her. Good thing the spa featured uplighting that illuminated the trees or she might not have found her way to the pool. She pulled open the gate and stepped onto the cool deck. Except for the motor whirring away, the place was quiet. Yellow lights lit the watery bottom, showing a dolphin-like creature designed into the tiles. Sunrise wasn’t for another thirty minutes, but scant light from the pool reflected off the lounge chairs. There were rooms bordering one side, but no lights shone inside. She dropped her robe and had one foot in the water when a tall, beefy-looking guy rounded the corner. Before she had a chance to put her robe back on, he yelled at her. “Hey, the pool’s closed. Didn’t you read the sign?” Jerk. She jogged back to the chair and threw on her bathrobe. He stood on one end, she on the other. She strode over to him. “I’m really sorry. I didn’t see the sign, nor did I think anyone would be here before six in the morning.” She tried to act contrite. “Yeah, well, I couldn’t sleep.” That made two of them. The side lighting under the trees lit his half-naked body. My God, he was gorgeous with his blond hair the

 

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color of the sun, rippled abs, and huge biceps. Barefoot, he wore board shorts. Yummy and seductive were two words that came to mind. She placed a palm on his chest. “I promise I won’t stay long if you let me swim.” She dropped the hand holding her robe closed. What are you doing? She wasn’t a slut, but she sure acted like one. None of the men she’d ever been with had done things to her like Joe and Francois had. They’d opened up a whole new world she wanted to explore. What better place than here to continue her education? She’d be gone in a few days anyway and would return to her staid life with no real men in sight. A wave of depression hit her. She needed some kind of relief soon. Besides, no one would ever know what she did here. His eyes widened. “Where’s your suit?” Heat should have flooded her face, only it hadn’t. “I don’t have one. Is that a problem?” She raised her chin and stepped closer. Sometimes aggression got her what she wanted. She’d just never used it in the sexual arena before, until she’d met Francois. But then again, she’d never had such needs before. She slipped off her robe, daring him to do something. A foreign entity surely had possessed her. “I guess not. Are you a guest here?” It was too dark to see if lust made his eyes change color. “Not exactly.” She didn’t want to mention the Masters name since she’d decided her father must have rented out the whole damn place. The hunk would be like the other money-greedy guys if he ever found out. “Then you can’t be here.” She stuck out her breasts in what she hoped was a provocative stance. “You going to boot me out?” The edge she managed to give to her tone gave her a boost of confidence. He hesitated. “No, but I’ll be watching you.” Before she lost her courage, she turned and dropped into the pool. Every nerve ending responded to the cold, but she concentrated on her strokes. She swam the crawl to the end, tucked and rolled off the far

 

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wall, and backstroked toward the hot pool guy. Guilt pricked her. Should she be seducing a stranger? The situation wouldn’t have come up had Joe and Francois satisfied her urges. She’d become obsessed with sex and nothing was going to stop her from getting what she so desperately sought. Surely, a pool man wouldn’t have a ridiculous restriction about silly old penetration, would he? As she swam closer to him, she arched her back, trying to present as appealing a package as possible. When she reached the steps, she turned over and walked up the pool stairs. Her mystery man was still standing there, his gaze latched on to her tits. Make that her very hard, dripping-with-water tits. Then he looked down at her denuded pussy. She widened her stance to give him a better view despite the light being way too dim for him to see all that much. His silence unnerved her. “Uh-oh. I forgot a towel. Do you have an extra one? I don’t want to get my robe wet.” The early-morning air sent goose bumps over her body. She dragged a finger over her nipples and flipped off the liquid. Would the intensely hot man come to her aid? “I’ll find one.” His voice came out gruff. Whether it was from excitement or anger, she couldn’t tell, but the fact he offered no smile and had no apparent bulge in his baggy shorts gave her a clue he wasn’t happy she’d invaded his space. This one would be a difficult conquest. Oh, God. Was he gay? Before she could decide, he returned with a very tiny hand towel. “Sorry, it was the only one I could find.” “It’ll do.” She slowly rubbed her breasts dry before dragging the cloth between her legs. Her clit seemed to come alive from her touch. Now he followed her every movement. He was definitely not gay. She turned around and placed the towel over her shoulder. “Can you dry my back?” At first he was gentle when he was at her upper back, but as he moved lower, he applied more pressure. When his hand reached her rear, he handed the towel back to her. Damn.

 

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“Here. You can finish the rest.” What was wrong with him? She rubbed down her butt and legs, then handed him the damp cloth. “Thanks.” He dropped the towel on the chair behind him as he kept his focus on her. She wanted to ask if he was willing to satisfy an itch she had, but her courage had disappeared. When he didn’t make the slightest move to touch or kiss her, she picked up her robe and walked as slowly as she could back to the other side of the pool. She’d come here to cool down but ended up getting more turned on. She was hopeless. “My name’s Rod,” the man called out as she reached the gate entrance. “What’s yours?” Finally, he made contact. She faced him, her robe dragging on the ground. “J—Ann.” If Joe or Francois found out she’d practically offered herself to another stranger, they’d be furious. A small thrill attacked her belly at the lie. She always told the truth and never played any sex games. That is until now. Rod walked toward her. “Say, listen. I know we just met, but I’ve been invited to a party tonight at a friend’s house. You wanna come with me? I know they’d all like you a lot.” What did that mean? Certainly, he wasn’t talking about an orgy. Or was he? Her body clenched in delight and her nipples tingled. Hell, if Rod wasn’t willing to ease her pain, maybe one of the other men would take what she was offering. If her dad found out, he’d be…what? Happy, most likely. “Sure. What time?” “Nine tonight.” She shrugged, hoping he’d think her carefree attitude meant she did this sort of thing all the time. “How about I meet you here?” “Works for me.” He spun on his heels and disappeared into the resort. Well, that bites. He didn’t even stay to ogle her, or even try to kiss

 

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her, touch her tits, or drag a finger across her clit. What was wrong with the men of today? At least she’d have something to look forward to tonight. **** Joe had called Rod around two in the afternoon to say the three of them needed to meet. “When and where?” “How about my room? In two hours? Just make sure no one sees you come in.” Right on time, Rod knocked and entered. Frank was drinking a beer and Joe was pacing. He cast his gaze between the two of them. “What’s wrong?” “It’s Jillian.” Joe told Rod about the trip to the mountains and how he’d soothed her aches on the moveable table, but that he’d gotten so turned on, he had to leave. “You’re shitting me. I thought she was a real lightweight, cold as a winter’s eve.” His older brother shrugged. “I guess the dad has no idea his daughter was a sex kitten in a white lab coat.” Rod turned to Frank. “What about you? She turn you upside down, too?” “She’s a cock tease, all right. Started to give me a blowjob, then stopped. Said she wanted me to suffer as much as she had. But then I took her to George’s Friday night wine tasting, and we had an amazing time. She was fun and fit right in with my crowd.” “Wasn’t your cover blown?” Frank shook his head. “When she was getting dressed, I called George. He let everyone know. They thought it was funny and went along with it.” He was sorry he’d missed out on the fun. “So why didn’t you two

 

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do her? I know you both like a threesome.” Joe stopped pacing. “We’re brothers. We stick together. I thought you’d want a chance at her first.” Rod shook his head. “I’ve been thinking. Being dishonest goes against my grain. Suppose she and I connect and I pork her, and even if it’s amazing, when she finds out about us, she’s going to be royally pissed.” Joe shot a glance at Frank. “We know. We’ve been thinking of pulling out early.” Rod straightened. “What are you going to tell her old man?” “Nothing.” “So what happens when he asks Jillian who she wants as CEO?” Frank got off the chair and came over. “If she hasn’t met you, I think it’ll be a moot point since there are only two of us.” Joe spoke up. “We need to give our little brother his fair shake. Once we get back to Tucson, let’s give him two weeks to convince her he’s worthy of running the show.” He faced Rod. “But no intercourse or the bet’s off.” That would be easy. Maybe. He’d love to meet her, but not under these circumstances. Plus, he had a date with another hot chick. After hours of pondering the mystery woman’s motives, he realized she wasn’t his type. Ann was too aggressive for his tastes, but the thought of taming her made his cock twitch. Submissives were his game and his brothers knew it. He’d tried to tame his dominant nature, but those relationships never worked. “You’re on.” **** Jillian had gone to the spa’s shop for something sexy to wear for the party tonight, but nothing compared to the little black dress her father had provided, so she came back to her room empty-handed. How two days could rock her world, she’d never know. She twirled in

 

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front of the mirror and whistled. She looked hot, if she did say so herself. The Catalina Spa’s makeover artist had done an amazing job to bring out her hazel eyes, and the hairdresser had miraculously managed to tame her long hair. Her nipples protruded rather prominently in the thin, stretchy dress, and if she bent over, she’d treat everyone to her ass. She spun in front of the mirror, hardly recognizing herself. It must be the fourinch, spiked heels. She debated going without panties to give him better access, but decided against that, despite not being able to get the idea of Joe’s cock being in her bottom out of her mind. She didn’t know Rod, nor did she know what kind of kinky friends he might have, so she decided to be cautious. They might not be real gentlemen, like Joe and Francois. That thought sent shivers up her spine, and they weren’t the kind to excite her. As an additional precaution, she’d inquired about Rod at the desk, but they said he was a new hire. At nine, she made her way to the pool. Thinking about tonight gave her a whole new outlook about how she’d lived her life and where she wanted to be in a few years. Before she could make any life-altering decisions, she’d arrived. Rod wasn’t there. Had she gone to all this trouble for nothing? Then, as if he materialized out of thin air behind her, he placed a kiss on her neck. She jumped and turned around. His warm lips sent multiple electric shock waves down her spine and collided with the pulses of anticipation racing up. “Hi.” Despite the dim light, he looked good enough to eat, dressed in ripped jeans and a Jimmy Buffet T-shirt, his blond hair tousled over his forehead. His unshaven stubble looked sexy on the sharp planes of his handsome face. “You look nice,” he said. “Actually, you look more than nice. You look fucking amazing.” Heat raced up her cheeks at the overt compliment. She ran her

 

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hands down her dress. “I forgot to ask what to wear. I think I’m a little overdressed. I can change.” Rod stepped closer. He leaned over and kissed her thoroughly on the lips, his breath smelling lightly of hops. “I think you look beautiful just the way you are.” From his halflidded eyes, he was sincere. That was so sweet. She smiled. He grabbed her hand and said nothing more as he led her through the lobby and out to the parking lot. She expected him to drive a beatup Chevy truck, not a new, bright red Mustang. “This yours?” “Yeah.” He held open the passenger door and she slid in. She didn’t dare ask how a pool guy could afford such a nice ride, as it wasn’t any of her business. The ride to the outskirts of Tucson took close to forty minutes. He pulled into a long drive leading to a mansion, almost the size of Dad’s place. “Very nice.” He quickly swung into a parking space and clipped the side view mirror on the Mercedes. “Shit.” He slammed his hand on the wheel. “I can’t believe I did that.” He reached over to the glove compartment and pulled out a piece of paper and a pen. He jotted down some information and folded the paper. “Come on.” She expected him to walk away. Instead, he put the note under the windshield. Wow. Her car had been dinged a number of times and no one ever owned up to it. With his hand firmly on her back, as if he wanted to possess her, Rod escorted her inside, his mood a little black. Rock music blared from out back. The large foyer had marble floors, fifteen-foot ceilings, and modern furniture. This lawyer friend was doing quite well for himself, too. They passed through large glass doors to the pool area out back.

 

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About fifty people milled about, mostly her age, all beautiful. They approached the outdoor bar manned by a young guy in a starched white shirt and black bowtie. Rod leaned over. “What’s your pleasure?” “Whatever you’re having.” His smile came out wide. “Two vodka tonics on the rocks,” he said to the bartender. Oh, God. If she weren’t careful, she’d pass out after two drinks. After the bartender gave him the drinks, he dropped a ten-spot in the near-empty tip jar. Who was this man? First, he owns up to hitting another car and now generously tips a bartender. The pool business must be better than she thought. With a tumbler in her hand, Rod led her to the far side of the pool and introduced her to several friends. Each man gave her the onceover, giving her hope she might be able to leave with one interested guy, but as soon as one of his friends tried to steer her away, Rod stiffened and possessively took her hand. The man backed off. Off in the corner, a man was fondling a woman’s breasts. “I’ve never seen such public display.” He smiled, his good mood restored “That turn you on?” “No. That’s what bedrooms are for.” She glanced to the far side of the deck and noticed colorful trinkets piled on a table. “What are all those?” “You ever been to a Tupperware party or a jewelry party?” “Once or twice.” “That’s what this is, except it’s a sex toy party.” He nodded to a muscular man wearing a tight, stretchy T-shirt. “That’s George. He’s a salesman for Sex Toys for U.” Being hot, she bet George sold a lot. “And people get a chance to try them out before they buy them?” He nodded. “Yup.” He held up a hand. “Don’t worry. They only get used once.”

 

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That was a good thing. He placed a hand on her rear end and gave her one slow, smooth squeeze as if he had every right to take what she’d offered earlier this morning. She took a drink to counteract the fluttering in her tummy. “Have you ever tried to get yourself off?” he asked, as casual as could be. Heat rushed up her face. “I, ah, no.” “Why not?” “It’s not natural.” Despite wanting to have sex tonight, she wasn’t comfortable talking about her fantasies. He picked up what looked like a computer mouse. Attached to the gray oval box were two cords. Each had smooth metal alligator clips on the end. “You know what this is?” “I have no idea.” “I’ve never used it myself, but these here are shock therapy nipple clamps.” The idea of something mechanical stimulating her nipples whenever she needed release intrigued her. “How does it work?” “Words can’t do this puppy justice. Would you like to try it out? In private?”

 

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Chapter 6 Jillian wasn’t sure if going upstairs to a stranger’s bedroom with Rod was a good idea, but if he wasn’t on the up-and-up and she yelled, there were plenty of people around to hear her call for help. “You’re sure the host doesn’t mind us using his room?” “No. It’s not like we’re going to have sex in his bed or anything.” He took her hand, pulled open the door, and brought her inside. “I thought you’d like the privacy.” “I do.” Wouldn’t Dad be pleased if she could come back with her own review of the nipple pleaser? Her only worry was Rod watching her while a machine vibrated her nipples, and maybe hear her moan and groan in delight, but then, he’d already seen her naked at the pool, so maybe it wasn’t such a big deal to him. He flicked on the bedroom light. The neat room had a large bed with a sofa in the corner. Standing in front of her, he leaned close to her. “I need you naked.” His warm breath on her neck raised her temperature by at least a degree. He unhooked the halter dress, causing the thick straps to fall to her waist. His eyes widened. “You are so sweet.” He fondled her breasts and groaned. Taking her hand, he led her over to the bed. “You’ll be more comfortable here.” A shiver of delight crossed her sensitive peaks. If he saw her aroused, he just might be convinced to lie next to her. “Here. Clamp these on your tits, unless you want me to do it.”

 

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He didn’t have the most romantic demeanor, but she was desperate to try out the device. “No, let me.” There was only so much control she was willing to give up. She rubbed her tits to get them ready for the experiment while she watched Rod’s lips go from pressed to a full smile. Each brush across the tips sent curls of heat radiating out from the center, causing her pussy to contract time and time again. The pulsations from her fingers nearly drove her wild with need as she got them ready for what was sure to be an incredible experience. His eyes stayed glued on her breasts as she adjusted the clip on her nipples. He shifted his weight as if his erection was seeking freedom. Initially, pain registered, pinching right where the metal met the tit. The tremors slowed and turned to pleasure. “Okay. I’m ready.” She sucked in a big breath and held out her hand for the device. “I’ll control the level.” She didn’t hesitate. “No.” He ran a tender finger along the side of her breast, causing tingles to shoot down to her already-excited body. “Ah, but it will be more stimulating if you aren’t in control.” He placed one knee on the bed, and then straddled her. “You can trust me, sweetheart.” She remembered what her father had said to her. For her sexual growth, she reluctantly agreed, but she needed another drink if she were to get through this. Somehow, she’d managed to finish off her vodka tonic in a few gulps. She waved her glass. He winked. “I’ll be right back, but don’t turn this on without me. I can’t wait to see your reaction.” Rod jogged out the door. She glanced down at the attached wires. If he turned up the power too much, the erotic sensation might turn to pain. Surely he’d stop if she asked. The door reopened moments later, and Rod handed her a fresh glass.

 

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Even though she was salivating over what was to come, she needed the fortification. “Thanks.” She tapped her fingers on the glass and drank a large gulp. Fire raced down her throat and out the tips of her distended buds. “You have the most magnificent boobs I’ve ever seen.” He wet his lips. His eagerness made her want to do this more than anything. “I think I’m ready.” “I can’t wait to do this for you.” The last time she agreed to give up control, she’d been prodded and teased to a point where the desire for release drove her to be here. How much worse could it get? Somehow she’d find a way to have the real thing tonight. She scooted her bottom toward the head of the bed, propped her elbows on the large pillows, and stretched out her legs. The throbbing between her thighs increased. “Close your eyes. It’ll intensify the sensation.” The words were spoken softly but with authority. Unsure about Rod’s temper, she didn’t dare disobey and squeezed her eyes shut. “That’s a good girl. Tell me if this is too much. I want this to be good for you.” The bed tilted to the side. He gently pulled her legs apart. Her muscles tensed, but she didn’t draw them together. She wanted his hands to touch her intimately, to stroke her, satisfy her, but when his hands didn’t touch her, she silently cursed. What was it going to take for him to have sex with her? “This is level one.” The metal clamps jumped when he turned on the juice and bit down hard on her tits. The jolt nearly took her breath away. She twisted ever so slightly to the side, and the movement drove her wild. Her panties were wet already and he hadn’t even turned the device to medium.

 

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“Ann, I’m going to flip the power to the next setting. Stop me if you want. Moan, yell, squeeze. Let go. Touch yourself. It’s all about what turns you on. I get as much joy out of watching you as you get from the stimulation. Ready for more power?” She nodded, unable to get the words out. The new burst sent the clips vibrating so hard, her stomach tightened and her hands fisted. The series of pulses energized her whole body. When she drew her knees up, he didn’t stop her. “Now for level three out of five. You want another drink?” “No, I’m good.” Her voice cracked. The power went up another notch, and she jumped. The clamps bit into her skin. Like riding a bull, she held on, the pain sending shock waves to her clit. Sweat beaded on her forehead. She bucked on the bed. “Last level, sweetheart.” There was more? She wasn’t sure she could take it. The waves of movement intensified, nearly ripping her flesh. She wanted to tell him to stop, should tell him to stop, but her whole body thrummed with power. Juices flowed. Her tits were ready to explode. He slipped aside her panties and dipped his fingers into her gushing opening. The double sensation drove her nearer the brink. Then as suddenly as it started, the power stopped and his fingers disappeared. She wasn’t sure she wanted the ride to be over. “I think you’ve had enough.” He unclamped the clips. “You can open your eyes.” He was smiling. “I loved watching you, especially enjoying how your hips moved up and down as though you’d gone through a hundred climaxes in one minute.” Is that what that was? She’d climaxed? Amazing. He reached out and squeezed her nipple. She nearly yelped at the pain. Rod stood. “I have just the thing to help you.” Help her? Did he have another toy? She couldn’t handle any more shocks. She closed her eyes again, trying to assimilate what had

 

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happened. The shock therapy amazed her, but the experience left her wetter, more needy than before. This torture had to stop soon. Rod placed a hip on the bed and held up a bottle of sanitizer. “We don’t know where these clips have been.” He said no one had used the device. Before she could question him, he squirted a handful of gel in his palm and grazed her nipple. Burning pulses raced down her body. She sucked in a breath. “Stings.” He seemed to like the idea he’d intensified her experience and rubbed more onto the other breast. He alternated back and forth a few times until she was nearly faint. Rod stood, pulled her to her feet, and walked her over to the sofa’s edge. “I have just the thing for you.” He placed her at one end of the sofa and nuzzled her neck. “Do you trust me?” What kind of question was that? She hardly knew him. “I’m not sure.” “You wound me, my love. Didn’t you enjoy that experience?” “You know I did.” “Then let me continue to make you happy.” He meant more torture and teasing. She wasn’t sure if she could last much longer. He pulled on her nipples and she yelped. He whipped her around and licked the achy crests, one at a time, sucking on them hard. She pressed her chest upward and grabbed his massive shoulders. “Was I too rough? I never want to hurt you.” His tongue soothed the ache. “No, it felt good.” “You’re so sweet.” He cupped her face and kissed her, gentle at first, then became more demanding. He slipped his tongue into her mouth, and her legs weakened. He pressed his hand between her legs, and her body exploded. She needed him inside her, pounding, throbbing, and conquering. When he leaned into her, his erection pressed against her. God, she wanted

 

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him. Now. Jillian grabbed his cock and Rod leaned back. “Uh-uh.” He removed her hand. “For now, only I get to touch you. I’m in total control of what happens to you, and when it happens. I want you to be my little submissive.” Little submissive? That would be the day. He sounded like Francois, only Rod didn’t have the teasing in his tone. Rod wanted her. She knew that. But she also knew if she told him to stop, he would. She’d play his game, for a little while longer. “Okay.” “That’s a good girl. Lean over with your cute little fanny facing me and spread your legs wide.” Would she finally get her wish, or was this another attempt to frustrate her? Her dress hung on her hips. With care, he slowly lifted it over her head and tossed the light material onto the sofa. Even through her damp panties, cool air pebbled her aching pussy. Her stomach contracted at the change in temperature. He rubbed her belly in slow, even strokes, then slipped a hand over her bare mound. Her breaths came out faster. “I see you’ve been a bad girl.” Because she’d dare to wax her pussy? Or because her juices were flowing. “Me?” “Yes. I never thought someone so sweet would be so brave, so bold. When I saw you naked at the pool, I almost came in my pants.” He nudged her ass with his covered cock. “You looked like a virgin.” He cupped her naked sex then dragged his fingers down her slit. She almost was one, since she hadn’t had sex in a long time. The absence never bothered her until now. “I guess you’ll have to learn more about me and get to know what I really want.” Like your hard cock in my pussy. “I can learn a lot when I punish you.” He leaned into her hair and inhaled. “You smell so good.” He tweaked her tits again, and she pressed farther into his hand. “You want to be punished, don’t you? Maybe you’d like the electric shock on your hard little nub.” He

 

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touched her clit. The thought nearly made her faint. How exciting would that be? “Maybe.” “Later, sweetheart. Later.” Rod stepped away, and the lack of pressure tore at her. A loud smack landed on her ass, sending spears of pain straight to her greedy sex. “Ow.” “Don’t worry, my sweet. Soon you’ll learn to love this.” He slapped her again, and sure enough, heat followed, then excitement. He spanked her other cheek. As his thick thumb thrummed across her clit, she nearly yelled from the arousal coursing through her. He spanked her again and again, the pulsations spurring on her desire. Warmth spread straight to her vibrating pussy. He slapped her three more times on each cheek before rubbing her ache. His actions caused her to juice up more. She wanted to reach behind her and touch him but knew better than to test his patience. Anticipation caused her pulse to increase. Rod dragged her panties down her legs, and she stepped out of them. With his foot, he slid her legs wider apart. “Don’t move,” he commanded. He must have dropped to his knees, because the next moment he was licking her with his long tongue. She nearly climaxed on the spot. “Oh, oh. That feels so good.” His speed increased and spasms washed over her. Then he sucked on her clit and flicked it right and left, pinching, pulling, and teasing her. Her aroma reached her. She wanted to tell him to stop, to give her what she really wanted. Only his big, hard cock would satisfy her now. Contraction after contraction drove her mad. He slipped his thumb into her drenched opening. “You are so needy, so wet, so sweet.” “Take me. Now. Please.” He stood. The raspy sound of his zipper thrilled her. She had to

 

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have him in her or she would break. Two shoes dropped to the floor. A second later, his large cock touched her opening. “Please what?” “Please enter me. I can’t wait much longer.” With the tip rubbing her clit, he leaned over her back and grabbed her tits. He kneaded them then pressed on her nipples over and over. The shock nearly sent her toppling. “Are you begging me to fuck you?” “Yes. Please. Fuck me.” She’d waited so long for this. “Your wanton response is such a turn-on,” he whispered in her hair. As if someone had pushed the launch button, Rod rammed his cock straight into her eager channel. The relief defied description. He pounded her wet walls over and over. She couldn’t get enough. “More. Faster.” He twisted both nipples, pinching them tight. Blood exploded in her temples and her breaths came out fast. “Yes. Yes.” “I can’t get enough of you.” Rod too seemed to have lost control. He grabbed her waist and pumped into her, hard and fast, his balls slapping her butt. With each plunge, he seemed to get bigger, stretching her to the max. He slowed for a minute, as if he wanted her to enjoy every inch of him. His fingers pressed the tips of her breasts tighter. Picking up the speed, she pumped her hips to the rhythm, and waves of joy clenched her insides, taking her higher. The built-up tension surrounding her broke. “Oh, my God.” She’d climaxed! Thank God. He groaned and a strong surge of hot cum shot into her. Her pussy clamped down on his cock like alligator clips. Rod dropped his head onto her back and massaged her breasts and stomach. After a full minute, he withdrew and emptiness grabbed her. She wasn’t satisfied with one time. She turned around, the cum dripping down her inner thigh. “I’m ready for you again.” He laughed. “I think I’ve met my match.”

 

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Chapter 7 Rod stretched out on the lounge and tried to enjoy the sunny day but failed since he’d forgotten to ask for Ann’s last name after he’d dropped her off at the front of the spa last night, or rather early this morning. Apparently, she’d arranged to stay with a friend who was there but wouldn’t let him walk her to her room. He found that very strange, especially with what they’d enjoyed together. He hoped she’d find him today. Christ, his cock grew thick just thinking about her. “Hey, Rod.” Darn. It was only Joe. He adjusted his dick. “What’s up?” “Frank and I are going split and let you do your magic on Jillian.” Jillian. Christ, he’d forgotten about her. Ann had robbed him of his memory. “I got no desire to mess with her.” “Have you even met her?” He shook his head. “I’ll take my chances when we get back to town.” He got up from the chaise. “If you’re going, I’m right behind ya.” He’d leave a message at the front desk, should Ann ask for him. Maybe she’d be interested in hooking up with him in Tucson. Shit. He never even asked where she lived. Her hot body had erased his ability to think. Joe clamped a hand on his shoulder. “Sorry it didn’t work out for you.” If he only knew. **** One week later

 

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Jillian leaned over the lab table and absently stirred the test tube, her mind on anything but science. “I thought you said you had a great time.” Clarissa set her mixture aside. “Why are you still moping?” “I totally enjoyed myself, but I’ll never see any of them again. They opened up a whole new world to me and now it’s gone.” “You could call them.” “I tried. The spa said they had no record of a Joe or a Francois working there.” “Maybe those guys used fake names to protect the innocent and such.” “I thought of that, so I described what they looked like. Nothing.” She poured the liquid into a second test tube. “I even went online to read about their spa, and there was no mention of any sexual fantasy package.” “Maybe it’s not something they want to advertise.” Clarissa weighed her Pyrex beaker. “So what about the hot pool guy?” She shrugged. “I waited by the pool all afternoon, but he didn’t show. Some heavyset, pockmark-faced man showed up and said he took care of the pool. When I asked him about Rod, he said he never heard of the guy.” “Sounds like you were in a different dimension.” “Amen to that.” Clarissa looked around the lab and nodded to the tall, muscular man who was close to forty. “There’s always Stanley.” She scrunched up her face. “He’s married.” Clarissa shrugged. “What about Tommy?” Jillian rolled her eyes. “He’s like twenty-one. Besides, I think he’s gay. Even if he isn’t, I don’t like to tower over my dates.” All three of her wonder men had been well over six feet. “Well, you can’t mope forever.” “I know, but I thought Joe or Francois would have done a search

 

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for my name and called me or something. I was registered, you know. Too bad I gave the pool guy the wrong name.” Clarissa slapped the table. “Derek.” “Your cousin?” “Yes. You want me to call him?” “Not right now. I need to wallow for a bit longer.” Her heart had already splintered into enough pieces. She still couldn’t believe how hard she’d fallen for all three men. Morally, she knew it was wrong, but she couldn’t help how she felt. Her cell buzzed. “Damn, it’s Dad.” She picked up the phone and absently rubbed her breasts. The tenderness had subsided, but her need for a hard cock hadn’t. “Hey.” “Can you come to my office?” “I don’t need another vacation.” “I know, but I do.” He disconnected. Her father needed to improve his phone skills. She hung her lab coat on the hook by the door and rubbed the bridge of her nose where the safety glasses had created an indentation. At least she didn’t have any stains on her shirt this morning like the last time she’d been summoned to his office. Instead of taking the stairs, she grabbed the elevator. Her heavy heart didn’t need the exertion. She waved to Dad’s secretary as she strolled past. Not bothering to knock, she went in. She nearly fainted. Only her exploding nerve endings kept her upright. Dressed in snug-fitting business suits, Rod, Joe, and Francois sat next to each other in the blue chairs. They all stood at once. Joe and Francois shifted their weight and didn’t make eye contact. Rod’s mouth sat open and his eyes widened. He took a step toward her. “Ann, what are you doing here?” Her heart hammered so hard, she was surprised she could hear his words. “Ann?” Joe and Francois said in unison. “This is Jillian Masters.”

 

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Rod’s jaw pinched tight. “You told me your name was Ann.” His gaze bored right through her. “I lied, like a few others in this room.” She slapped both hands on her hips. Her dad stepped from behind his desk. “Now, Jillie. This is all my fault.” She spun toward him. “Your fault? What did you have to do with this mess?” “I hired them, more or less, to seduce you.” Her knees weakened, and her fragile heart finally tore. Blood pounded in her head, and bile rose up from her stomach. “You hired them?” Her dad was sicker than she thought. She couldn’t look at any of them. Tears welled in her eyes. She spun around and ran out, slamming the door behind her. Her dad’s secretary called to her, but she wasn’t ready to talk to anyone. This time she took the stairs down to the lab and dashed into the small locker room where they changed into their lab gear each day. Once in the bathroom, her breakfast came up until nothing was left in her stomach. How could they have seduced her so well? Right. They were male prostitutes. She never suspected that being with her was merely a job. So why were they in Dad’s office now? To collect their payment, she bet. The fact Dad flaunted her most humiliating experience in her face was over the top even for him. She splashed water on her eyes and mouth and reentered the locker area where she grabbed her purse. She’d text Clarissa when she got home, saying she was suddenly ill, which wouldn’t be a lie. Violated didn’t come close to how she felt. She bet they were all sharing a scotch with Dad, laughing about her, discussing how she’d let them touch her so intimately and how she let Rod use sex toys on her. Dear God, the men were depraved. Had her father gone to all this trouble so that she’d be better at deciding which dildo would sell the best?

 

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Sick. Sick. Sick. All the way home she sobbed, barely able to see the road through the shield of salty tears. She’d been humiliated as a young teen but nothing compared to this. The only one who hadn’t followed her father’s wishes was Rod. Or so she thought. Reason intruded. What if he only pretended not to recognize her? The horror was too much to contemplate right now. As for Joe, it made sense that he knew everything about her. Dad had told him her secrets as well as her size. She pulled in front of her garage and cut the engine. With her head dropped on the wheel, she let out all her disappointment. How could she ever face anyone at the lab again? After this, she wouldn’t be surprised if Dad decided to put out a memo stating, The education of Jillian is almost complete. Stay tuned to learn how she deals with her horniness. Watch out for the sex-crazed female in the lab. Dear God, she wanted to disappear. Too bad she loved her job so much or she would have quit. The heat nearly choked her as she stepped from the car and practically staggered into the house. Though it was barely noon, she poured a glass of wine. This latest offense by her dad called for drastic measures. Her cabinet was stocked for guests only. Bastard. Who did he think he was, trying to interfere in her life? She sat there, staring off into space, and drank. When she stood to go to the bathroom, the room spun. This was not good. She needed a long, hot shower and some sleep. The doorbell rang, but she ignored it. The postal man would leave a package by the side of the door. A loud knock followed. Good Lord. Couldn’t a girl get drunk in peace? From the front window, she spotted a red Mustang in the drive. Rod. Shit. She didn’t need to see him, but she wanted to know more about the other two men’s role in her seduction. She opened the door and walked back into the living room. He followed. She picked up her glass and gulped half the contents. “What do

 

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you want?” She spun to face him and her stupid panties got wet. Traitor body. “I came to apologize, even though I’m not guilty.” “Apology not accepted.” He stabbed a hand through his thick hair. “I had no idea who you were. I swear.” “If you’re so honest, why did you pretend to be the pool guy?” “I never said I worked there. You assumed it.” She searched her brain for proof. “You told me the pool was closed.” “Yeah, so I could swim in peace. I knew what Joe and Frank were doing and decided not to take part. I didn’t approve of the whole charade, but since it meant so much to them, I hung around for support.” “Oh.” Maybe she had been wrong. “You called them Joe and Frank.” “I hate to break your bubble, but Francois is Frank. He’s my older brother.” “No way.” His accent seemed real. Plus, they didn’t look all that much alike. “And Joe?” “He’s the oldest brother.” “And is your name really Rod?” Her vision blurred, and her words probably did too. “Yes.” “Wonderful. I’ve been made a fool of by the whole fricking family. I’m going to take a shower and a nap. Help yourself to whatever you want. You’ve already taken my heart and my pride.” He stepped toward her. “I’m so sorry. I truly had no idea you were Jillian Masters. What do you want me to do? Get on my knees and beg your forgiveness?” She tried to focus on his beautiful face, but her eyes kept closing. Her legs weakened, and she dropped to the floor on her butt, legs spread wide. Rod was by her side in a flash.

 

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“Ann, are you okay?” “Kind of, but my name’s Jillian Ann Masters. JAM, which describes me perfectly right now.” He slipped his hands under her legs and picked her up. She melted against his strong chest. She wanted to hate him, but he’d been so accommodating in his friend’s bedroom, the grudge she held began to melt. He carried her to her bedroom and placed her on the bed. “Can I get you something?” Sex. “More wine?” “I think you’ve had enough. How about some water?” “Sure.” Her eyes glazed over. When she awoke, Rod was on a dining room chair next to her bed. “How are you feeling?” “Like crap in more ways than one.” She dragged the blanket up to her chin, not wanting to get out of bed. Rod stepped over to her and sat on the edge. “Let me tell you exactly why we were at the Catalina Spa.” He told her how her dad wanted to buy their company, Sex Toys for U, for a lot of money, but he attached a condition to the sale. “He even dangled an additional carrot over our heads.” This ought to be good. “What?” “If we made you hornier than you’ve ever been in your life, he’d buy our company and hire two of us to run the merged company.” Her heart squeezed. “Two? Who would be left out?” “He’s leaving that decision up to you.” She bolted upright in bed. “You’re kidding me.” “I’m dead serious.” She dropped back onto the pillow and rolled over, facedown. “I don’t want any of you.” So not true, but any more rejection and she’d fall apart. Rod dragged a hand down her back, and the familiar tingles raced up and down her body. “I can accept that, but there’s another reason

 

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why I’m here.” “What?” “Your dad still wants you to be part of the company.” She knew that. “I’m content to stay in the lab.” He rolled her onto her back and tilted her head to make their eyes meet. “He needs you. We all need you.” For a second her heart jumped. “For what?” “For a lot of things. Me personally, I got an itch only you can scratch.” “That’s such a corny line. You could have any woman you want.” He shook his head. “Can’t have you. You don’t trust me anymore, do you?” “No.” “We’ll discuss our relationship later. I figured I would meet with resistance, so I thought I could appeal to your need to help the company grow. Your dad needs feedback on what my sex toy company can offer.” Her tits pebbled at the suggestion, and her pussy walls clenched. “What kind of toys?” She was thankful for anything that would keep her mind off the current tragedy. Even if she never let any of the three men touch her again, they had created a sex drive in her that was unparalleled. He grinned. “I thought you’d never ask. Be right back.” Halfway out the door, he stopped and turned. “What would you say to trying the all-new, vibrating clit climaxer?”

 

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Chapter 8 Rod held up the three-piece, battery-powered pink device. “Think of me as a salesman. Nothing more. I’m here to fit you, not seduce you.” Yeah, right. Just thinking about what that could do to her sagging spirits helped boost her energy. “Take off your slacks and let me make you comfortable before I turn on this puppy.” She prayed his idea of comfortable was the same as hers. Yes, he was conning her, but she was so horny, she’d let even this traitor into her panties. She slipped off her capris and bikini bottoms, baring it all. She debated taking off her top, too, as he might be persuaded to manually stimulate her breasts if he had better access. God only knew, her nipples needed someone to touch them. Maybe she could convince him later to let her use that wonderful shock-the-tits system on her again. He squeezed a clear gel onto the rubber tickler prongs. Fascinated, she looked closer. “Do I need that goo?” “You created it.” He chuckled. She grabbed the tube. “What do you know? You’re right. I never tested it on myself, but Clarissa swore by this stuff.” “According to the label, and many satisfied customers, it doubles the pleasure.” Could she handle it? It had been so long since her last climax. She studied the cup surrounding the pliable ticklers. The soft tips looked gentle, unlike the alligator clips he’d attached to her nipples. Without thought, she rubbed her tits.

 

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“I have something to help you out there too.” He nodded to her breasts. A small smile crossed his lips. The man always did know exactly what she liked. “Oh, yeah. What?” “They’re called nipplettes. They’re very powerful and highly stimulating. Wanna try a pair?” Having double stimulation enticed her. “Sure. Anything to get out of this rotten mood.” He didn’t ask to remove her shirt, he just lifted the thin cotton tee himself. Touch me. Just this once she wished he was telepathic. How intriguing would that be? She stuck out her chest, knowing he was merely mortal, but damn him, he wore his professional demeanor like a pro. His gaze had moved away from her chest to between her thighs, then back up again. “What’s wrong?” she asked. You don’t want to touch me? Their gaze met. “I liked it better when you didn’t wear a bra, though this white lace thing does hold a virginal appeal.” After the week at the spa, she was hardly a virgin. “I can’t go braless at work.” Though she would have liked to. She sat up, unhooked the back, and tossed it on the floor. The freedom renewed her spirits. “There. Is that better?” “God, you are gorgeous.” Finally, the glint in his eye she remembered returned. She brushed both nipples with her palms, and the needy crests peaked. He winked. “Hold that thought.” She wished she didn’t respond every time his body came near her, but the men had unleashed all her hidden desires. She had a lot of catching up to do. He reached into his bag and withdrew a new package that looked like two pink clothespins. Once he opened the package, he attached the pair of clamps to her engorged nipples, careful not to let his

 

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fingers touch her skin. Bastard. The pressure was divine, and she let a groan escape. She moved her tits right and left to test out the new apparatus. “They’re a lot gentler than the alligator clips.” Though the metal prongs had given her the ride of her life. Rod sat back. “You’re beautiful. Just press this button on the end and the clips will vibrate, but wait until after I turn on the clit stimulator.” Her pussy was already slick, and her breasts tingled in anticipation. Once he reached between her legs, he’d know she wanted something more than a mechanical device to bring her pleasures. She wanted him. He knelt on the bed and spread her legs wide. Cool air added another dimension to her heightened sense of urgency. “Hurry.” She squeezed her eyes shut to make the experience more intense. Her tits needed the jolt as much her very ready sex. “You’re a horny little girl, aren’t you?” His smile dimpled his cheeks. Even she could smell her sex perfuming the air. She remembered what he did to her the last time she was bad. He’d spanked her. Her butt still vibrated thinking about the punishment. “Maybe when I’m done, you can make me pay for my wicked thoughts.” “Oh, sweetheart, I’d like nothing more. Ready for the e-ticket ride?” “You have no idea.” Her breaths came out fast. The jolt nearly drove her off the bed. The ticklers went to work, like a hundred hungry fingers massaging, flicking, and sucking her clit all at once. The stimulation was almost too much. Her brain had a hard time processing the delight. And the heat from the cream intensified everything. My God, the ointment made her so hot, she wanted to fuck him right then and there. “More, sweetheart?” Her breath gone, she was incapable of answering. Her hands

 

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clenched the sheets as she bucked upward. He leaned over and pressed the button on the nipple vibrator. Maybe it was the wine or the fact she was naked in front of a man she believed she loved, but she almost passed out from the pure joy of it all. Pleasure bounced from one body part to another. Sometimes the two areas peaked together. When they did, she couldn’t think, couldn’t move. Rod grabbed her thighs and rubbed his hands up and down. The touching, tingling, and vibrating caused her back to arch. The buzzing sound stopped. “Rod!” That’s not what she wanted. “No. I have to climax or I’ll go crazy.” “I’m sorry. I came as a businessman, not as someone you think only wants you for sex.” He pulled the clit vibrator away and unclamped the clips on her tits, but the waves of ecstasy kept washing over her. She reached between her legs. Soaked, she touched herself, until his hand stopped her. “No, I don’t think that.” He studied her for a moment. “You sure? You just said you don’t trust me. I’ll be honest. I want you something bad, but not if there isn’t something more than sex between us. I thought we had a connection, but maybe I’m wrong.” She thought back to how honest he’d been about denting the car, and how considerate he was when he tipped the bartender. There was more to Rod than just someone who could satisfy her. He cared about her pleasure and listened when she spoke of her needs. “Okay. I was wrong. You have been honest with me. Can you forgive me? “How do I know it’s not your horniness that’s talking?” “I’m not sure how I can prove to you that I care a lot about you.” She wouldn’t say she loved him. Not yet. “How about if I do whatever you ask?” He stared at her for a moment, as if debating if she was being honest with herself. Then faster than the vibrator was turned off, he

 

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was gloriously naked. His cock shimmered. “Get on your hands and knees. I want to come from behind so I can play with those fabulous nipples.” She obliged, lowering her head so her ass stuck up higher in the air. His hard cock rested on her butt. A terribly wicked thought struck her. He’d delve into her needy pussy in a second, but for once she wanted to know what it was like to have a man fill her bottom. That would show how much she trusted him. Before she’d met these men, she never would have contemplated such a wicked idea, but now that she was into education, she might as well experiment with the man she’d grown to love. “I want you to fill me in my bottom,” she said, sounding too needy, hoping she wasn’t going to regret her request. “You sure?” “Yes. I trust you not to hurt me.” Ever since Joe had eased open her tight hole, she’d wanted to expand her horizons. “I need to punish you first, remember? Then I’ll have to spend some time stretching you out.” “Yes.” Her voice came out breathless. “Punish me, then stretch me.” He slapped her ass, once, twice, three times, then bent over and kissed each cheek. His palms soothed her bottom before reapplying the heat. Her whole insides caught on fire. Desire raced through every vein. She needed him, wanted him, loved him. “Ple-ease.” “I don’t want to hurt you.” A second later, he rubbed some lube on her puckered hole then dipped in a finger. “How does that feel, sweetheart?” She’d never felt anything like that before. “It’s different. I feel so totally filled up, but it also is arousing.” She wanted more. He obliged by widening her with two fingers, pushing in and out to stretch her. Then his fingers disappeared and the tip of his cock pressed against her opening. He hovered for a moment before easing into her.

 

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She sucked in a breath. “Oh, God. You’re so big.” She could tell he’d slathered the lube on his cock, too, to make entry easier for her, but it still was larger than she could handle. “Just breathe and take it easy. Relax those sweet muscles for me so I can go in further.” She inhaled and allowed her body to loosen, despite her nipples demanding attention and her pussy wanting him, too. Why did she have to be so wanton? Slowly, he eased in further. “Yes, yes, yes.” He grabbed her hips and dared to pull out several more times before moving in all the way. His cock hit the end and she couldn’t even squeeze her cheeks closed. “Sweet Jesus. Your ass is tight. You feel so damn good.” He brushed her nipples. The smallest touch sent her spiraling. She expanded her chest to make better contact with his fingers, but his right hand slid across her belly. He reached under her and his thumb pressed against her clit. The world seemed to stand still. He began to groan as he pumped faster. She let out a scream and her climax rocked her. He pumped harder and faster. “Come for me again.” He stopped halfway in. She never thought she could climax once, let alone two times. “Then don’t stop. I love this.” She shoved her ass backward to grab more of him. His right hand massaged her clit while his left rubbed her nipples, alternating from one to the other. She pressed into his hand. “Harder.” God, she loved what he did to her. He teased her nipples and plucked them, sending shivers up her arms. The sting made her wetter. His balls slapped against her rear as he fucked her. She let out another yell so loud she was sure the world heard her. Warm cum filled her. He collapsed his head on her back. “You are one amazing woman, Jillian Ann Masters.” And she believed him.

 

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**** “You fucked her in the ass?” Joe’s face turned red. Rod straightened. “Yes.” “And she let you?” “It took a little convincing, but she was so horny, she begged me to take her that way.” He told them about the sex toys. “She’s a natural. Good thing I didn’t know Ann was Jillian before I enjoyed her at the party.” Frank came in from the kitchen holding a beer. They’d reconvened at Frank’s apartment to discuss their tentative situation. “What did she say about Joe and me? Is she still pissed?” That was an understatement, but he didn’t want to rub it in their faces. He knew they felt bad enough as it was. “Yeah. She feels betrayed, and I don’t blame her. Hell, whose father hires a bunch of unknowns to tease his daughter so she learns to enjoy sex?” “A smart one.” Frank swigged down the beer. “Remember, only you’ve had her. We’re desperately waiting our turn.” “Poor you.” Frank dipped his head. “I plan to make amends as soon as I can. Jillian has every right to be upset, though she sure did enjoy the attention while she was at our mercy, didn’t she?” “Amen,” Joe said. “What can we do to convince Jillian we care about her? A lot.” Rod snapped his fingers. “What about a four-way?” The smiles on their faces lit up the room. Joe lifted his bottle. “You think she’ll go for it?” “I know she wants me. I’m thinking I could get her going and you two could come in. She’ll be feisty, but if you show how excited you are, she might believe you want her for real.” “I do want her for real. She’s my fantasy woman,” Frank said. “Me, too,” Joe said.

 

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Frank grabbed his crotch. “Hell, I don’t think my dick has come down once since I was in the room with her. I’m almost willing to give up control of her dad’s company for her snatch.” Rod smiled. “You might be onto something. I think this is one instant where we can have it all, but the seduction will have to be carefully planned. We don’t want her to think we ambushed her. Jillian is fragile. She needs to be convinced we love who she is as a person, not just because she’s such a turn-on.” “We can do it.” **** Jillian burned through two experiments in record time, her focus back on track. Clarissa walked into the lab, looking a little sleepy. “My, my, aren’t we the early bird. You feeling better, I take it?” Heat raced up her face. “A lot better.” Clarissa planted herself at the end of the lab table and rested her elbows on the counter. “I need details.” “It was amazing.” “What was amazing?” “I had the most wonderful sex I’ve ever had.” She couldn’t keep the smile off her face. Having Rod make love to her bottom was beyond her wildest imagination, but she wanted to keep that to herself. “With?” “Rod.” Her friend stood back up. “The pool guy?” “Well, he isn’t exactly the pool guy.” She told him the three men who owned Sex Toys for U and about her dad’s condition to buying their company, and how it was up to her to decide who would become the new president and vice president of this company. Clarissa scrunched up her face. “That’s like blackmail. They had to seduce you or your dad would have reneged on his offer?”

 

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“Kind of, yeah, but that’s Dad for you.” “So what about Joe and Francois? How do they fit into the picture? I know you were mad at them.” “Turns out all three of them are brothers. Francois is really Frank, but Joe’s really Joe.” Donning her lab coat, Clarissa opened the cabinet to gather her chemicals. “You going to see them again?” She shrugged. “Rod, definitely. He told me he I was amazing. I think he might be a little in love with me, too.” “After two dates? You can’t fall for that.” “The scientist in me says he’s full of shit, but my heart says he’s telling the truth. I feel the same way.” Her hand stilled. “I thought you loved Joe and Frank.” She stuck out her bottom lip. “I do. That’s the problem.” Clarissa set the bottles on the table. “I think you’re in love with sex, my friend. I hope you used protection.” She’d been worried about that, but decided if she got pregnant it wouldn’t be the end of the world. Having a child she could love would complete her. “Not yesterday.” Or the time before when she was in the bedroom with Rod. “Good God, girlfriend. Wake up. Can we say STD?” “I know, I know. I’ll be careful next time. I just got so carried away, I didn’t even think about it.” Clarissa sighed. “So you are going to contact the other two men.” “No. I’m seeing Rod because he was the only one who refused to play Dad’s game. If I hadn’t lied about my identity, we never would have gone out.” “There is that.” Her cell rang. For the last few years, if she got a phone call once a month, it was a lot. In the last two weeks, she’d had a ton. “It’s Rod.” “Put him on speaker.” That was kind of an invasion of privacy, but after what the Sex Toys for U gang had done to her, he deserved it. “Hey, Rod.”

 

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**** After spending four hours shopping for the perfect dress, she was ready. Instead of having Rod drive all the way out to the suburbs to pick her up for dinner, she told him she’d meet him in town. That way, they’d have a nice meal and good conversation without the possibility of sex. If she was going to have any kind of relationship, she needed to see how he treated her on a day-to-day basis, not just near a bed. Yes, he’d been charming while he took her to the party, but she wanted more one-on-one time with him. Rod stood as she approached the table. His eyes widened. “Hot doesn’t come close to describing you.” His sincerity made her heart leap. He leaned over and kissed her on the mouth. It was one simple kiss, but not only did her nipples peak, her pussy moistened. If a single touch caused such an intense reaction, she was in for big trouble. Rod had ordered a bottle of her favorite wine, a white pinot gris, which sat in a silver bucket filled with ice. The waiter rushed over and handed them menus. She and Rod discussed their choices, realizing they had similar tastes, and both ended up ordering the broiled salmon. Nice. He leaned closer. “So did you come up with ways to improve any of our new line of toys?” “Shh.” If anyone overhead the conversation, the restaurant might boot them out for talking about sex. Both wine glasses filled halfway, Rod held up his glass. “To the woman I’m falling in love with.” Her face flushed. “You’re just saying that so I’ll vote to keep you in the running for president or vice president.” He gulped his wine. “I wasn’t even thinking about that. I’m not even sure I want to help run your dad’s company.” “You’re giving up?”

 

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“I’m thinking of some other options.” She liked how her dad couldn’t bully him into doing something he wasn’t willing to undertake. “Such as?” “I looked into the financials of the Catalina Spa. Their revenues have been slipping. I thought perhaps your dad would like to finance buying the spa and turning it in a fantasy resort.” She beamed. “Like what you offered me?” “What Joe and Frank offered you, but yes.” “I like it. Though I’m retired from that sort of adventure.” “I’m glad to hear it.” He took her hand in his. “Which would leave Joe and Frank to take over the business, and from your reaction to them, are you still inclined to recommend them?” She finished her wine. “I’m not sure. How do I know they care about me? For all I know, they were just doing a job, trying to turn me on.” “I am dead serious when I say when Joe, Frank, and I are around you, we are ourselves. We want to be with you. We truly enjoy your body and love seeing you learn about your sexuality. Sure, it started off as a dreaded job, until we, or rather Joe saw you. Their actions had nothing to do with your dad. You have to believe that.” “I want to.” She wasn’t sure whether to let her swelled ego call the shots. “Listen. After dinner, how about we pay them a visit? Let them explain their side of the story. I know both my brothers are pining for you. Frank loved how you fit in with his friends and wanted to hear all about his adventures overseas. Joe still keeps talking about the time you two played in the lake.” Those good times she’d always cherish, but if she visited his brothers, they’d try to seduce her, and she was hopeless when it came to all three of them. “I don’t think I’m ready.” “Okay. How about going to a party then? There’s one at another friend’s house, outside of the city.” “Will Joe or Frank be there?”

 

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“I’ll tell them to stay away so we can delve into our deepest secrets.” He leaned ever closer. “I’ve been thinking of your pussy all day. I never got to experience it yesterday.” She laughed at how easily he could go from talking about her to wanting to make love to her. He smiled, and she wanted to do him right then and there. He waved for the bill. When the waiter returned with his credit card, she could see he left a twenty-five percent tip. “Mighty generous of you.” “It was a special night. Besides, I like to support young people trying to make a living. When I was growing up, I had a paper route. Every Christmas, there was one guy who gave me a ten dollar tip. I never forgot that and promised if I ever made money, I’d be good to those in need.” She fell a little more in love with him.

 

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Chapter 9 Lights swirled around the live band positioned at the far end of the pool, and the noise was deafening. The six thousand-square-foot house probably held more people than was the legal limit, forcing Jillian to cup her hands around her mouth to be heard. “I hope all of the neighbors in a five-mile radius are here or the police might be showing up soon.” Rod shrugged and tapped his ears. He pulled her toward the kitchen. The sound lessened. “Sorry, I didn’t think it would be this loud.” Even in here, he had to shout. The noise stopped. She blew out a breath. “Thank God.” “Band must be on break. I’ll speak with Chip about turning down the amp.” “Thank you.” Bottles of wine and soda sat on the counter next to a tub of ice crammed full of beers. “What can I get you?” he asked. Given all the alcohol she’d had in the last two weeks, she should decline, but she figured one more drink wouldn’t hurt. “Wine. I don’t like to mix my drinks.” “Smart.” A moment later voices sounded behind her. “Hey, darlin’.” Her heart skipped a beat. She spun around. “Joe, what are you doing here?” Her stomach flipped. She didn’t want to react to him with such joy. His betrayal still stung, but one look at his beautiful eyes and dimpled

 

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cheeks and she caved. Frank stepped in behind him. “Jillian.” He shifted his weight and jammed his hands in his pockets. The French accent was gone, but the aristocratic slant of his cheeks had her head spinning. Of all the men, she was convinced Francois wanted her the most. She looked back at Rod’s reaction. He had told her they wouldn’t be here. Was that a lie? Did they think an ambush would work? His knuckles gripping the glass turned white. “I thought I told you I wanted to spend time with Jillian alone first.” His tightened jaw frightened her. Guess these two weren’t meant to show up. That eased her concern about Rod. But what did he mean by wanting to be alone with her first? Her pussy contracted at the implication. Sometimes she wished she’d never given in to her urges. “We couldn’t wait to see her.” Joe stepped close and slanted his lips near hers. “You won’t return my calls. It’s not at all what you think.” The band started up again. “How is it?” she shouted. Joe grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the kitchen and down a long hallway away from the noise. She loved Joe’s callused palms, and when he touched her, her memory of their time together surfaced. If only her brain could be like a computer where she could wipe clean her thoughts by sending them to the trash. The noise became fainter the farther they got from the band. Rod and Frank followed. Good. She needed supervision. She couldn’t trust herself with any of the men if they put their hands on her. Joe stood close and brushed a strand of hair from her face. “I know Rod explained what happened, but I wanted to tell you that both Frank and I want you in our lives. It’s not about the sex, though that is beyond my dreams. It’s who you are as a person. Like us, you are so passionate about what you do. You care about others and treat all of us like we are special.” She wanted to believe him, but Clarissa’s words came back to her.

 

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“You can’t fall in love after a few days.” Not that he’d used the love word, but Rod had said he was falling in love. She waved a hand as if to dismiss his comment, refusing to think how hypocritical she’d been when she told her friend she believed she loved all three of them—at one time. Frank moved forward. “To prove how much we want you, all three of us are willing to give up the chance to run your dad’s company. We don’t want his deal anymore. We just want you.” Stunned, her pulse raced and her mind flashed to the spa and what these wonderful men had done for her. “You’re willing to give up your dream? For me?” Was she a fool to believe what they said? Rod moved behind her and placed his hands on her waist while Joe kissed her. “Let the three of us prove to you how much we care.” **** Jillian had never seen where any of them lived, but Joe suggested they go to his house on the east side of Tucson, as it was the largest. When she walked into the adobe home, its cool temperature refreshed her, a nice change from the outside heat. She scanned the living room area. It had stone flooring, leather furniture, impressive artwork, and tall windows that opened out to the desert. “Nice place.” Joe nuzzled her neck. “I’m glad you like it.” He looked at Frank. “Wanna get us all something to drink?” Frank nodded. Jillian ran her hands down her dress. Having sex with Rod was one thing, but having all three men touch her at the same time would be overwhelming. She drew in her bottom lip, thinking how to phrase her concern. Rod walked over to her and rubbed his thumbs over her nipples while Joe pressed his cock against the seam of her bottom, conjuring up all sorts of wonderful pleasure. “Don’t be nervous. We want this experience to be perfect for you.” Her damn nipples hardened and peaked. “I’m a little scared.” That

 

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was the truth. Joe unzipped her strapless dress and let the top drop below her breasts. Rod’s eyes glazed over. “You are so sweet, so wonderful.” He bent over and sucked her right nipple. She tried to hold in her groan but failed. “That’s it, sweetheart. Let it out. Be free.” Glass tingled on the counter. She looked over at Frank. He shrugged, most likely realizing she wouldn’t be able to drink with two men all over her. He set down the drinks before coming over. When Frank placed his mouth over her other breast, desire sopped her panties. With her hands by her side, she wasn’t sure what they wanted her to do, so she stood there, reveling in the pulsations coming at her all at once. Joe stepped back. “I, for one, would be more comfortable without my jeans.” Yes! The wonderful attention to her neck stopped, but the other two kept up their devoted sucking. She wanted them to touch her clit, rub against it, but she was still dressed. Not wanting to break the mood, she waited while they delighted her. Rod was the first to break contact. “I think there is a more comfortable place for Jillian. We can’t have her stand here while we please her. Joe, do you want to do the rumpus room?” “Sure.” She had no idea what a rumpus room held, but she was game. She turned around and jerked. Joe, in all his magnificent splendor, was naked and enormously erect. Dear God. Darker blond hair dusted the base of his erection. Not that she compared men, but he might be larger than Rod, if that was possible. Joe smiled. “You’ll get to explore every inch of my dick soon enough.” He grabbed her hand. She swallowed hard. “Can I have my drink first? I’m parched.” As if by magic, Frank handed her the glass. “There you go. I’ll be

 

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right in.” With Rod and Joe by her side, she walked down a long hallway. The walls were filled with family photos of the boys as kids. She wanted to study them but figured now wasn’t the time. At the end of the hallway, Joe opened the door for her. She stepped in and sucked in a breath. “Oh my.” Technically, it was a bedroom and an adjoining bathroom, but she found herself looking past the large bed to stare at the wall of whips, chains, handcuffs, and every sex toy imaginable lining the shelves. “Wow.” Joe wrapped his arms around her waist. “You’re welcome to request anything you see. It’s the newest line from Sex Toys for U.” She wet her lips. “Maybe later.” Rod stepped forward. “I know the party house got a little stuffy. Would you like to take a shower first?” She smiled. “If you’ll join me?” Rod tapped his chest. “I’m thinking all of us would like to join you.” Her stomach tumbled. The idea of being naked with all three watching scared her. It had taken courage to let Rod observe her when she pleased herself with the nipple stimulator. Getting naked and having all of them touch her would be over-the-top for most women. For her, it was like bungee jumping off the highest cliff. All those hands teasing bringing her to new heights might be too much. But she’d come this far. She might as well go all the way. “Okay.” She started to step out of her dress, but Rod stopped her. “Here are the rules. We’d like you to do nothing unless we tell you to. You don’t have to obey, but if you do, I promise you’ll like the experience.” He tapped her nose. “And if you’re really good, you might convince us to tie you up.” Shivers clenched her pussy again and her breasts tightened, then nearly ignited at the thought of being helpless and at their mercy. She nodded.

 

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Frank walked in. There seemed to be a silent understanding between the men, because while Joe lifted her dress, Frank pulled down her panties. She stepped out of them. “Hold onto my shoulder,” Rod said. He removed her shoes. She stood before them, naked and exposed. Their gaze raked up and down her body. She felt more vulnerable than if she’d stood in the middle of Times Square in New York on a warm, sunny day. Frank moved in front of her. “I want you to take off my clothes.” The fact she’d get to do something made her feel part of the team. “Lift your arms,” she commanded as gently as possible. He did, and she slipped his T-shirt over his head. She leaned forward and sucked on his man nipples. Rod took hold of her shoulders and leaned her back. “Remember the rules.” “You said I didn’t have to obey them, right?” Rod nodded. “True, but if you don’t, we’ll have to punish you. The choice to obey or not is yours. See those whips?” She glanced at the soft velvet one hanging on the wall. “Yes.” “Obey or we’ll have to torture you more than you may want. Do what we say and you’ll be spared.” She giggled. “Yes, Master.” As slowly as she could, she unzipped Frank’s zipper, and his erection popped out, hidden from view by his boxers. She debated taking his dick in her hand and giving it a good tug, but thought it better if she stuck to the rules. She remembered what happened last time she disobeyed Rod. Dropping to the ground, she made sure to stick her ass high in the air while she dragged off his sandals. Reaching up, she got rid of his pants in a hurry. His boxers slipped and she smiled. Here was another marvelous man for her to get to know more intimately. Touching him before had only given her a taste of what she knew she wanted. “Faster,” he said.

 

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She didn’t need to obey. She was in control of this game now, and she was going to enjoy every yank. She tugged inch by excruciating inch, until his cock sprung free. “Very manly.” She loved teasing them. She held onto the waistband while Frank stepped out of his briefs. Next, she turned to Rod. He held up his hand. “I’ll wait my turn. I want to watch you with Joe and Frank in the shower.” Her disappointment must have shown on her face because he immediately stepped forward, helped her to her feet, and slanted his lips over hers. He ran his tongue along the seam until she opened up. His tongue dove in and danced with hers. Her body became weak in his arms as the sweet tang of beer greeted her. They explored each other with the passionate kiss, but she jerked when one of the two men pushed a thumb up her drenched opening. Her breath caught in her throat. She looked down to see Joe grinning up at her. “Darlin’, you are too sweet.” She knew his speech was an act, but she liked what his voice did to her insides. Her walls squeezed his finger. He withdrew, stood, and rubbed his rough palms over the nipples. Rod stepped back as Joe swirled his hands across the tips then kneaded their sides. Frank dropped to his knees and licked her clit. She jumped from the intensity. “Just hold on, darlin’. We got all night to get you where you want to be.” All night? She couldn’t last another few minutes. Rod leaned against the wall and smiled, his erection evident. Her heart melted. He’d started this intense encounter and now had to watch. She bet since she’d had sex with him twice, he was being kind by letting his two brothers have their way. She heard the shower running but didn’t remember Rod going into the bathroom and turning on the water. Joe continued to rub and tweak her nipples while kissing the sensitive spot behind her ear. Frank did wonders with her more-than-ready pussy. While he plunged

 

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two large fingers between her folds, he drew his teeth over her clit. Excited beyond belief, she ran her fingers over Frank’s gloriously curly hair. Joe was the first to stop. “I think it’s time to get you clean.” In a daze, the two men led her into the bathroom. Only it wasn’t a typical bathroom. In fact, it wasn’t really a bathroom at all. There wasn’t even a sink or a toilet, just a large showerhead jutting out from the middle of the bathroom ceiling. Underneath was a table that looked similar to the massage table they’d brought to the spa. Water splattered on the leather and bounced onto the floor and down a large drain. Two more handheld heads extended out from the walls. It was an orgy shower. My God, she was in for the time of her life. Rod leaned against the door. His half-drooped eyelids and lazy smile gave her the assurance all would go well. Joe tapped the table. “Hop on up and lie on your back.” Steam built up in the room as Joe unlashed the clamps that held the table together. Once she was fully prone, he separated the two halves, spreading her legs wide. Her heart pounded. Her whole body began to shake as carnal lust filled every cell of her body. He dragged a velvet cuff around her ankle and attached it to the bottom of the table. “Do I need that?” She failed to remove the quiver from her voice. “I don’t want you to fall off, darlin’. Couldn’t live with myself if you got hurt.” So that was his reasoning. “You’re so thoughtful.” The excitement of what these wonderful men were about to do to her body had her climbing higher, reaching deeper into her soul to explore who she was, what she wanted. “Just you wait and see how thoughtful I can be.” Frank took her hands, pulled them over her head, and secured them with another set of cuffs attached to the wall behind her. Being held captive should have made her squirm. Instead, she reveled in her powerlessness.

 

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The warm water gently fell on her belly, splashed on her tits and down her legs just enough to entice, but not enough to satisfy. Joe grabbed a handful of liquid soap and started with her belly. He slowly dragged his hands across her abdomen and down the sides. She closed her eyes and inhaled. Frank must have done the same, because his large hands covered her breasts with a cool, thick goo and he acted like he’d been told he’d win a trophy if he polished her body the best. The two worked in tandem, but Joe seemed focused on avoiding her fully aroused sex. She ached to be touched but refused to beg. He stepped closer and nudged her opening. Her eyes sprang open. “You want me, darlin’, don’t you?” She had to wet her lips to speak. “Yes, more than you can know.” His cock entered no more than one inch before slipping out. “You aren’t quite ready for me.” Why did they always say that to her? “I am, I am.” She couldn’t get any wetter. She bucked and tried to slide down, but he stopped her. Damn. His slick index finger dragged down her clit and she almost came. Rod appeared in her field of vision. He’d removed his shirt, but not his pants. “Sweetheart. Do not come. We need to be first.” He was talking crazy. Don’t climax. Right. She was on the brink and needed the release, needed someone to put their big cock inside her. “I think it’s time to let her go. Frank?” The cuffs came off, and she lowered her arms. Rod helped her sit. The water flow stopped. Rod smiled. “I want you to get on your hands and knees.” She did so. She’d loved it when Rod had come from behind. The angle caused more pressure inside her. Instead of Rod, Joe stepped behind her. Rod stood at her side, touching her nipples, massaging them, acting as if they were some little orbs of precious joy. Legs spread wide, she lifted her butt, expecting Joe to lube her forbidden

 

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ring of muscle. Instead, he opened her pussy and nudged in. The sweetness took her breath away. When Joe thrust into her, her body shot forward, and she nearly toppled until Frank stopped her shoulders. Rod rubbed and pulled, tweaking her nipples, the need in her so great, she was ready to explode. She could tell Rod’s cock was bursting to get out, and she wanted to suck him dry. “Rod, can I see you?” She let her gaze roam over his tented pants. “In a minute, sweetheart.” Joe’s movements took her mind off of Rod’s cock as he stroked in and out, each time going deeper until she was sure he’d pop out the other side. He groaned. “I’m coming.” Before she had a chance to climax, his warm cum shot into her, drawing her to a higher level of ecstasy. Rod was still making love to her tits when Joe pulled out. He tapped her butt. “Roll on your side, darlin’. We’re swapping places.” Oh, my God. The intensity of the experience took her breath away. She couldn’t wait to try out Frank. As if on a signal, they rotated. Joe would be attending her breasts, Frank at the stern with Rod standing close, watching once again. Why wasn’t he willing to share his body? From his hooded, dark eyes, he wanted her bad. When on her side, Frank lifted one leg above his shoulder as Joe went behind her and attended to her tits. “Now, sweetheart.” Even though Rod wore slacks, she reached out and cupped his balls over the wool fabric, rubbing and squeezing. Rod’s eyes rolled upward as if he’d gone to heaven. “Sweetheart, you are too much for me.” He stepped back and undressed completely. “Care to try that again?” Finally, she could touch him and fuck him with her mouth. Glorious Rod neared, his dick pulsating in front of her. Frank rubbed her wet clit then dove his sex into her hard. Her mind blanked. His

 

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larger-than-life cock stretched her walls to near breaking. In this position, every thrust took her to a new place. She pulled Rod closer and drew him into her mouth. He grabbed her shoulder and hung on as if he couldn’t last long. Between Joe’s ministrations, Frank’s thrusts and Rod’s cock in her mouth, and she reached her peak, climaxing hard. “Don’t leave me, sweetheart. I need your tongue on me. Swallow my cock.” His sexy words made her open her throat wider and took him in as far as she could. He pumped in and out until his hot semen drenched her throat. She had to lift up to swallow his tasty salt. Frank moaned. “Hold on. I’m coming.” As his fingers squeezed her inner thighs, his cock pressed against the back of her walls and filled her with his warm seed. She’d never felt more thoroughly fucked. And loved. And desired. “That was amazing. You are all amazing.” As he helped her up, his gism dripped out of her. Joe turned on the handheld shower device. When the water warmed, they soaped her up and rinsed her off. She might have felt like a vehicle in a carwash, except these men took every opportunity to touch her in each intimate place on her body. She swore she got excited all over again. “Maybe tomorrow I can wash you all,” she said. “Right now, I’m too beat.” With that, she lowered onto the table and closed her eyes. Rod picked her up and stood her on her feet. “Not a chance of going to sleep. I haven’t had my turn with your sweet pussy, unless you prefer me in your scrumptiously tight ass?” He tapped her nose. “But I can wait until later. We don’t want to get you too sore, now do we?” Later? She wasn’t sure how much more excitement she could handle in one day.

 

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Chapter 10 When Jillian rolled into work Monday morning, she was tender not only between her legs, but her nipples were highly sensitive. She’d never been more happy on multiple levels. Yes, the sex was beyond description. Her body never stopped thrumming, and the best part was that it wasn’t just about the sex. On Saturday, Frank decided they all needed to get to know her better, so they all went shopping, then explored the Kartchner Caverns southeast of Tucson. He insisted they bring instamatic cameras or video cameras and make a movie together. How cool was that? She never knew she could have so much fun. Rod was the expert on iMovie, and they had a grand time editing the two-minute movie. Their adventure would be such a keepsake. The next day, Rod insisted that while he really wanted her, they should refrain from sex. To occupy their time, they played Mexican Train Dominoes for hours. She hadn’t realized how competitive these men could be over a silly kids’ game. They laughed. They called each other names, and in the end she loved them more. Intellectually, having three men was insane, but to her it felt right. She wanted her time with them to never end, but it had to. Each of them had jobs, tempers would fly, and jealousy might occur. How was she going to handle so many issues? Taking time off to explore her options seemed her best move. “You’re glowing,” Clarissa said, interrupting her thoughts. “I’m happy.” “You know I want to hear all about it. Not just that it was amazing,

 

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but what they did to make it so wonderful. How was it having sex with three men at once?” “Keep your voice down.” She didn’t need the whole lab to start rumors. Even though talking about having sex with three men might make Jillian look like a slut, she didn’t care. She needed to share her excitement with someone. “I can’t tell you how unbelievable it is to have constant stimulation. My body hummed long after they finished. Though they kind of decide what to do, I know that in the end, I’m the one who has control over them. It’s a heady experience.” She then told her about the forty-eight-hour moratorium on sex. “We got along so well.” “Wow. So now what? You going to marry one of them?” She held up her hand. “Not so fast. Two weeks isn’t long enough to make that kind of decision. Besides, which one would I marry? I want all of them.” “Equally?” “Yes.” She slipped off her goggles to clean them. “Sometimes Joe is the aggressive one, other times it’s Frank, but so far Rod never wavers. He wants me to do what he wants. I told them I needed to take a break to clear my head.” Clarissa’s mouth dropped. “You finally get those climaxes you’ve been dreaming about and you want to stop? What’s wrong with you, girlfriend?” “It’s complicated. I might only be a passing fancy for them. They’re so experienced and I’m not. How do I know if I stay around they’ll like me when I grow old and fat?” Her friend shook her head. “Listen to yourself. Life doesn’t come with guarantees. Be happy for as long as you can. They aren’t with you for the money. For the first time in your life you can believe they want you for you.” “Knock, knock.” It was Dad. Shit. She spun around. He couldn’t have come at a

 

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worse time. She wanted to talk more with Clarissa. Her friend seemed to be the only one with a level head. “What are you doing here?” “I own the company, remember?” She planted a hand on her hip. “You’ve never come down to the lab before.” All ten lab workers stopped what they were doing, the silence bordering on creepy. “You look excited. Do you have some new product for us?” He raised his brow as if what was good for the company was all that mattered to him. “Not yet.” “Well, we need to talk. Clarissa, would you mind taking a break?” He knew her friend’s name? She thought he only counted the money and didn’t care much about the workers. When Clarissa was out of earshot, he stepped closer. The clanging of the glass on metal started again. The lab rats were back to work. “What’s up?” She leaned against the table in an attempt to look casual. She knew what he wanted but didn’t have the heart to tell him about the men’s decision not to help out. For his health, he had to find a replacement and fast. “You know. I need a decision about which two men you want to run the company.” “None of them.” She grabbed a towel, turned her back to him, and wiped down the counter. Her dad turned her shoulders to face him again. “That’s unacceptable. I must have screened over fifty potential men. The three brothers are exceptional candidates. Any one of them would do a fine job.” “I’m sure they would, but they aren’t interested.” He leaned closer. “What the hell did you do to them? Do they hate you so much they don’t want to work in the same building as you?” What a horrible thing to say to her. Was she really his daughter?

 

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“Quite the opposite. They love me.” There, she’d said it. Love. Something that had been in very short supply in her life. His lips hardened and his brows pinched. “I never accept failure. You have one month to make them change their mind or I’m shutting down the lab.” “You wouldn’t.” “Watch me.” The blood drained from her face. “That’s not fair, Daddy.” “This company means everything to me. Don’t fuck it up.” He spun around and left. Didn’t her happiness mean anything to him? She stood there and stared at the walls. None of the men wanted the job. It wouldn’t be fair to ask them to run the company. But if he shut the lab, not only her life but the livelihood of so many others would be affected, not to mention how much of her pride was rolled up in this job. For the first time in her life, people looked up to her. Her talent with mixing substances created wonderful products. Damn, she loved being here. He wouldn’t dare shut this place down. Or would he? Fine. She’d get the men to see reason and show them that being in charge would allow them to have all of their dreams. **** The doorbell rang. Joe was at his desk, Frank on the phone, and Rod was supervising the plant on the other side of town. Joe pushed back his chair and glanced at his brother. “I’ll get it.” No one came to their home office since they conducted all business at the plant facility. Joe checked the peephole and pulled open the door. “Jillian, what are you doing here?” For one, she should be at work, and two, she’d been the one to insist she take a few days off to reassess the relationship. Now she was here.

 

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“Can I come in?” Her hands were clasped behind her back, and her gaze was focused on the ground, looking as if the weight of the world was dragging her down. His heart nearly tore in two. “Sure, darlin’.” It seemed too easy to slip into the cowboy mode with her. Maybe it was because he wanted to ride into the sunset with her. Or maybe just ride her. She finally looked him in the face. “Are Frank and Rod here?” “Only Frank.” He took her hand and led her to the sofa. “Drink?” “A soda?” Serious stuff. “Sure.” He grabbed one out of the fridge and even poured the contents into a glass. She seemed to need the comfort. “Here.” She held on tight, and he sat next to her on the sofa. “We need to talk.” His gut went into a spasm. “About?” “Me. Us. The company.” Shit. She wanted nothing to do with them. Her dad wouldn’t complete the buyout and they’d be back where they’d started. Except that they’d met her, a woman who’d changed their lives. “What about?” He was pleased he was able to keep his voice from cracking. She held up her hand. “Let me explain. I want to make a proposition to you three.” Joe leaned back on the sofa. “I’m listening. You know you can tell old Joe anything.” Please say she wants all of us. “I want you to reconsider running Sensual Pleasures.” “But I thought—” “I believed you all wanted to at one time before you changed your mind. I know Daddy can be a bastard, and is one much of the time, but he won’t be there on a day-to-day basis after he steps down as CEO, so I’m making this deal.” He took her hand in his and kissed her palm. “What kind of deal,

 

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darlin’?” “I’ll be a sex slave to all three of you for one month if you agree to take over my dad’s company.” If Joe had anything in his mouth, he would have spewed the contents all over her. “You want to what?” “I want to be your sex slave for a month.” He wasn’t quite sure what that entailed, but he sure as hell liked the sound of it. “You want to move in here and fuck us silly?” Stupid thing to say, but his brain had stopped working. And here, he thought she liked their trip to the caverns and playing all the games together. Maybe he’d been wrong. She nodded, looking way too serious. “I’ll even cook, clean, and let you experiment on me with whatever toys you have or whatever toys you’re thinking of bringing to market. I’m all yours, to do with what you want. I won’t get in the way of your work or anything. I promise. All I need is a promise from you that you’ll take over my dad’s business starting Monday.” He’d been about to say her deal wouldn’t be necessary, that they wanted to run the company more than anything, but he was no fool. She’d offered his dream come true, and he wasn’t about to toss that away. He forced the smile from his lips. “I’ll have to consult with the other two before I give you an answer. Asking us to run such a large corporation will take us away from here.” He tried to come off as sincere as possible. “You know once we sell our company, we’ll be on easy street.” He leaned back and stretched his arms across the back. “Rod told me just last night that he planned to raft the entire Grand Canyon for the next month. Frank was talking about living on a houseboat on Lake Powell. I’m not sure—” She placed her glass on the coffee table and jumped on top of him, straddling his thighs and pressing her tits into his face. “Please. It would mean so much to me.” It would mean more to him. The thought of being able to make

 

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love to her any time of night or day gave him a raging hard-on, which she surely could notice. “Let me talk to Frank.” Before I come in my pants. He grabbed her waist to help her off. She lifted her leg and her bare pussy came into plain view. Dear God, he’d never last a month without making a fool of himself. He wet his lips and stood, needing to adjust his balls or chance sterilization. “Be right back.” How he made it into the office, he wasn’t sure. He closed the door softly and plastered his back against it. Frank glanced up. “Bill, let me get back to you. Something just came up.” He disconnected. “You look like you’ve just enjoyed an orgy with Jillian.” “I have. Or rather, we will.” He filled him in on Jillian’s sweet deal. “You’re shitting me, right?” He crossed his heart. “Swear to fucking God.” Frank grinned. “I know Rod wants to start the fantasy spa, but hell, you know I’ve always wanted to run the old man’s business.” “Me too.” He stepped over to his chair and dropped onto the seat. “Can you imagine? Jillian living here?” “Here? Why not at my place?” “It’s too small.” “That’s not fair. You can’t have all the fun.” “I’ve got three more bedrooms. You and Rod can move in here for the month. It’ll be like the old days with the three of us reunited. We’ll give Jillian her own space, too.” Frank leaned back, the grin still on his face. “I’ll take Tuesday and Saturday nights.” “I have no problem with you doing her alone, but we can have so much more fun all together. After all, we are a family, right?” “Good point. You think she’d ever go for it on a permanent basis?” “I think we should do our damnedest to convince her.”

 

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**** When Rod got the call from Joe about Jillian, it wasn’t only his spirits that lifted. He’d gone into work to get away from the memory of her scent in the house. This forced separation shit she wanted had caused him to rethink what he wanted in life. Now he knew. Jillian. He wanted her any way, anywhere. “You there, Rod?” Joe sounded almost frightened. She’d already caused him to lose at least half his mind. He refocused on the phone in his hand. “Hey, man, it’s a go for me. She’s there now?” “You bet.” “I think the plant can run on its own for a while. Don’t start without me.” Joe laughed. “Wouldn’t dream of it.” **** Jillian kept glancing down the hallway, but the office was out of sight. What was taking them so long? She thought her offer was more than generous. From the way they treated her and always enjoyed having sex with her, she didn’t believe they’d turn her down, but one never knew how a male mind worked. Their decision may have nothing to do with her. They might truly want to live a wild and free bachelor life. From her brief time here, Joe had no pictures of himself with another woman, so perhaps he didn’t want any kind of attachment. She slumped onto the sofa and rubbed her aching pussy. She finished off the soda and squirmed. Waiting was driving her crazy. Maybe if she left, they would feel more comfortable discussing the option in private. Halfway to the front entrance, the office door clicked open. She spun around. Joe and Frank came into view.

 

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“Going somewhere?” Joe’s mouth hung open as if she’d told him Santa Claus didn’t exist. “I wanted to give you time to yourselves to discuss my offer.” Joe was the first to reach her. He slipped a hand under her dress and plunged two fingers into her slit. God, she needed that. She squeezed his fingers. The pressure was so good. Her lids drooped, and her shoulders sank a little as he tickled her clit. Her hands found his broad shoulders and she groaned, leaning her head back. “You liking that, darlin’?” “More than you can imagine.” Spending even two nights away from them had caused her no end of distress. She didn’t think she laughed even once. Frank moved behind her. “Anything else need attention?” His hands gripped her waist, and he kissed right behind her ear just where she liked it. A moan escaped, but Frank always did know what turned her on. Don’t show them how much you need them or they might say no. He slid his hands over her breasts. “No bra? This pleases me.” He pinched her nipples. Yes. Harder, please. Between Joe’s worldly fingers and Frank’s massage, heat filled her lower body. “Did you give any more…oh, yeah, thought to my deal?” Joe leaned in and kissed her, but stopped a moment later, keeping his lips inches from hers. She licked hers, wanting to taste more of him. “We need to wait for Rod to arrive before we explore the true depths of your enticing plan.” He stepped back at the same time Frank dropped his hands. She swallowed hard. “Do we really have to wait? Maybe you’d like to have an appetizer before he arrives.” To help me come. Joe shrugged, acting as if their interplay meant nothing. His stiff cock told her differently. She spun around and glanced at Frank’s dick. He was also big, hard, and she bet throbbing. Fine, she’d wait and see how long they could last.

 

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She strutted over to the sofa and plopped on the cushion, keeping her thighs wide. Licking her index finger, she hiked up her dress. Both of the men stilled, their gaze right between her legs. She kicked off her high heels and propped a foot on the sofa’s edge, exposing everything. She inserted her finger into her sopping opening, moving it in a slow in-and-out motion. She loved that Joe had to adjust himself, and Frank actually looked to Joe for direction. “I’m so wet.” She licked her lips as leisurely as she could. Joe’s Adam’s apple bobbed, and Frank’s eyes widened. “We wait for Rod,” Frank said. With that, the two of them left, their heels hitting the floor hard as they strode toward the back of the house. She held in a laugh. They were hers for the taking. Power surged through her. Never did she realize what control she possessed when it came to these men. After their reaction, there left no doubt they’d agree to have her there for a month. Now that was a real high. And if she happened to get pregnant, her life would be complete. With the amount of sex she planned to have, it would be a sure thing. The only uncertainty was whether they’d want an addition or two to their family. She could just ask them, or she could go back on the pill and forget the whole idea for a while. Damn. She hated making these decisions by herself, but she was twenty-nine and not getting any younger. She wanted Joe. She wanted Frank. She wanted Rod. If she couldn’t have a family with them, she might never become a mom. Checking the clock every few minutes, she tried to calculate how long it would take Rod to get from their factory to here. She got another drink, only this time it wasn’t a soda. In case they said no for some unknown reason, she’d need the strength. Five million dollars was a lot of money for a bunch of hip, thirty-something-year-old men. Handling the merger would take a lot of their time. Did they want that? A car door closed, and a second later Rod rushed in. She ran

 

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toward him and threw her arms around him. She gave him her best kiss. He might be the deciding factor. “Jillian, sweetheart.” His hands were all over her bottom when Joe and Frank raced out the office. “Rod? Office.” She’d never heard Joe sound so forceful, but she liked it. Rod glanced from Joe to her, pressed his lips together, and followed his two brothers. Damn. What was it going to take to get these men on her side? Alone once again, she walked onto the back patio that opened up to the beautiful desert. Tall sequoia cacti dotted the landscape, and the Santa Catalina Mountains only looked like rolling hills. Every ounce of her being wanted all of them. But would her love for them be enough? Would they be satisfied working during the day, only to come home and share? Would they get jealous after a while? What would happen if one of them wanted to move away? Choosing between the men would be near impossible. Damn questions only caused her stomach to churn. A warm, dry draft shot up her dress and tickled her wet opening. She stepped back inside and paced the living room. Why were they taking so long to decide? She debated pressing her ear to the office door, but if they caught her snooping, they wouldn’t be happy, so she grabbed a second glass of wine. Light-headed from all the stress, she sat on the sofa, wondering if she’d made a fool of herself. From what Clarissa said, men didn’t like easy women. They loved the chase. Damn. She’d messed up again. The door opened and her hand tightened on the glass. The three marched out and stood two feet in front of her. None smiled. Oh shit.

 

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Chapter 11 Rod spoke first. “We accept your offer on a few conditions.” Excitement mixed with trepidation. “Conditions?” She’d given them everything they could possibly want. “No clothing allowed when we’re home.” “What?” Were they serious? From their furrowed brows and intense stares, they must be. Okay, that wouldn’t be a deal breaker. Not having to decide what to wear might be freeing, but she couldn’t help asking, “Why?” Joe scooted next to her and took her hand. “We want what’s best for you. You’re shy. The only way to open up is to be, well, open, naked, and vulnerable.” She supposed there was some logic to their reasoning, though they had short memories. Hadn’t she just opened up to them a minute ago while sitting on the sofa? “And if I have to go out, like to get my nails done?” Did they forget she had to go to work, too? Joe nodded. “That’s fine. We’ll be at work during the day, so you can do as you wish.” The only problem is that when they were at work, she’d be in the lab. She drank the rest of the wine and left the glass on the table. “You said a few conditions.” Rod sat on her other side, his leg touching her thigh. “You do everything we say, when we say it.” “I’ve already agreed to that.” “But if you are unhappy with any of us, you must tell us.” They were concerned about her well-being. Maybe they did really

 

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care for her. “For sure.” Joe stood. “Then I think we should begin your training.” “Training?” Did she really need to learn how to become a slave? “You want to be the most experienced woman in the company, right? To know what every female and every male wants.” She hadn’t thought of her desires that way, but if she could help grow the company, their company, all the better. “Yes.” “Then come.” The three men walked toward the hallway. She loved how Joe always swaggered when he stepped, and how Frank held himself tall. Rod, on the other hand, moved in a more relaxed manner, which was kind of surprising since he needed control more than the other two. Once they disappeared down the hallway, she rushed after them, excited by what they had in store for her. They were standing in front of the rumpus room waiting for her. Her education could now truly begin. Waves of pleasure tightened her nipples and made her naked pussy even wetter. They opened the door and she entered. “Your dress,” Rod commanded. He held out his hand. She lifted her dress over her head and gave it to him. To drive them crazy she used both hands and tweaked her nipples between her thumb and forefinger. “Jillian.” Joe’s gruff response turned her on. “Yes, Master?” She laughed. Rod walked over to the wall and pulled down some kind of sex toy. “We told you to do only what we say. You don’t get to decide. Since you disobeyed, you’ll need to be punished. Get over here and turn around.” His stern tone was laced with excitement. She obeyed, and a second later, Rod wrapped both ankles in soft cuffs separated by a very long bar that kept her legs spread wide. Already the juices flowed. “Bend over,” he commanded. She’d been about to say, “My pleasure,” but she didn’t want to

 

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overstep her bounds. “Frank,” Rod said, “you know what to do.” She saw two black items being tossed through the air. Frank caught the objects and took her hands in his. He wrapped a velvety thong around her wrists. Frank tugged to make sure they were secure. “Comfy?” She tried to close her thighs but found she couldn’t. She was helpless. “Yes.” Shivers of anticipation raced up her legs. He led her over to the table. “I’ll help you up. On your knees, ass in the air. You can rest on your elbows.” She couldn’t wait for what came next. Once in position, one of the men licked her clit, and she clenched her butt. “None of that, young lady. Hold her, Frank.” Hold her? How? She’d barely moved. Frank pulled open her butt cheeks. One of them smoothed a cool lubricant over her puckered hole. Her pussy clenched, knowing the excitement that was to come. Instead of the fingers she expected, one of the men opened her up and wedged in something hard. “What is that?” “It’s called a butt plug. I know Rod has been exploring you, darlin’, but when I do it, you’ll need to be stretched out a lot more. Besides, I want you to dream about what I’m going to do to your sweet ass for the next few days.” She squeezed her butt, and the foreign object forced her mind in one direction. “I can’t walk around with this in me.” “You can and you will.” This time it was Rod giving the command. Joe twisted the plug to get it past the first tight ring. “That feel good?” Nerve endings she didn’t know existed seemed to turn on for the first time. “Yes.” He pushed and pulled, waiting a few seconds between each movement until she relaxed the muscles.

 

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“That’s a good girl.” He drove the plug in farther until the end was seated fully inside her. She wiggled her butt. “This is too big.” “Like I wasn’t?” Rod chuckled. “For your continued insubordination, we will punish you.” A soft whip flayed her ass and was dragged across her clit. She moaned from the pleasure. “You like that, sweetheart?” She loved being punished by Rod. “Uh-huh.” As the soft thrashing continued, Joe appeared at the head of the table. “Move on down here, darlin’.” She scooted forward, and the motion made the object in her butt rub, creating a deliciously new sensation of being filled. He unzipped his pants and his cock sprang forward. “Lick me. Suck me, then you’re going to fuck me with your pussy.” The dirty words held a slight twang and thrilled her. With her hands tied, she only had her mouth to pleasure him. Frank stepped to the side and played with her breasts, massaging the sides and teasing the tips. Rod’s whip continued to stroke her rear and caress her clit as she sucked on Joe’s cock. He gently took hold of her hair and pulled her closer. He bucked and groaned the harder she drew him into her mouth. He was so hard and so needy. She wrapped her tongue around his tip, dragging the end over the slit in the head. He jerked, and she smiled. Drawing in a breath, she dragged her mouth down the length of him, enjoying how the veins pulsated under her caress. With her teeth lightly pressed against his skin, she slowly eased his cock from her mouth. “You like that?” She almost added the “darlin’” endearment. “God, you know I do. Put your sexy mouth on me and fuck it hard.” Yes, Master. She returned to tormenting him, going fast, then slow, eliciting a groan. She could stay this way all day, working her mouth around his huge cock.

 

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“I’m coming, Jillian.” The way he said her name made her increase her speed. Warm cum shot in her mouth a moment later. She swallowed his tasty juice. “Someone was horny.” She grinned, knowing she’d turned him on so much, he could barely control himself. Joe moved out of her field of vision. “Darlin’, you know I need your sweet pussy something bad. After I’ve had that delight, I’ll be dreaming about your other pleasure center. Move aside, Rod. She’s been punished enough.” The lashing stopped. Joe fingered her first then opened her lips wide. He teased her with his tip before he drove into her. In two measly days, it seemed as if she’d grown tighter. “Oh, oh. You’re too big.” For someone who’d just come, how could he still be so hard? The pressure on her tight hole increased as he slammed into her. She couldn’t imagine what it would be like to have two men inside her when one overwhelmed her. He grabbed her butt cheeks and pumped. “You are divine. I could fuck you all day long.” That was music to her ears. “Let us have some, Joe.” Frank sounded frustrated. The pressure at her opening disappeared and another hard cock entered her. The men rotated once more until they all got their fill. She thought one of them would remove her plug and want to enter her bottom, but they didn’t. Maybe she did need to be stretched for Joe. He tapped her butt. “Let’s give our Jillian a rest.” He pulled out the plug. “I thought you wanted me to keep that one in for a few days.” “I can’t wait a few days.” His voice came out strangled. Joe made the removal process erotic and sensual. He twisted the nubby plug over and over again. She was sure his goal was to torment her, not just to remove it.

 

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A popping noise sounded, and she felt the vacancy. To her surprise, she liked the reminder of what was to come. “Let me,” Frank said. Let him what? Frank’s knuckle dragged down her butt. Paper ripped. “I’m going to put in our largest plug. I think that since Rod stretched you out, you’ll be able to handle it.” Instinctively, she tightened her bottom. Frank gave her a light tap. “It will only make it harder if you clench. We have ways to make you stop, but I don’t think you’re ready for figging yet.” Figging? “What’s that?” “It’s when we insert a ginger root. Every time you press down, the root sends out its juices and burns.” “Like negative reinforcement?” “You got it.” That didn’t sound good. “I’ll try to be good.” Frank rubbed her butt nice and slow. Since the lube was all over her bottom, she guessed Frank just lubed the new plug. He eased the tip over her hole and pressed in. As if the men knew the journey might take her breath away, Joe stepped to the side and rubbed and massaged her breasts, while Rod kissed her neck. Their soothing ministrations made all of her muscles loosen. Frank exerted enough pressure to get past the tight outer ring. He pushed a little harder. “You aren’t kidding this one is bigger.” Even though she’d experienced Rod, the large balls along the center created a whole new sensation. Twisting and turning, Frank continued the forward movement. Her walls catalogued every new movement. She swore her pussy got into the action. Once he fully seated the plug, he slapped her ass. “Enjoy.” She moved her bottom. “Oh, no. Now I can’t move without every

 

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cell being stimulated.” Joe laughed. “That’s the purpose, but if you’re going to handle us, you will have to keep it in.” He sighed. “To think we’ve got another thirty days of glorious fucking.” She hoped he meant they had thirty more days of glorious lovemaking. **** After a wonderful weekend of sex, rented movies, and card games, Jillian put on her work clothes and headed into the kitchen to make breakfast. She had to take out the damned plug. She could barely walk straight with it in. The whole lab would know what she was up to. Already her bottom was sore, which had the desired effect of making her want a real man’s cock inside her. Joe was at the table, drinking coffee. “Don’t you look like the CEO?” She grinned at how handsome he was. He tugged on his tie. “Why thank you, darlin’, but why are you all gussied up?” She thrilled over his cowboy talk. “It’s Monday. Since you and Frank agreed to head up Daddy’s business, I thought I’d go into work, too.” Frank walked out and joined them. He kissed her on the cheek. “Hi, pretty woman. Going somewhere?” He patted her bottom. She almost wished the plug were in. The added pressure would have been divine. Joe emptied his cup. “Jillian wants to go back to work.” Frank shrugged. “So?” Joe faced her. “I thought you were going to take a month vacation and stay here with us.” “I appreciate your willingness to indulge me, but I can’t sit home all day doing nothing. I love my job, and you know that.” Joe stood and shrugged, but the movement didn’t seem natural.

 

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“It’s up to you.” He brought his cup into the kitchen and placed it in the sink. After pulling out two plates, he dished omelets onto the plates for her and Frank. Guilt hit her. “You didn’t have to cook. I said I’d take care of all the chores.” “Uh-uh. We’re a team. We do what we can, when we can. Think of us as a family.” Her heart melted. He was the most considerate man. “Where’s Rod?” “He had an early appointment with your dad to talk about buying Catalina Spa. He drew up a business proposal and they’re going over it.” Her pride blossomed. “I think having a fantasy spa is a great idea. Is he planning on using our Sensual Pleasures products there?” Joe’s eyes widened. “I’m not sure he’s thought of that, but what a great concept.” She loved helping. They all finished eating in short order and drove together to the lab. She was convinced they would tell she wasn’t wearing the plug, but she appreciated them not demanding they reinsert the thing. However, she’d miss their sensual act of putting another one in. The thirty-minute trip only seemed like minutes as they chatted the whole way. They asked about her experiments and what new ideas she’d come up with. Her head teemed with different concepts from creams to possible new sex toys. “You will be an amazing asset to the new company.” To be part of this family, if only for a month, sent a wave of endorphins racing through her system. Joe, who was driving, looked over at her for a second. “You want to join us for lunch today?” “I’d love to, but do you think it’s wise? We probably should keep our personal lives separate from our work lives.” He smiled. “Once again, darlin’, you are right on, but how about

 

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an exception just this once. Today will be the only first day on the job we have. I bet I can convince Rod to join us.” “Then I accept.” **** Her work in the lab didn’t go as well as she’d hoped because she couldn’t concentrate on the chemicals. Thinking about the last few weeks boggled her mind. Three amazing men loved her. Okay, maybe they only lusted after her and thought it was love, but she’d convince them they needed her in their lives. Clarissa had called in sick. That was so unfortunate. Jillian was all pent up with no one to talk to. The time would crawl without her friend to chat with, and she was dying to hear about the new job and how Joe and Frank were dealing with Dad. Taking control was her father’s main personality trait, something she’d inherited, but thanks to the men, she was loosening up quite nicely. Her cell rang. It was Frank. “Hey.” “Hey yourself. You ready for a power lunch with the big boys?” She laughed. “Yes. Where do you want to eat?” “You pick.” Each of the men tried to include her in different ways. She loved that about them. “How about the Grill at Hacienda del Sol?” “You do have expensive tastes. I like that. Meet us in the lobby in five?” “Can do.” She took off her lab coat. Underneath, she’d worn a cute yellow sundress for their date. Joe drove. She sat in the front seat while Frank and Rod crammed in the back. She twisted around. “So, tell me what Dad said about buying Catalina Spa.” “He loved the idea.” “How cool is that? Now all three of you will technically be working with Sensual Pleasures.” A real win-win situation. Good

 

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thing all of them didn’t want to be CEO, or she’d have had a real challenge, trying to decide who stayed and who left. “You think they want to sell?” “We already made the offer, and they seemed interested.” She was so happy all of her men were getting what they wanted. Because parking was nonexistent near the restaurant, Joe dropped her off in front, and Rod and Frank volunteered to wait with her while he found a spot. Rod put their name in for a table. After only a tenminute wait, they were seated, which for this five-star restaurant was a real coup. All three talked about work and how they could streamline the business. She tensed at the word “streamline,” praying they weren’t thinking of laying off workers. Her lab was strapped for personnel as it was. Jillian leaned back in her seat and watched the brothers smile and laugh as they talked over each other. The enthusiasm bolstered her spirits. She’d wanted to bring up the topic of children to see their take on the idea, but she didn’t have the heart to cut into their bonding time. More and more of late, her mind had turned to having kids. She dreamed of having many of them so no one child would ever be lonely. Given how loving her men all seemed, she couldn’t imagine any of them not liking the idea, even though at some point, the sex would have to stop. Rod turned to her. “Tonight I think we should all spend the night in the same bed for the whole night. What do you think, sweetheart?” Her pussy tightened. “I’d love it.” For the first time ever, she’d get to snuggle with all three. Joe took her hand. “We’re going to love it more. The boys and I have been talking. We think it’s time we treated you better. For the next few weeks we want to put away the toys and see if we can bring you to new heights ourselves.” She did like electric vibrators but realized they were a crutch. “I’m game.” “Tonight, then.”

 

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Chapter 12 Rod had insisted on fixing grilled salmon, asparagus, and a tossed salad for dinner. The brothers had banned her from lifting a finger before dinner or afterwards. While she sat on the sofa sipping wine and finishing one of the brownies Joe had made, they made short work of cleaning up. All three came out of the kitchen, laughing and joking. In a way, she wished she had joined them just to be part of the group. “I could have helped, you know.” Joe smiled. “What we have planned for tonight, you need to save your energy.” She couldn’t wait for the new adventure. “Then I guess I should get ready.” It was close to nine, and they did have to be up by six for work. Not since her two days of seclusion had she showered alone, so she took her time with the different lotions and potions the men had purchased for her delight. A knock sounded on the bathroom door. “We’re waiting, sweetheart.” Rod sounded calm, but there was an urgency to his plea. She guessed forty-five minutes was long enough to indulge in her spalike experience. She only dried part of her body, hoping the boys would help with the rest. She walked out naked. No use putting on a nightie only to have to take it off. Frank whistled. “Come here, you.” To her disappointment, all three were dressed in pajama bottoms. She had hoped they’d be naked, too, and the touching and kissing

 

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could begin right away. Swaying her hips, she approached the bed. “You called?” Rod smacked his hands together. “The rules should still apply, but for tonight, we’ll put a moratorium on them. You may disobey and be as feisty as you like and there will be no punishment. Does that please you?” Total freedom? “Are you kidding? Yes, but I want my punishments to resume tomorrow. I like when you spank me.” Her cheeks nearly cracked from her smile. She crawled into bed and dropped onto her stomach, hoping for a massage. “You didn’t dry off very well.” Frank took part of the sheet and wiped her back. The mattress moved and then dipped. Joe moved her legs wide, dragged a hand beneath her, and caressed her bare mound. “My, my. So damp.” He swiped the cloth between her legs. “We do need to watch out for you, don’t we?” She laughed. He knew how much the rubbing would excite her. After the cloth disappeared, he flicked a thumb over her overly excited clit. “That feels so nice. Don’t stop.” “You’ll have to wait.” He trailed his hands on the back of her thighs. “Darlin’, I just love your legs.” His strong fingers went to work on massaging her feet. She moaned, the warmth and tenderness loosening her muscles. After standing all day in the lab, her tired feet loved the attention. Her mind shot to the first time he’d played with her toes and soles. The warm stones he’d dragged down the arch had been the start of her sexual awakening. My, she’d come a long way in such a short period of time. She squeezed her eyes shut and planted her face into the pillow. “Heavenly.” Another pair on hands kneaded her butt. “I think you have the best

 

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ass in the world.” She wiggled for him, and a moment later, he slathered lubricant on the tiny hole in her bottom. “Where’s the plug, darlin’?” Oh, shit. “I didn’t want to wear it to work.” “Maybe we’ll have to punish you after all. But since I’m behind you, I’m going to put extra lube on my big cock, too. Do you want me, Jillian, as much as I want you?” She knew Joe wouldn’t cause her any pain even though his cock was thicker than Rod’s. “Yes.” He worked a finger in her hole, past the tight muscles. She didn’t expect her pussy to clench in delight, but it did. “You like that, darlin’, I can tell. Wait until I sink my cock all the way into you. You’re going to come so hard you won’t know what hit you.” She couldn’t wait. The bed sank lower above her head, and strong hands stroked her back. Rod’s smooth fingers did wonders for the knots in the top of her shoulders while Frank’s palms cupped her tits and sent shivers straight to her core. “Jillian, before Joe does his thing on your sweet pink behind, I want you to sit on me,” Rod said. She stilled, her chest caving. “There’s no way that will work.” Joe laughed. “Darlin’, man’s been making love to their women that way for a long time. I promise you will be filled with more love than you’ve ever had before, and you’ll love it.” Rod squeezed her tits and her thoughts shot to a different direction. She knew she loved all three men and wanted to have all of them. This might be the only way. “What do I need to do?” Rod grabbed his cock and dragged it along her cheek. He grinned and dropped onto his back, then pulled her on top of him. “Now spread those luscious thighs and come on up to my mouth. I need a taste of your sweet honey before I take you.”

 

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“Darlin’, do what he says and get ready for my cock in your tempting ass.” She scooted over Rod’s mouth and his tongue latched onto her pussy. Using his talented fingers, he spread her lips wide and sucked hard on her clit. Her juices shot out. “Damn, but you taste good. I can’t get enough of you.” Frank got in the mix. He dragged his hands over her tits and massaged the tips while Rod did wondrous things to her pussy. “You are so beautiful and gentle, sweetheart. Have I told you I love you?” Yes, but she never got tired of hearing it. “I love you, too.” She adored Rod’s steely control and how he was always aware of just what she needed and when. She reached out and cupped Frank’s balls, rolling them in the palm of her hand. He groaned, sending her to higher heights. “Rod,” Joe said, “I gotta have her.” Joe’s plea must have registered, because Rod took hold of her shoulders and dragged her mouth to his. “Sit on me, princess.” She grabbed his cock and eased down on him, her slick juices making his passage a little easier. Probably the longest of the brothers, Rod took up her whole insides. Joe spread her legs apart and placed a hand on her back. “Lift your ass a little, so I can join in the fun, darlin’.” She didn’t quite understand how all this worked, but she moaned when he added one more finger into her bottom. He wiggled them, spreading her wider. With Rod inside her pussy, there couldn’t be any room for him, but he proved her wrong when he wedged open the round muscle and edged his way in. Her breath caught. She must have squeezed Frank’s balls too hard because he grabbed her wrist. “Easy.” “Sorry.” Joe held onto her cheeks and pressed in farther. Like a saw

 

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working its way through the wood, Joe eased in and out, making more progress with each round. She opened up as wide as she could, thrilled at all the new sensations coursing through her. Just then Rod penetrated deeper. She tensed, unable to believe she had two men inside her, the cocks a thin skin apart. Joe rubbed her back. “Relax that pink little bottom for me, so I can get all the way in and take you like I’ve dreamed of.” He wasn’t all the way in? She tried to do as he asked. As one plunged in, the other withdrew partway, as if to give each other room. They were like an oil rig, plunging and diving at alternate times. Gently, Frank turned her head and she was presented with a magnificent cock. Opening her mouth, she drew him in. “That’s it. Suck my cock.” Jillian had never been more filled with love than at that moment. Her men were gentle but demanding. The rhythm increased, becoming more urgent as they brought her higher and higher, almost as if she were on a plane ready to jump to the ground below. “I’m coming, sweetheart.” Already? She wasn’t there yet. Ron’s cock engorged and his hot seed blasted her walls. As if the men could sense each other’s needs, Frank grabbed the back of her head and spilled his warm cum into her mouth. He pulled out to let her swallow. The salty seed tasted exotic and rich. “Come for me, Jillian.” Joe grabbed her cheeks and pressed in so far his balls slapped against her bottom. Blood screamed through her veins. She squeezed her eyes shut. “Oh, my God. Oh, my God.” Like taking the final plunge, her climax shattered and rocked her. With two more pumps, Joe exploded inside her. Never had she experienced anything like that. When she opened her eyes, Frank turned her head and kissed her

 

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with heated desire. “I love you, Jillian Masters.” She was too spent for the words to really register, but she knew the truth when she heard it. “Ditto.” Rod pulled her closer and planted a slow, sensual kiss on her lips, too. “That good for you, sweetheart?” “Oh, yeah.” Frank helped her roll onto the bed. “How about we all try to get a little shut-eye? I’m thinking a little early morning workout might be in order for me. I want your pussy something fierce. It’s only fair to let you rest some.” She liked that idea, only she didn’t have the energy to open her mouth and say the words. After each of the men took turned cleaning her, every muscle in her body was so relaxed that she drifted off to sleep in seconds. Frank’s snoring woke her. She had no idea the time, but rejuvenating energy raced through her. Rod had one arm draped over her stomach while Frank’s leg covered her calf. Only Joe was off to the side. She had to pee and tried to slip out from under them as slowly as possible. Rod’s fingers tightened their grip. “You running away, sweetheart?” She giggled. Like she’d ever run from them. “I have to use the bathroom.” She kept her voice as soft as possible. Rod lifted his arm and she slid to the end of the bed. She expected her anus to be more sore, but between the lube and Joe’s tender care, she was able to move. By the time she returned, someone had turned on the small bedside lamp. 5:00 a.m. Close to the waking hour. Rod was propped on his elbows and Frank on his back, hand supporting his head. My, but that pair caused her whole body to take notice. Joe’s back faced the middle of the bed. From the soft snores, he was zonked out. Rod patted the bed between them. Excitement coursed through her. My God. They both had raging hard-ons. Guess she was in for another e-ticket ride. Though she was

 

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a little tender in all parts of her body, she had to have them. Even if she kept her eyes closed, she’d be able tell which man was inside her, their rhythms as different as the men themselves. Instead of letting them be the aggressors, she crawled on her knees and took both of their cocks, one in each hand. Tension rippled through them, giving her a huge sense of satisfaction. “I want to give my all to each of you, but I don’t multitask well, so I’ll alternate if that works for you.” She glanced between the men. “We’ve told you countless times how much we love to watch you please the other person. Knowing we’re next makes it all that more exciting.” Rod’s frankness appealed to her, though no matter what she said, he always found a way to make it sound good for the brothers. Bottom high in the air, she took Rod’s cock in her mouth and sucked hard. He grabbed her shoulders and pressed upward. With soft pressure, she ran her teeth along the length of him. “You’re killing me, sweetheart.” Good. Each of them deserved to know what it was like to want something and have to wait for release. She sucked and stroked, content to hear Rod’s breath grow more ragged, until Frank licked her moist slit. That was so not fair. The breath whooshed out of her. The faster Frank went, the harder she stroked Rod. When her climax grew to a point where she was about to come, she straddled Rod, hovering over him. “You want it?” He nodded, his mouth open. She leaned over and kissed him hard. She would have continued kissing him for a while had Frank not dipped two thick fingers into her. Already close to the brink, she tilted her pelvis down, forcing Frank’s fingers to slip out. She guided Rod’s cock into her and rode him hard. His hands on her hips, he dictated the speed, going faster. Faster. Faster. Rod’s fingers dug into her waist. He groaned and shot his cum into her in no time at all. “Oh, my God. I want to wake up every morning this way.”

 

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He’d come too fast for her. She needed her own relief and turned to Frank. He slipped off the bed and wiggled his fingers for her. She strutted toward him. As soon as she neared, he pulled her toward him. “I love to watch you fuck, and I love how your eyes narrow and your mouth drops open.” He slanted his lips across her and dragged his hands down to her butt. “What you do to me.” His hands slipped under her ass, and he lifted her to his waist level. “Wrap your legs around me.” She happily obliged. He guided her down onto his rock-hard erection, and waves of contractions consumed her. This morning, at least, he seemed thicker than the other two, and his size stretched her. God, she loved his rigid dick. Hands around her waist, he lifted her high before drawing her down again, sending his cock to the ends of her wall. She leaned back, offering him her tits. “Suck me.” Frank obliged, gently biting her peaks. Electric bolts raced to her core. Fucking and sucking were her two favorite pastimes. “You like that?” More than he could know. She nodded. Using her legs, she helped dictate the speed until her orgasm took over her soul and shot through her body. “Sweet Jesus.” “Oh, baby.” Frank’s strong fingers clasped her butt hard as he came again, too. She collapsed onto his shoulder and hugged him tight. “You were amazing.” “You read my mind.” “Darlin’?” Jillian dropped her legs to the floor, almost surprised her weak knees held her, and turned to the bed. Joe grabbed hold of his cock. “Good morning.” “I see the three of you have been having quite a ride. Got time for me?”

 

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Chapter 13 Clarissa called in sick again and spoke with someone at the switchboard instead of contacting her directly. Jillian was a little upset with her friend. This was the third day in a row she’d not come into work. Damn. Clarissa never stayed home, even when she’d had the flu. Jillian hoped she was okay. She needed her assistant at work, in part to help with the delicate test, but also to share in the continuing adventure with her men. After three hours of trying to get the polymer the right consistency, Jillian decided she needed a break. In the locker room, she called Clarissa. “Hello?” Her friend’s voice sounded scratchy. “Clarissa, it’s Jillian. How are you?” She sniffled. “It’s bad, Jillian. It’s Mom.” That meant Clarissa might not be ill. “Tell me.” She parked her bottom on the wooden bench. “Mom got this terrible pain in her chest three or four nights ago. I took her to the emergency room, and they said she’d had a heart attack. On top of everything, she had a stroke this morning and can’t move her right side. Oh, Jillian. I don’t know if she’s going to make it.” Her coworker’s voice shook. Her own heart beat too fast. “Oh, Clarissa, I’m so sorry. Are you at the hospital now?” “Yes. I can’t leave her. You understand, don’t you?” “Stay as long as you need, but promise to keep me in the loop.” Now wasn’t the time to discuss with Clarissa why she hadn’t explained the situation earlier.

 

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“I will. I need to go. Mom is motioning to me with her good hand.” That was so sad. Sick in the pit of her stomach, she hung up. Poor Clarissa. Her own father’s medical issues rose to the surface. She prayed he’d take care of himself now that Joe and Frank were running the show. Liquid leaked out of her eyes at both tragedies. Work didn’t hold such an appeal, knowing her friend was suffering. Before she could decide what to do, her cell rang, jolting her out of reverie. She didn’t even look to see who was calling. “Hello?” Her voice cracked. “Jillian, darlin’, something wrong?” Joe had never met Clarissa, so there was no need to let him know about her friend’s dire situation. She was sure he had enough on his plate. “I’m good. What’s up?” “Can you come to the office? Frank and I need to talk to you about something.” “Sure.” She hung up and blew her nose. After placing her lab coat in her locker, she checked the bathroom mirror to see the damage. God, she looked a mess with her red eyes and flushed face. She ran concealer under her eyes, but that did little to help. She looked far from her best, but it was all she could do at the moment. As she entered the office suite, she waved to dad’s secretary, or rather Joe and Frank’s secretary now, and went into the office. While the furniture remained the same, the air smelled lemony, as if Joe had waxed the furniture. “Hi.” Joe stood, and her panties dampened. Why did he have to look good enough to eat? “Let’s go to the conference room.” Uh-oh. He gave her no wink and no smile. This couldn’t be good. She debated kissing him but knew if she began, she might end up spread-eagle on the desk with his throbbing cock inside her. Wouldn’t that be a nice afternoon interlude, though? His tight jaw told her no

 

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aspect of hanky-panky would be in the cards today. She’d try again tomorrow. Joe waited by the door for her, and together they went to the conference room. His silence bothered her, but perhaps he was working on an idea and needed to focus. Inside, Frank and Mr. Winters, the CFO, were sitting next to each other. She thought Frank might greet her with a kiss, but he merely glanced at her, tossed her a brief smile, and returned his attention to the papers in front of him. Her insides churned. Something bad must have happened. “Is Dad okay?” Joe pulled out the chair for her and she took a seat. “Yes. As far as we know, he’s fine.” He sat at the head of the large oval table. “Let’s begin. We’ve been analyzing the financial stability of the company and have found Sensual Pleasures is losing money to the tune of fourteen million a year.” Her breath lodged in her throat. That couldn’t be true. Dad lived a lavish lifestyle but claimed the company made a ton of money and was even considering taking it public. She shot a glance at Mr. Winters. “Is that possible?” “I’m afraid so, Jillian. Your dad wanted to hide the fact that the R & D department is, well, sucking the company dry.” Her heart stopped. “Without the research, the company would have no products. They need us.” Surely they understood. Mr. Winters patted his brow with a clean, white handkerchief. “We know we need research, but outsourcing to China makes more financial sense.” The loud buzzing inside her head blocked his next explanation. His mouth moved, but her mind refused to listen. “What will happen to us?” To Clarissa and her mom, to Stanley, whose wife was pregnant with their third child? To me? “We will give each of you two weeks notice and a six-month severance package. Given the economy, that’s more than generous.”

 

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Her throat constricted. “Does Dad know?” “Yes. He never had the heart to close down the lab before. He knew it was your life. That’s part of the reason why he sent you to the spa, to give you more experience, to groom you for the marketing department.” Her brain couldn’t synthesize the enormity of what he was saying. Joe spoke up. “We know how much the lab means to you.” “No, you don’t.” “Jillian, let’s not make this more difficult than it needs to be. We would really love to have you head up marketing. Your ideas so far have been dead-on. Please consider our offer. You salary would be boosted by twenty-five percent.” Money meant nothing if she couldn’t do research. She’d find another lab job. No one was going to tell her how to live her life. She pushed back her chair and stood. “Gentleman.” She made eye contact with each of them, or tried to. Frank wouldn’t meet her gaze. “I’ll need time to decide. I’ll let you—” Vomit rolled into her mouth before she could finish her sentence. She spun around and walked as casually as she could out the door, concentrating on not getting sick in front of them. Tears streamed down her face. Wiping her cheeks with the back of her hand, she dashed into the hallway and ran to the stairs, not wanting to run into anyone in the elevator. How could her world have turned upside down in ten minutes? Somehow, she made it to the locker room. After rinsing her mouth, she dashed outside. Damn. Joe had driven, and her car was at his house. Not caring how much it cost, she called a cab. Twenty minutes standing in the hot sun only added to her misery, but it also increased her resolve to make things right. Her dad had loved her enough to keep the lab running. Joe and Frank only cared about the damned bottom line. Fine. Let them have it their way. She’d find a way to survive on her own.

 

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The cab ride took forever and cost close to a hundred bucks, but at least she now had her own ride. Joe hadn’t given her a key to the house, so she was unable to gather her few things. It didn’t matter. It was only stuff. Back inside her home, the air was stuffy and hot. She turned the AC to high and poured a glass of wine. How was she going to break it to her staff that their lives as they knew it were basically over? Cool Clarissa would become unglued. With a sick mom to take care of, how would she be able to pay the bills? Both she and Clarissa had degrees in chemistry, but that wasn’t very marketable. Damn it to hell. Why did this have to happen now? At the moment, she couldn’t recall the location of another research lab that was looking to hire. She could teach, but without a teaching certificate, high school would be out. Being with collegeaged students was not her idea of fun. At a university, she’d have to spend more time writing papers than teaching, and she sucked at putting her thoughts into the written word. She stretched out on the sofa and guzzled the wine. Maybe they’d lied and hadn’t gotten permission from her father to outsource the research. She picked up her cell. Dad answered on the third ring. “Jillian?” His voice sounded weak. “You okay? You sound shaky.” Voices sounded in the background from a loudspeaker. Two women were talking nearby. “Where are you?” “I’m in the hospital.” Her gut nearly exploded. Joe had said Dad was fine. Was this just another one of his lies? “Why?” “My kidneys are failing.” How could that happen so fast? “You going to be okay?” “I gotta go. This nurse is fussing at me. They need to run more tests.” “Which hospital? University Medical?” “Yes. This may take a few hours, so don’t visit.” He hung up.

 

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He forgot to say good-bye, but he did have a nurse fussing at him. She was sure he meant not to visit right now, not never to visit. Too numb to move, she set the glass on the table, deciding to give up drinking. A clear head was a must if she was to survive. Her life was like the sludge at the bottom of recently boiled test tube. Black, gooey, and no good for anything. When she awoke, she noticed four text messages on her cell phone. The beeps hadn’t even woken her. Two came Joe, one from Frank, and one from Rod. Too damned bad. She didn’t read any of them. She knew the content. They were wondering how she was doing. How the hell should she be doing? The men she thought she loved had basically cut out her heart. Surely, they knew that the moment they decided to shut down the lab. Any minute they’d be knocking on her door, trying to convince her to reconsider their offer. If she let them in, when they touched her, she’d be a goner. A plan formed. A really good plan.

 

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Chapter 14 After Clarissa spent three days at the hospital, she begrudgingly agreed to go home and meet Jillian, who was waiting there for her. Jillian wasn’t sure how she was going to break it to her friend that neither of them had a job anymore. The severance package would help lessen the sting of rejection, but they both loved the work and thrived on their successes. Jillian paced outside Clarissa’s house, waiting for her friend to arrive. The neighborhood was filled with mostly one-story, adobetype homes, painted green or brown. The lawns were either landscaped with stones, or the owner had cemented the front of the house to the street, leaving holes for an occasional tree. After waiting twenty minutes, Clarissa’s VW pulled into the drive. Her friend got out slowly. Dear Lord. Bags sat under her eyes, and her clothes were wrinkled and stained. Jillian hugged her small friend. “I’m so sorry, hon. Is your mom any better?” “About the same.” She nodded to the house. “I need a shower and a drink. Come on in.” Jillian left her packed suitcase in the car, not wanting to spring her plan on Clarissa right away. Clarissa dropped her purse on the kitchen counter. “You want a beer or something?” “Water’s fine.” “Help yourself. I have to get clean. You know your way around. Relax.” Jillian retrieved a glass from the cabinet and filled it from the

 

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fridge door. The chaise in the living room beckoned her. As she waited, her mind sped. Before her father got sick, her biggest issue in life was how to create the perfect product. Her concerns seemed so petty now. After drinking a second glass of water, Clarissa emerged looking fresh from her shower. “To what do I owe the pleasure? You never just drive out here.” “Get a drink, then come talk with me. I have some news.” “Good, I hope. I sure could use some.” Jillian didn’t answer. Hair wrapped in a towel, her friend returned with a beer in her hand. “I have bad news actually.” Clarissa winced. Jillian outlined what the CFO and Joe had told her. The beer fell from Clarissa’s fingers, but she managed to pick up the bottle before too much had leaked out. “I’m so clumsy.” She jumped up and raced to the kitchen. Jillian wanted to comfort her but understood her friend needed time to confront her demons on her own. Red-eyed, Clarissa returned with a towel and cleaned up the mess. “I can’t believe I didn’t see this coming. I knew someone had to pay for all the expensive equipment, but I thought the revenue was good enough to cover the costs.” “Me, too. We’ll figure something out, I promise.” She waved her beer. “At least I won’t have to ask for a sabbatical while I take care of my mom.” “There is that.” For the next hour they discussed options. Clarissa kept coming back to the marketing job. “You at least have a job if you want it.” Jillian was happy her friend didn’t harp on the fact her father basically owned the company and that she would be set for life. “I don’t want to work for those traitors. I want to find another lab.” Clarissa nodded. “What did your dad say about the closing?” “I called to see if he’d been in the loop and found out he’s in the

 

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hospital.” “Oh, no. What happened?” “I’m not quite sure. They’re doing tests now. Kidney failure, he said.” Clarissa shook her head. “Maybe we should go into nursing or elder care.” She chuckled, but her laugh held no joy. “I have a favor to ask you.” “Anything.” “I don’t want any of the men to find me, as I’m not ready for their persuasive tactics. I know they could talk me into taking the job at the company if they came in person. Once they touched me, I’d cave. Right now I’m so mad at them, I don’t want anything to do with those three.” Clarissa’s eyes lit up. “How about moving in here? It would be great. We could both job hunt, and if Mom has to move in, we could take turns watching her.” She clasped her hands together. “Oh, Jillian, it would help me out so much.” Clarissa’s suggestion was the answer to her prayers. “I was hoping you’d ask.” For the first time today, her spirits lifted. **** When Jillian entered her dad’s room, he wasn’t there. At the nurses’ station, she was told her he was having tests done. She needed answers. “Then I need to speak with my father’s renal specialist.” The young nurse smiled. “I’ll page him.” Jillian stepped away from the desk so as not to block anyone else’s access. She leaned against the wall, getting more depressed by the moment. “Ms. Masters?” She turned. “Yes.” The short, white-haired man’s nametag read Dr. Paul Clemens.

 

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“I’m your father’s doctor. Please come with me.” He led her over to a desk on the side of the hallway and dragged a chair from another desk. He motioned she take a seat. “How is my father?” “I’ll be honest. One kidney had already failed, and the second one is going.” “He was fine a month ago.” His lips pressed together. “I won’t lie to you. Your father is a sick man. Two of his arteries are clogged, but that’s the least of his problems. Kidneys fail sometimes. Your father needs a transplant soon, or he could die.” Her stomach rebelled and her breath whooshed out of her. “How… how long does he have?” “We can’t give an exact time, but the sooner he gets the transplant the better.” “I’d like to be tested. I’m the closest relative. My father was an only child, and my grandparents are no longer living.” He made notes on his tablet. “I’ll get the test scheduled. Wait here.” She knew bad things came in threes, but losing her job and hearing her father might die were already more than she could handle. No wonder Clarissa looked like hell after learning her mom was so sick. Dear God, the hits kept on coming. Nurses shuffled past. Worried-looking visitors came and went. Dr. Clemens finally returned. “If you go up two floors, the receptionist will get you tested.” He handed her a card with a note on it. “Thank you.” She was strong and hopefully a good candidate for a match. Mercifully, the wait was short. They drew blood and asked her a series of questions, one of which jarred her. “Are you or could you be pregnant?” She’d had sex every day for a month. “It’s possible.” “Have you taken a home pregnancy test to check?”

 

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She didn’t want to get her hopes dashed when the stick said she wasn’t pregnant. “No.” “Well, you can’t donate an organ at this time if you are.” Her heart skipped a beat. “But I don’t know if I am.” “Have you missed a period?” “I am late, but I’ve been under a lot of stress right now. I didn’t think much of it.” Ripples of concern clamped down on her stomach. Yes, she wanted a child, but not now. Her father needed her. “The blood test will confirm whether you are or aren’t.” The nurse stood. “I’ll ask them to hurry.” She came back half an hour later and smiled. “Congratulations, you’re pregnant.” Joy should be spreading through her, but too many images bombarded her. Her dad’s disappointed face when she told him why he might not live because of her indiscretion. Secondly, she’d be linked to those traitors for life. She loved each of them, which would make their rejection all that much worse when she told them about the baby. How would they react? Hell, how did she want them to react? Part of her wanted to hide and not even let them know one of them was a father, but another part wanted them to share in her joy. “Ms. Masters. Are you all right?” “Yes. It’s just that the timing isn’t good.” “It never is in cases like these. You’ll have to wait at least six months after you deliver before you can donate.” “Can he last that long?” “You’ll have to ask the doctor. I’m sorry.” “So now what?” “We’ll look elsewhere for a match.” For him and a thousand other deserving people who needed a transplant. With her head held high, she marched toward her father’s room to give him the bad news. Seeing him weak would kill her, but she’d put on a good front and not show how afraid she was of him dying.

 

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**** Clarissa got back to her house about twenty minutes after Jillian did. They hugged and discussed the health of their respective parents. “So are you going to donate a kidney to your dad?” She looked hopeful. “I can’t.” “Why not?” Could her friend forgive her for having a child out of wedlock? “I’m pregnant.” She held her breath, waiting for the recrimination. “That’s great. Isn’t it?” “I don’t know yet. I really wanted to help my dad. Now I can’t.” “That sucks. What did the boys say?” Jillian chuckled at Clarissa’s adoption of the name “the boys.” “I haven’t told them.” She sipped her beer. “You have to at some point.” “I know, but not now. I might miscarry. I want to wait.” “How far along are you?” Her dates were fuzzy, but she estimated the best she could. “Maybe a month or a little more.” “So now what?” “We look for a job.”

 

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Chapter 15 “Maybe we should call the cops?” Joe paced the office. “She’s hiding. That’s all I can think of. She won’t return our calls. She’s not home, nor is she at her dad’s. Where could she be?” Coolunder-fire Frank wasn’t living up to his reputation. Joe snapped his fingers. “I think I know. You want to come with me?” “Hell yes.” He’d spoken with all the lab techs a few days ago, but they said they knew nothing. However, each had mentioned how tight Jillian and Clarissa seemed to be. Neither had come to serve out their last two weeks on the job, which made him suspect they might be together. The company database provided an address. He debated calling first but figured a surprise visit would be better. Frank slid into the passenger seat. “I can’t believe how much I think about her and how much we hurt her.” Joe slapped the wheel. “We fucked up. I should have shown her the figures and let her come up with a plan. She would have seen how much the lab was sucking the company dry. I know she would have listened to reason. But did I do that? No. I forced the decision down her throat. Shit.” “It’s not your fault. I never saw it coming either. The way she stormed out of there, we cut her deep. Almost as much as when she found out her dad had hired us to seduce her.” He let a small smile escape. “God, that seems like forever ago.” His reminiscing ended as he pulled onto I-10, heading for Clarissa’s house. He snapped his fingers. “You know, she could be at the

 

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hospital with her dad. The nurse told us Jillian had spoken with him and that she spends quite a lot of time there.” “She could be there now. I’m sure she’d get tested to see if she’s eligible for a kidney donation.” “We’ll pass the hospital on the way. We’ll stop there first.” When they arrived at Bill’s room, Jillian wasn’t there. Hooked up to some bags, the former CEO didn’t look so good. His skin color was closer to gray than pink, and his head lolled to the side as if it took too much effort to keep it straight. Bill gave them a half smile, but from the way his mouth shook, it took all of his effort to put up the good front. “So you managed to piss off Jillie real bad, I hear.” So she had been there. “Yeah, I’m afraid so.” They pulled up seats. “Her tolerance for getting the shaft is rather low.” Now there was an understatement “She tell you she’s pregnant?” Joe’s insides nearly exploded. She was pregnant? Shock collided with joy at the outstanding news, but it would have been so much better if Jillian had told them first. He chanced a glance at Frank, whose eyes were wide. “No. But then again, we aren’t on speaking terms.” “Too bad. From what I hear, she cares for you.” He waved a hand. “Oh, her words say she wants nothing to do with any of you, but I know my little girl. She’s hurting bad and is lashing out at you. I told her the R & D center was Sensual Pleasures’ albatross, but she still thinks you could have kept it going if you’d wanted to.” “We messed up.” “Yes you did, but don’t make it any worse by mentioning her little secret. Let it be a surprise when she tells you.” “We will. Did she seem happy about the baby?” “I think so, but she was also upset because now she can’t donate a kidney to save me. I told her not to worry, that I’d lived a good life, but she wouldn’t listen. My daughter is stubborn like that.”

 

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Didn’t they all know it. “I’m sure something will pop up.” After they discussed the company’s progress, Joe and Frank shook his hand. They’d walked halfway down the hall before he stopped and faced Frank. “I think I might know how we can prove to Jillian we aren’t the bad guys here after all.” **** Jillian spent all her time at the hospital or searching online for a job. Maybe it was the new hormones in her body, but depression weighed heavily on her. Most of the time, she pined for her men, while the other half of the time she stayed mad at them. Close to a week later, her dad called. “Jillian, I have great news.” For the first time since his hospital stay, his voice held some cheer. She sat up straighter. “Tell me.” “We found a donor.” Her heart nearly burst. “Yes! Who?” Some long-lost relative, maybe? “The hospital won’t divulge that information. It could be the man on the moon, for all I care.” She fell back against the sofa seat. “So when is the operation?” “Tomorrow at noon. I hope you’ll be there when I wake up.” “You know I will.” She couldn’t believe her father needed her. The recent loss of her job seemed meaningless in the big scheme of things. She’d get her dad back and have a baby to take care of. Life was going to be good. When she turned thirty, which would be in a few months, her trust fund would kick in. While she didn’t have to work, she wanted to have a purpose in life. Her baby would give her that. Now if only Clarissa could find a silver lining too. Since her friend was spending all her time with her mom, Jillian didn’t want to bother her with the good news about her dad, especially when her the mother-daughter

 

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time might be limited. The next morning, she arrived at the hospital just in time to hug her dad as the nurses rolled him into surgery. “I’ll be waiting for you when you get out of recovery.” He grasped her hand. “I know I never say this enough, but I’m proud of you. You’ll make a great mom.” Tears welled on her lashes. “That means a lot, coming from you.” She watched them wheel him away, confident he’d come through the operation. She had her Kindle with her, but right now, she was too fidgety to concentrate on much of anything. Her novels were all romances, and those held little appeal, as they’d remind her of what would never be. The doctor told her the operation would take about three hours. That would be the longest three hours of her life. She sat in the waiting room and must have dozed, waking only when someone shook her shoulder. Snapping to attention, she looked up. The doctor stood over her with a smile on his face. “All went well. You’ll be able to see him shortly, but he’ll be groggy. He needs his rest.” She’d promised herself that if he survived, she’d bury her grudges and live life to the fullest. That life might not include her three lovers, but they did have a right to know about the new life growing inside her. After staying with her father for a few hours while he slept, she headed home for dinner. Starving the baby wouldn’t be wise. Clarissa greeted her at the door. “So?” “It’s all good.” They hugged. “I have good news, too. Mom regained some feeling in her arm today.” “That’s awesome.” Jillian went inside and got a cold glass of water. Clarissa’s phone rang. “Hello?” Her mouth dropped open. She mouthed that it was Rod.

 

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Jillian shook her head then held up her hand. Telling the men about the baby was the right thing to do. “I’ll talk with him.” She took the phone. “Hi, Rod.” “Oh, Jillian, sweetheart, it is so good to hear your voice.” You, too. “What’s up?” “Joe needs you.” She needed him too, but she refused to give in. He’d betrayed her. “So?” “No. I mean Frank and I need your help to take care of him.” Her skin turned clammy. “I don’t understand.” “You don’t know, do you?” Her legs weakened. She walked over to the sofa and sat. “What happened? Is he hurt?” Her chest walls squeezed tight. If anything happened to them, she’d be devastated. “Joe donated his kidney to your father.” She nearly dropped the phone. “Joe?” The whole idea that someone would be that selfless overwhelmed her. Their betrayal and Joe’s generosity didn’t compute. “Jillian. We love you. We want you in our lives. Joe believed the only way to prove to you how much you mean to us was to do something for you. We all got tested, but Joe’s kidney provided the best match.” Her heart wouldn’t stop pounding. “I’m speechless. That’s amazing. Where is Joe now?” “He’ll be home tomorrow, but Frank and I have to be at work during the week and we thought—” “That since I was unemployed I could take care of him?” He drew in an audible breath. “Well, yes. Would you mind?” No way could she say no. “You can count on me.” A loud breath whooshed over the phone. “That’s great. Joe will recover in no time, knowing you’re here.” Until he finds out she’s pregnant. “I’ll come over tomorrow then.” “Say nine?”

 

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“I’ll be there.” Jillian clasped the phone to her chest after he hung up. Rod sounded good. Clarissa stood over her and smiled. “Tell me.” She told her friend about Joe’s sacrifice. “I still can’t believe he’d give up a kidney to save my dad.” Clarissa dropped onto the seat next to her and took her hand. “This is fantastic news. A person can say they love you, shower you with gifts, treat you nice, but to donate a kidney to a person’s father? Now that’s devotion.” A grin spread across her face. “Yeah, I guess it does mean that.” She clasped a hand on her belly. “I wonder how they’ll feel when they learn I’m pregnant.” “You don’t have to tell them until you begin to show.” She squeezed Clarissa’s hands. “You’re right.” Jillian popped up. “I need to pack. I’m going to be with my boys again.” She’d have sex, sex, and more sex—even if it was only with two of them. **** Anxious to see all three, Jillian waited for someone to answer Joe’s front door. Rod opened up. “Jillian!” His short hair was wet either from a shower or from taking an early morning dive in the pool. Barefoot, he had on board shorts and looked like when she’d first met him, handsome, hunky, and good enough to go down on. “May I come in?” “I still can’t believe you’re really here. You look radiant.” Because I’m pregnant. “Thanks. You look good, too.” How awkward was this? He leaned over and kissed her cheek. “Can I get you something to

 

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drink? A soda? Water?” When had he ever offered something other than a beer or wine? This was going to be harder than she thought. How could she mask the morning sickness? Even when the other two were at work, Joe might hear her vomiting in the morning. “Water’s good.” She looked around. Rod came back with her drink. “I didn’t expect you two to still be living here.” Now that I’m not here. “Frank and I moved out after you left, but with Joe’s operation, we decided it best if we helped out when we could. He’s the only family we have.” So they didn’t include her. She refused to let his comment get to her. “Your stuff in the car?” She nodded. “I can get it later. Can I see him?” “Joe? Sure. You know the way. We just brought him home.” Halfway to his room, Frank came out of the office. “You’re a sight for sore eyes.” He gave her a hug like the type you give your sister, then stepped back. She could have sworn he ran a gaze down the length of her, but he made no comment. Goose bumps shimmied up her arms. “You’re looking good, Frank.” Boy, did he ever. His shirt was open at the throat, and his torn jeans hung low on his slim hips. It was quite the different look from his usual, elegant style, but then it was Saturday. She waited for him to make a move, but he just stood there. Don’t you want to kiss me? Touch me like only you know how? “I was on my way to see Joe.” “Yeah. I’ll let you do your thing. Glad you’re back, if only for a while.” Only for a while? So was she only a free babysitter to them? When Joe got back on his feet, would they boot her out? One more reason not to tell them she was pregnant. She didn’t want them to feel sorry for her and allow her to stay. She was no pity case.

 

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After tapping on Joe’s door, she entered. He was asleep, looking like an angel. A lock of his blond hair had flopped over his forehead, and she itched to touch him. Why didn’t she? She wasn’t going to get any satisfaction from the other two. She knew Joe loved her if he’d sacrificed so much for her. She tiptoed over to the bed and sat on the corner. She reached out to fix his hair, when his green eyes flashed at her. He smiled and her heart soared. “You came.” “Of course I came. You know you didn’t have to donate a kidney just to get me here.” “Oh, yeah? We tried everything else.” His eyelids drooped. They talked for a few more minutes, but it was clear Joe was fighting to stay awake. “I don’t want to keep you up. You need to sleep.” “You’ll be here when I wake?” “Absolutely.” He took her hand in his and warmth spread right down to her toes. “You remember the morning when you made love to Frank and Rod, and I was zonked out on the bed?” She’d never forget that morning or the night before when all four of them were joined. “Yes.” “You owe me one.” She had to laugh. “It’ll be a long time before you can cash in on that rain check.” The doctor said her father couldn’t even drive for six weeks, and that if he wanted to go to work, he had to wait a few months. With Joe’s good health, he might be able to have sex after two months, if she straddled him. She stood. “Sleep tight.” “You’re moving back in, right?” “I’ll stay for as long as you need me.” She leaned over and kissed his cheek. If she allowed herself any closer contact, she might not be able to stop.

 

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The men were in the office when she entered the living room. Someone had placed her two suitcases outside her bedroom door. She’d unpack first, then see about enticing the men to some rumpusroom antics. Being in this house brought out all her urges again. Maybe if they saw her naked, servicing herself, they might want to participate. It was a free world. She could do what she wanted, or so she tried to convince herself. Yes, she was mad at them, but holding a grudge wasn’t good for anyone. They had to do what they did. The company was failing. Cutting off the research made sense, but dammit, they could have handled her better. If they’d taken the time to explain the situation in more detail, she might have understood and not reacted so badly. They all needed to work on their communication skills. In truth, she’d run out on them before she gave them a chance to explain. She was guilty of ruining this relationship as much as they were. This pattern had to stop. Starting today, she’d be the old Jillian, loving, sexy, and irresistible. She also wouldn’t jump to conclusions without exploring their reasons further. She unpacked and put on a red silk thong, a pair of short shorts, and a rather see-through white cotton crop top. No bra was required for what she had in mind. Traipsing out in her spiked pumps, she headed straight to the rumpus room, which conveniently sat next to the office. Her moans would surely draw the men in. Hopefully, she could get Frank and Rod to join in her fun. Despite the less-thanwarm welcome, she believed she could bring them to their knees. Literally.

 

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Chapter 16 As quietly as possible, Jillian closed the rumpus room door behind her. She didn’t want to spoil the surprise before she had time to set her plan into action. The far wall looked fuller than before, as if they’d gotten in a new shipment of goodies. Her eyes widened at the possibilities. Yes, she loved the nipplettes and the clit stimulators, but this wasn’t about her. What would turn the men on more? Hmm. Choices, choices. She grabbed what looked like a two-pronged dildo, called a Rabbit. Interesting. After reading the package directions, her face heated up at its promise to please, and her pussy sent out a gush of moisture at the thought of having sex again—even if it was with a plastic robotic device. According to the package, the Rabbit’s ears were designed to tickle her clit, while the spring-loaded cock pumped up and down. She wasn’t sure what the round pearls would do, but she was game to find out. The five vibration levels had to be a good thing, right? After ripping open the package and setting the dildo aside, she ran her gaze along the shelves. Her nipples wanted equal treatment, and the nipple clamps looked like they’d get the job done. She lifted her top above her breasts. She could have sworn they were larger already from the pregnancy and a lot more tender. Unscrewing the threads on the metal device, she placed a nipple under the cool plate and tightened the screw. “Oh, my God.” This gave her such relief. She attached the second clamp in the same manner. Since the two clamps were connected with a long chain, she guessed the men could

 

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pull and tug to give an exquisite reprieve. She was ready. The massage table sat in the corner. She pulled it to the middle of the room and positioned the long end to face the door. She wanted Frank and Rod to get a full view when they came rushing in. Too bad Joe was indisposed. She so wished there was something she could do to give him some satisfaction. She hopped on the table and tested the strength of the nipple clamps by tugging on them. The sweet, erotic pain caused her to moan. Not yet. My God, she acted like she hadn’t had sex in years. Lust bombarded her. She needed the men to help her through this time of need. Strategically placing her shorts so that they rested on one ankle, she lowered her panties a few inches and inserted the Rabbit into her very wet opening. Even with the vibrator turned off, the sensation sent her reeling. She wanted to tug on the chain and plunge the plastic cock up and down. Impatient, she flipped the switch and the dildo took on a life all its own. As if possessed, it plunged and spun. The Rabbit beat against her clit, driving her close to climax in seconds. She had to hold on. The pearl balls spun, shocking her walls. My God, this was divine. Why hadn’t she used one of these wonderful devices before? With her thumb, she upped the power. Her other hand on the chain, she pulled and twisted, enjoying every tug. She lost track of time, of life in general, as the urges washed over her, bringing her closer and closer to a climax. “Yes, yes, yes. Oh, God.” A large hand stilled hers. She opened her eyes. Rod and Frank stood over her. Frank pulled her hand off the dildo and shut it off. Why? Their haunted faces brought her down fast. “What’s wrong?” “You’re asking that?” Rod’s lips were pressed so tightly, his lips had turned white. “What the hell are you doing?” She dropped her hand from the chain. She sat up and planted a

 

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hand on her hip, not even trying to cover her nakedness. “What does it look like I’m doing?” “You shouldn’t be here.” “You invited me.” Now they were really pissing her off. “You could injure yourself.” “Someone spike your Kool-Aid?” Sure, they were worried about Joe, but Rod made no sense. Frank stepped forward. “You’ll hurt the baby.” “Baby?” Rod moved in closer and ran a hand up her thigh. Her thoughts blanked. His touch sent fire through her whole body. “Your dad told us you were pregnant.” “I am pregnant, but I can’t believe he told you.” Yes, she could. Some things never changed. She held her breath, wondering if they’d share in her excitement or toss her out. “We’re worried about you, that’s all.” Rod pulled up her shorts, but they hit interference with her panties. “I can have sex until I’m big and fat, you know, if that’s what’s bothering you.” Rod and Frank looked at each other and grinned. “You can?” “Yes. Is that why you didn’t kiss me when I came in?” Frank nodded. “If I had given you even one kiss, my hands would have taken over and then my hard cock would have demanded admittance into your sweet snatch. I’ve dreamed of being with you for weeks. I know I’d never be able to stop, even if you’d told me to.” Both had bulging erections, and she wanted them worse than anything. “Here’s my condition.” Rod licked his lips. “Name it. It’s yours.” “I don’t want to fuck any of you again.” Their jaws dropped. “What I do want is to make love to you, like a family. I’m not saying I don’t like it hard and fast, but I want to see the love in your eyes. If I want toys, we’ll use toys. If I want all three of you at once, then all three it will be. Deal?”

 

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“We will show you more tenderness than you can imagine. As for love, you already have our hearts, but we’ll try to give you more.” She’d been about to ask Frank to reopen the lab, to show his love, but she realized it was impractical. The company needed to ditch all research. She pulled out the Rabbit and, in its place, dipped a finger into her sopping opening and smiled. In seconds, both Frank and Rod were naked. “Wait.” She held up a hand. “I feel bad for Joe. You said he liked to watch, right?” “Yes, sweetheart.” “How about we wheel him in here. It’ll almost be like having all three of us again.” The men shared glances. “Sweetheart, that would be pure torture for Joe.” “Oh, I don’t know.” She tugged on the nipple chain, sending pleasure right down to her hungry pussy. “I think I can pleasure him without messing with the incision.” “You are one evil woman, but we love you for it.” **** Three months later Joe’s head rested on her stomach. “I can feel something.” Jillian sucked in a breath. “I feel it, too. The baby kicked.” “Joe Jr. is a going to be a bruiser, I can tell.” Rod added a hand on her stomach, his gaze off to the side. “Yeah, yeah. There’s a kick. Rod Jr. will be a world champion diver. I know it.” She glanced at Frank, who was leaning against the door. He’d spent last night with his ear on her belly, excited at each movement. She laughed and pushed them off. “I think we need some sleep or the baby will keep me up all night. And you’ve learned how cranky I can

 

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be when I don’t get my beauty rest.” Even though Joe claimed he was good as new, she insisted he take the outside position on the bed. She didn’t want to kick him in his sleep and chance hurting him. Frank and Rod wrapped an arm around her waist, and she never felt more loved in her life. Joe turned off the light. “You know what we never got around to doing?” She figured he was talking to her. “What?” “Getting married.” She nearly burst. “You’re serious? There are three of you. I can’t pick.” Joe laughed. “I did some research about our situation. All three of us want to marry you, but we know that’s illegal. Most groups have elected to have you officially marry the eldest, and that would be me. All of us will be bound, and we each will consider you our wife. How does that sound?” Frank pushed off from the wall. “I’m up for it if you are.” “Me, too, sweetheart.” She patted her stomach. “I think Ann will appreciate coming into this world as a legitimate member of society.” “Ann?” “I know it’ll be a girl. Ann’s my middle name and has very special meaning.” She would have winked at Rod, but in the dark, he wouldn’t have seen it. Her announcement about her baby being a girl started a whole new argument among the men. She lay down, closed her eyes, and smiled. Life was really good.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR Unlike most other authors, I started writing late in life. Writing stories in high school and college was not for me. Only after I graduated did I fall in love with romance novels. For the next twenty years, I read voraciously. It got to a point where my book-buying habits cost as much as my groceries. At that point, my husband suggested I write a book. Hey, it looked easy, right? All the stories started in the same spot (hero and heroine at odds) and ended the same way (happily ever after). Only it was anything but easy. Eleven years and fifteen completed romantic suspenses later, I finally published. I never would have gotten that far had it not been for two local chapters whose generous members shared their amazing wealth of knowledge.

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