Undercover Fantasy

Fantasy Resort 2 

Undercover Fantasy Tiffany North, a hot but jaded vice cop, is assigned to entrap three hunky men at a fantasy resort suspected of prostitution. She’ll do anything to solve her case, including posing naked. She’s shocked when her decision-making process is shot to hell by the very men targeted in her sting operation. Trent Lawton, a disenchanted lawyer who’s been to hell and back, is one of the suspects. He can’t afford to break the resort rules of no sex with the tempting new client. His brother, Dominic, knows how to get women to do his bidding, but he too won’t risk losing the cushy job. Tempted beyond limits, the brothers recruit their cop cousin, Brandon, to take the little vixen out of her comfort zone. Can the three men discover her hidden agenda before she’s able to lure them all to the dark side? Genre: Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre Length: 36,198 words

 

UNDERCOVER FANTASY Fantasy Resort 2

Melody S. Monroe

MENAGE EVERLASTING

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DEDICATION To Rex, my husband, my inspiration. Without you, I’d never have come this far.

 

UNDERCOVER FANTASY Fantasy Resort 2 MELODY S. MONROE Copyright © 2011

Chapter One “I tell you he raped me.” Officer Tiffany North had spoken to hundreds of rape victims in her five years on Tucson’s Vice Squad, and she could always tell who was telling the truth. Her sixth sense told her Betty Dumfield was not. “Let’s go over what happened again.” Betty pressed her overly large lips together and pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose. Given the fact Betty was five one and at least two hundred pounds, her story had way too many holes to be believable. “After my Harold died, I didn’t want to ever be with another man.” She glanced around and leaned forward, as if she didn’t want anyone else to hear. “Thirty years of marriage kind of sours you, ya know?” Tiffany’s longest relationship had lasted one month. And she liked the guy. Too bad he turned out to be married. “I understand.” “My daughter, Charlotte, thought it would be a nice sixtieth birthday present to send me for a week to the Sensual Pleasures Fantasy Resort. You know the place?” Tiffany shook her head. She knew of the resort all right, but she wanted Betty to fill in the blanks. Betty pointed east, as if Tiffany

 

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could see the mountains through the station’s walls. “It’s right outside Tucson, in the Santa Catalina Mountains.” “Ah, yes.” “They promise to fulfill your wildest fantasy.” Seeing her sister talk and walk again flashed in her mind. That would be her fantasy. “Really?” She typed the information into her laptop. “But your fantasy didn’t include rape.” “No.” Betty slammed a hand against her chest. “All I wanted was a massage.” She leaned closer again and lowered her voice. “In the nude, with two men taking turns.” Tiffany’s fingers stopped moving. “Taking turns?” “Rubbing oil all over me. That’s all.” Her respiration increased. “The men must have gotten overly excited, and instead of stopping with a massage, they took other liberties.” She schooled her features. “Can you describe ‘liberties’? And be explicit. I’ve heard it all.” “I was on a massage table on my stomach with my legs kind of spread. You know the kind, where your face is in the donut hole looking down?” “Sure.” She’d had one massage in her life right before her parents had been killed. They’d given her the salon treatment as a high school graduation present. Betty knitted her fingers together. “Next thing I know something pokes me in between my legs.” Her face heated redder than a monkey’s butt in heat. “Poked you? Was it his penis?” “Yes, it was his thingy.” She scrunched up her nose as if to say penis would be as distasteful as eating a cockroach. Objects weren’t always what they seemed. Tiffany’s pink rabbit dildo felt more real than some guys. “Did he penetrate you?” Betty huffed out a breath that seemed to hold a lot of frustration. “A couple of inches, maybe. I screamed, and he pulled out.” “Did he hurt you?” That’s all that really mattered.

 

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“He would have if I hadn’t stopped him.” Her sympathy meter jumped. “Are you sure it wasn’t a sex toy instead of the real thing?” Betty appeared sheltered and rather naïve. She was someone who might not understand the ins and outs of that kind of resort. Her gaze roamed the ceiling. “I never saw what he put in me, but it sure felt real.” Tiffany typed for almost thirty seconds. “Can you describe these men?” “I can do better than that. I can tell you their names. Trent and Dominic. They were brothers, very polite and more handsome than any two men deserve to be.” She fanned herself and smiled as if she’d time traveled to an earlier life. “I swear if I’d been thirty years younger I would have had my way with those boys, even if there were two of them.” From her smile, Tiffany couldn’t believe they’d raped her. No, this woman had another agenda. Betty wagged a finger. “But they had no right to do that to me without asking permission.” She folded her arms as if that’s all she was going to say about the matter. “You got that right.” If these two men had taken advantage of this vulnerable woman, Tiffany would make sure they paid. “After the rape, did you call 911?” “No.” She pressed her lips together and looked down at her fingers. “I was too embarrassed.” Her voice came out weak. That was not unusual, but damn, without some evidence, this case would go nowhere. “Do you have any proof? Like did the man ejaculate inside you?” Betty winced. “I needed to ask, sorry.” “He didn’t get that far.” Betty grabbed the arm of her chair and squeezed tight. “You don’t believe me, do you?” Her gaze shot down to the left, giving Tiffany more reason to doubt the woman’s story. “I do. I promise I’ll look into it.” Unfortunately, for Betty’s sake, no judge would define what the man did as rape.

 

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“Thank you.” Betty got up, skewed her mouth to one side, mumbled something, and waddled off. Before she had the chance to decide how to handle this request, Sergeant David Hollars marched toward her. Her boss looked none too happy. “I need to see you in my office. I got a disturbing phone call.” “Sure thing.” Oh, boy, now what had she done? He closed the door as soon as she entered his office. “The mayor just called. Seems his sister was raped, and he wants us to handle it discreetly.” “Has she filed a report?” No matter how many cases she’d taken, each incident tore a bigger hole in her heart. “He said she was coming in today.” Tiffany mentally ran through the recent reports. “I just finished my only possible rape for the day. A Betty Dumfield.” “That’s the mayor’s sister.” No way. “Ah, boss. She wasn’t raped.” He arched a brow. “You know this how?” “She claimed two young studs at the Sensual Pleasure Fantasy Resort were giving her a massage and one of them poked her pussy. She screamed, and he withdrew. Since she was on her stomach and didn’t see what he used, I’m not sure he didn’t finger her or use something else. I’m not even sure any of it happened.” “Doesn’t matter what you think. We need to investigate. Take a few days and get me some answers.” “You want me to go undercover or just ask questions?” Last year, she’d spent most of her time posing as a prostitute. Horrible life those girls lead. At least her long, curly, blonde hair, tanned skin, and athletic body made for a good cover. The two tattoos she had were small, but since she had a snake’s head on her inner thigh and a butterfly next to her nipple, no one questioned if she was for real or not.

 

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“Undercover. I looked up the place online. You have to pick a fantasy and you’ll get two or three men to play it out. Your goal is to get them to have nonconsensual sex. Then you nail them.” She knew the drill. So far, she’d never had intercourse while undercover. She’d been lucky and been able to stop the bastards before they got that far. “I got the names of the guys. Should be easy.” She held up a hand. “But I’m telling you, something’s not right. I’ll go just to prove these men are innocent.” “Your ESP working overtime?” He often questioned her gut instinct. So far, she’d not been wrong. “Trust me. These guys aren’t rapists. I’ve known a few women who’ve gone to this resort, and they’ve had nothing but good things to say.” “Find out for sure, but don’t spend too much of the taxpayers’ money.” It was always about the money. Tiffany shrugged and went back to her desk. She loaded the online page to book her fantasy package. “A three-page questionnaire? You have to be shitting me.” The guy at the next desk looked up and skewed an eyebrow. Like he never talked to himself. She smiled oh so sweetly at him and turned back to her computer. She finished reading the instructions and all the waivers. “I’ll give you a fantasy all right.” This was ridiculous. Three pages. She checked her watch. Close to 6:00 p.m. Uh-oh. It was later than she realized. Time for some dinner then she needed to visit Jen. Tiffany could chitchat and fill out the questionnaire at the same time. After all, her sister had taken one of these vacations. Too bad she ended up brain damaged after her beating. Some fantasy that was. After eating a drive-thru dinner, she headed to the nursing home. The time seemed quicker than usual, maybe because Tiffany was running ideas through her head. Before she went to Jen’s room, she stopped at the nurses’ station. “Any change today?” Sally was Jen’s usual nurse. Caring and kind, she took extra care

 

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to see to Jen’s comfort. For that, Tiffany would be forever grateful. “She spoke a few words, though this afternoon she appeared more agitated than usual.” Tiffany’s heart broke every time she came, but Jen had no one else to look after her. “Thanks.” With laptop in hand, she knocked on the door and walked in. Her sister looked up. Half her mouth formed a smile. “Tmm.” Close enough to her name. “Hi, kiddo.” Tiffany leaned over and kissed her cheek. “How’s it going?” Not that she expected an answer, but she asked for her own sake. Jen lifted her hand and rocked her palm back and forth two times. Tiff’s heart soared. For the first few months after the attack, she wasn’t sure her sister understood anything. She pulled up a chair and turned on the computer. “I need your help.” She could have sworn Jen’s eyes sparkled. “W…w…” “With what? I have an undercover job. You won’t believe where. It’s at the Sensual Pleasures Fantasy Resort. You know all about those.” Jen’s supposed spa was north of Phoenix and had long since been shut down, but Tiffany had promised herself she’d do everything in her power to close any place that deceived its clientele. “Fan...fan…” Tiffany smiled. “Fantasy, you got it.” Her pulse raced at her sister’s progress. Tiffany clicked on the link to the questionnaire. “I need to pick a sexual fantasy. Hmm. What would I like? My goal is to entice two supposedly hunky men to have sex with me. Then I’ll arrest their sorry asses when they do.” Jen’s eyes widened. Tiffany snapped her fingers. “Photography. I’ll tell them I want to photograph the surroundings then have them photograph every inch of my body.” She leaned back and smiled. “That’s it. I’ll ask for a Playboy shoot.” Jen’s thumb turned up. Her sister had gotten Tiffany interested in macrophotography, so this was a fitting fantasy. “It says

 

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I have to click on whether I’m into bondage, exhibitionism, public display of affection, et cetera. Dear God. What is going on in that place?” None of those women she’d spoken to had given her many details. “Well, if I’m going to find out any dirt I might as well check all the damned boxes.” **** Hiring Trent and Dominic as her “guides” had taken paying a higher price, but the mayor said he’d kick in the extra funds. Having justice for his sister was his main concern—a concept she totally got. The resort said her particular fantasy wouldn’t be a problem as a lot of women wanted to be a Playboy model, though Tiffany wondered how many of them had the body to pull it off. Her boss thought she was too thin, but in order to look the part for her undercover roles, she ran every day. Most of the men she met thought she had just the right amount of flesh on her body. Don’t be so narcissistic. She couldn’t help it. Her whole life she’d been praised for her looks. Her sister had asked her once if her fantasy man was blind, would she be able to attract him? She shook her head. Probably not. Focus. The real issue she faced was what to wear on this sting operation. Should she dress like a young schoolgirl, all sweet and virginal, or should she pretend to be a whore, ready and willing to fuck and do anything? Hmm. She had checked she liked to be tied up and parade around in front of others. Eeeny, meeny, miney, mo. Maybe she’d go with a combination of the two. She’d start out sweet and shy, pretending as if this were some innocent fun adventure, but she’d bring her “fantasy, dress-up clothes” just in case. She’d act like she had no idea what her skimpy clothes would do to a man. Sounded like a good plan to her since she had no idea what would set off the men. She dug out a rather old digital camera and headed to the desert

 

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resort, ready to nail the bastards. She’d seen the photos of the place but wasn’t prepared for the lush vegetation in the mostly sparse environment. The parking lot to the side of the sprawling estate was half full. Two limousines were parked in front of a fountain that spewed water three feet tall, and the tall white pillars reminded her of some Greek or Roman temple. She got out and inhaled the warm, sweet air. Dressed in a white Oxford shirt and baggy jeans, she pulled her suitcase from the trunk and headed up the entryway, like Alice entering the rabbit hole. A tall, muscular man, dressed in a blue and white polo stamped with the Resort’s logo, raced out the front. “I’ll take that, ma’am.” She tried not to cringe at the formal name. “I’m Tiffany.” She and her boss had decided that since she’d never been to the place before she could use her real name. First only. Last names were forbidden. It made it safer for everyone that way. “Hi, Tiffany. Go through the front. Check in’s on your left. I’ll bring your suitcase to your room.” Well, that was a pleasant surprise. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d had real service. She smiled and stepped inside where the cool air perked her up. Two women and two very hot men were lounging on a long cream-colored sofa in the lobby. One of the men, also wearing a blue-striped polo, had his hand under the woman’s blouse, kneading her breast. Despite working vice, the blatant nature surprised and embarrassed her a little her. Perhaps her shock was because the woman was a good twenty years older than her attractive partner, or it could be that the place looked too respectable for such an act. Christ, maybe she was more of a prude than she thought. She bet the woman had checked the box that included public display of affection. Now Tiffany wished she’d been more selective with her boxes. The second woman was younger than the first by half. She sat on another stud’s lap, kissing her partner with a lot of energy. “Tiffany?”

 

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She jerked out of her voyeurism trance. “Yes.” A tall, thin woman wearing a body-hugging red suit stood in front of her. “Welcome.” Her smile came out genuine. She scrolled through her iPad. “I see you’ve requested a massage. Would you like to freshen up first or head on in?” “Now’s good.” A relaxing massage might take the edge off her tingling nerves. The lobby smelled like spice, nutmeg perhaps, all clean and fresh. This place was totally not what she expected, though if asked, she wouldn’t be able to describe what she thought she’d see. Something seedy, unclean maybe, but not anything this elegant. The woman led her to a spa door. “Go right in and Melissa will give you what you need.” Melissa? Where were all the men who were supposed to have sex with her? From the way her boss talked, she expected a brothel, but instead, this was someplace her mom, God rest her soul, would have enjoyed. After undressing, she slipped into a thick, terrycloth robe and slippers that made her body moan in pleasure. She entered a small dark room filled with Indian-sounding music and scented with musky incense. Maybe now she’d get Trent or Dominic, all naked and hot, to give her more than a massage. Wrong. A female waltzed in, cheery and young. After a fabulous, legitimate deep tissue massage, Tiffany headed to her room with clothes in hand. The moment she stepped inside, she knew she was in heaven. The walls were striped a mellow yellow, and the huge bed had large, comfortable bolsters, but it was the deck that drew her attention. Her first-floor room opened out onto the pool with a view of more mountains in the background. A thousand photographs flashed in her head. Before she had a chance to explore further, someone rapped on her door. Maybe it was the lunch she’d ordered. Wouldn’t her boss have a fit when he saw her bill? She pulled open the door, and her jaw

 

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nearly dropped. A six-foot-two bronzed god stood at her door with a grin the size of the Grand Canyon. In his hand was a tray of sandwiches and fruit. “Tiffany?” She had to swallow to form the words. “Yes.” Without asking permission, he stepped past her into the room. “How about we eat on the terrace? The temperature is a cool eighty and there’s a nice breeze.” We? “And you are?” Damned, she shouldn’t have sounded so hostile. “Trent.” No way. He was her guide? Betty was right. No man deserved to be this good-looking. This seduction was going to be easier than she thought. “Sure, but I need to slip into something more comfortable.” She tugged on her robe. “I wasn’t expecting company so soon.” “You go right ahead and change, and I’ll set up lunch.” He ran his gaze up and down the length of her. She could have sworn his blue eyes could see right through the robe. Damn. She should just drop the covering, right here, right now, and offer to fuck him. No, she wanted this seduction to last a little longer. After all, she was here to prove his innocence. Spinning around, she picked up her unopened suitcase and carried it toward the bathroom. Damn. From the throbbing pulse at her neck, she bet he could see how his broad shoulders and classic face had affected her. When she’d pretended to be a prostitute, the men were skanks. It was easy to turn down that kind of man. But Trent? He was hot with a capital H, and as wholesome as a guy could get. She mentally reviewed his assets as if she were detailing him to a sketch artist. His sandy hair nearly reached his shoulders, like he’d just flown in from the coast of California after playing sand volleyball or spending the day surfing. His muscled chest and firm legs told her he was into working out.

 

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She ducked into the bathroom. The interior stopped her short. It was larger than her apartment. Okay, maybe not that big, but it was more spacious than any bathroom she’d been in. The shower alone could have housed a half a dozen men. Don’t go there. Not wanting to keep Trent waiting, she pulled on virginal white panties and a fully covering lace bra, or as much as a B cup could cover. She slipped on a plain, white buttoned-down shirt, and instead of pants, tugged on a straight blue skirt that covered her knees. For footwear, she chose to go barefoot. It made her look more youthful. Though a month shy of thirty, many would say she looked in her early twenties. As a last attempt to look closer to sixteen, she pulled her blonde hair into a ponytail. No makeup. Just a fresh face. She inhaled and went out to the terrace. Trent lounged on the chair, his long legs naked from the knee down and his polo shirt unbuttoned at the throat. “Hi.” Her throat had turned dry. How could she be nervous? My God. She’d been with killers, sadists, and rapists. His eyes widened. “Hi, yourself. Let’s have a bite, and then you can tell me about your photography needs and wishes.” “Sure.” If she regaled him with all her needs, the sun would set before she finished. At least he hadn’t asked about her fantasy. Or had he? No way would she say she wanted to have mind-blowing sex with the photographer right after he intimately captured her protruding nipples, and then turned that captured image into his computer wallpaper. This was a job, not a real fantasy vacation. She went for the innocent answer. “I love macro shots.” “Really? Me too.” That was a line. “What kind of camera do you have?” He probably owned a cheap Instamatic. “A Canon Mark IIID.” Holy shit. He earned that much money? Full-format cameras were for pros. He might be one, but his professional status wouldn’t be for

 

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picture taking. He lifted the plate of sandwiches for her to choose. She took one and bit into the yummy meal. “Mmm. This is good.” Did she really want to spend an hour having a leisurely lunch when she could be seducing him? “How about we eat quickly and you show me around? I’ll bring my camera, and you bring yours.” Out in the open, she could flirt more easily. “It’s a deal.” She assumed she was calling his bluff, but maybe he was into photography. She debated changing into shorts when they walked about, but a skirt might require him to help her over the uneven terrain. Hands on waist, here we come. After putting on her sneakers, she pulled out her camera. “Ready.” “I wouldn’t be a good guide if I didn’t bring supplies. Give me, say, fifteen minutes?” Like she had a choice? “Okay.” He smiled and his sexy dimples made her almost swoon. Her body regressed to that of a teenage girl’s at her first rock concert, where the lead singer spotted her in the audience and sang the song just for her. “Meet me by the fountain and I’ll take you for a ride you won’t forget.” He winked and she knew he was hooked. Or was she the one about to be reeled in?

 

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Chapter Two Maybe it hadn’t been such a good idea to climb to the top of the ridge in a tight skirt, but when Tiffany arrived, she was glad she’d made it. “The view of the desert below is amazing.” He grinned. He had perfect teeth, a perfect smile, and was all male. “I thought you’d like it.” The only bummer was that she’d needed too much of Trent’s help to make it over the large rocks. The needing help part had been her plan in the first place, but once she got the assistance, her belief system of being self-sufficient took a beating. She must have forgotten that fact when she’d put on the damned skirt. At least her dad would be proud. He used to shake his finger and say, “You’re too damned independent for your own good. No man wants a woman more competent than him.” Maybe he was right. She inhaled the clean mountain air. Time to set her plan into action. Tiffany got down on her stomach, planted the camera on the ground and, using a high depth of field, shot along the mountain ridge, keeping the pretty wildflowers in the foreground. She sat up to check the viewfinder. Damn. The glare from the sun obscured her photo, and she so wanted to see if her exposure came out right. Trent came up behind her. “I got an incredible shot.” He grinned and turned his camera toward her. She cupped her hands around the back of his camera. “Oh, please. That’s just me.” His mouth dropped. “What? You don’t think that’s art?”

 

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“I admit my fantasy was to be photographed, but not here.” She sat up and wrapped her arms around her chest to fend off a sudden breeze crossing her damp skin. He stood and scanned the horizon. “We’re the only ones around. I can’t think of any better background than nature.” He moved his hands in such a way to indicate a woman’s body. “I’d love to take a silhouette of you naked, backlit by the glorious desert sun.” His eyes sparkled as he raised his brows. “What about it?” Her blood pressure dropped. That’s what she was here for, to get naked and, in theory, entrap him into doing something illegal. Yes, she’d listed nude photography as her fantasy, but now that she was confronted with actually “doing” it, she wasn’t so sure she could strip in front of a stranger, albeit a really hot one. What was wrong with her? Being here with Trent, in this pristine land of pine trees, rocks, and magnificent vistas, should have been exhilarating. It was, but removing her clothes seemed, well, wrong somehow. Was it because she was only playacting? Or was it that Trent was merely a hired hand to act like he was attracted to her? Even when she’d gone undercover in depraved areas, she’d managed to keep her panties on. He turned his palms upward as if silently asking why she was taking so long to decide. This is your job. Just do it. “Sure.” Maybe she should play up the virgin role, but where would that get her? The sooner she started to have sex with him, the sooner she could put Betty Dumfield’s case to rest. Tiffany got to her feet, turned her back to him, and unbuttoned her shirt slowly, hoping the striptease would excite him. Once her shirt fell open, she let the thin material float to the ground behind her. The cool breeze licked her skin and sent a quick shiver over her arms. She debated taking off her bra but decided it would be more romantic and enticing if he had to help. Having his strong fingers on her back would be an added pleasure.

 

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When she finally faced him, Trent was inches from her, snapping away. Whoa. He smiled as he clicked. “I like it, babe.” He pushed a few buttons. “Continuous shooting. Why don’t you take off the rest of your clothes and I’ll snap photos of you in the act.” She inhaled deeply to regroup. Standing in her bra was one thing, but could she get totally nude? She’d come this far, but she needed to set limits. There was no way she would attempt to have sex with him up on the ridge, with the wind blowing and the whole world watching. Not the whole world, maybe, but a low-flying airplane could get a good view. Her cop training clicked in. She’d packed her cuffs in her camera bag, but with her extra lenses, there’d not been enough room for her weapon. She knew nothing of this hunky man and what he was capable of, so she’d have to be on guard. If he did force himself on her, which she doubted, and things got rough, there’d be no one to come to her rescue. Bottom line, naked was okay, but not the sex part. Here goes. She stepped out of her skirt and toed it on top of her shirt. Her white bikinis were plain, but they did show off her body. Goose bumps raced up her chest and legs. Leaning over, she untied her shoes and took them off along with her socks. Done. If he wanted her naked, he’d have to do finish the job himself. His finger touched her tattoo. “Darlin’?” “It’s a snake’s head.” Maybe it was too goth for him. “Don’t you like it?” His warm finger traced the shape over and over, each time getting closer to her pussy. “Sure I do. All I can think of is how lucky that snake is to be up close and personal with you all day long.” His grin made her heart ping. He put the camera to his face and took a few shots of her thigh. She surveyed the ground. Where to stand? She bent down to brush away the small rocks when Trent pulled her to a standing position.

 

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“I have a better idea.” He set his camera down, pulled off his shirt and placed it on the ground. He was definitely a man of honor. She couldn’t take her gaze off his rippling pecs and well-developed abs. She’d seen his kind of body in magazines, but never in person. Her pussy dampened from the idea of his hands all over her heated flesh. She stopped short of picturing what else he could offer. “Stand on this so your feet won’t hurt.” She raised her gaze to his face and let his words register. Yes, she was paying him to bring her up here and fulfill her made-up fantasy, but she was sure his job description didn’t include being so considerate, though in truth being considerate might be his way of being seductive. “Thanks.” He picked up her skirt, shirt and socks, folded them, and placed them on top of his backpack. He looked straight at her. “I’m going to have to agree with you. The view’s great up here.” She could have sworn he blushed. He retrieved his camera and moved in front of her. “Turn to the side. The light is beautiful on your face.” She refused to get caught up in his compliments, but she did as he asked. He took a few shots then brushed the hair out of her eyes. His fingertips left a trail of heat as if he’d branded her. His attempt to keep the curly mass under control didn’t work as the wind had a mind of its own. He hooked his fingers under her bra strap and lowered it over her shoulder. The thought of being naked caused a shiver to dance across her breasts. He zoomed in close and took a few more photos of her near-naked tits. Her stupid pussy got even more moist thinking about his tender touch and his apparent excitement as he raked the camera up and down her body. This wasn’t good. She wasn’t here to feel good. She had a job to do. Her attempt at thinking with the clinical side of her brain failed. He dragged a finger over the other strap. “To get the silhouette

 

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perfect, you’ll need to remove this pretty lacy thing. Would that be okay, babe? Cause if not, we don’t have to. It’s your fantasy.” She bit down on her lip, acting like his request would compromise her. In truth, it might. “I guess it would be okay. Art for art’s sake and all.” He must think her a dork for that comment. “Can you help me with the hook in back?” She turned around. Her throat became so dry, she forced down a swallow. His warm fingers fumbled with the clasp before her breasts heaved forward from the freedom. She let out a breath and pulled the cups down, pretending to wait for some imaginary director to say “cut.” When Trent made no move to touch her, she faced him. He held out his hand and smiled. “I’ll take that, too.” He placed her bra on top of her other clothes. How could he sound so detached when her tits were staring him in the face? This was a good man. “Nice butterfly. Got any more surprises for me?” “You’ve seen it all.” “Not quite.” Dressed only in her panties, she’d never felt more vulnerable. Maybe her fantasy was stupid. The discomforting fact was that this wasn’t really her fantasy but a made-up one. Always tell the truth, her dad would say. Fine. This was her real fantasy, dammit. “I need to adjust you.” He placed his camera on the ground and moved closer. He lowered her arms to the side and pulled back her shoulders. Her traitorous nipples hardened and stood up. Trent leaned over and kissed the hollow right below her neck. She tensed. “Relax. I won’t eat you. I can’t have you all stressed out if I want to get the perfect shot.” True. She inhaled and tried to force the tightness from her shoulders. He must have felt she needed a little more convincing, for he lifted both tits and rubbed the tips with the rough pad of his thumb. My God. Her knees nearly bent from the divine tingling racing up her

 

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body. His confident fingers made her moan out loud, which definitely was not good. She was supposed to act afraid and unsure, not like this was the most wonderful moment of her life. Her jumbled brain kept forgetting her role. “Tiffany, I’m going to suck on your nipples to get them wet. The photo will look so much better that way. Okay?” That was a good line. She swallowed and closed her eyes, not knowing if she could survive the assault without touching him. Her pussy was vibrating something fierce. She willed herself to stand still. “Okay.” How had he reduced her to only being able to speak one word? His breath caressed the tips and she opened her eyes at the shockwave coursing through her. She had to force her gaze out to the vista. If she watched him, no telling what she’d do with her hands. He pinched the tips and she jumped. “Easy. Let me take control. I know the image I want and I need you ready, needy, and willing. Understand?” His voice came out rich and soothing. She only nodded because her brain had stopped functioning. “That’s a good girl.” His mouth captured her tit, and she tilted back her head. He bit down on her nipple, but the slight pain heightened her experience. She was enjoying this way too much. That wasn’t good. Without focus, she’d be careless. She needed to remember why she was here, but his touch seemed to erase all self-control. Trent stepped back, bent down, and picked up the camera. The air made her sensitive, wet nubs peak even more. “What should I do with my hands?” She could speak! Finally. “Lift your arms and run them through your hair.” The sunlight was slipping, and the shadows and colors had become really intensified. It was breathtaking really. She inhaled the pure air and threaded her fingers along the side of her scalp. Her one hip seemed to jut out on its own as her breasts lifted to the wind.

 

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“Beautiful. That’s it. Make love to the sky.” She twirled around, and his camera clicked frame after frame. A laugh escaped. “You get what you need?” She let her tongue peek out. “We’ve only just begun.” Trent moved closer and took near shots of her nipples. “The light is so gorgeous on your skin.” Click, click. The tip of his thumb rested on her panties’ waistband. “I would kill to take pictures of all of you. Would you let me do that? For you?” Her pussy dripped at the erotic thought. High up in the hills with no one around, she felt free for the first time in years. “If you help me.” Trent held her gaze for a long time before he moved. Wouldn’t he get a surprise when he saw the thin trail of hair down to her slit and nothing else? He gently pulled down her panties. His eyes widened, and she could have sworn he gasped. “Aren’t you a wonder? Who would have thought you’d be so sweet.” He ran a finger down the patch of hair right across her wet opening. Her insides clenched in delight the moment his thumb dragged over her clit. On instinct, she stepped back. Her reason for being here intruded. “You want to take my photo or what?” She tried to add humor to her tone, but she wasn’t sure she succeeded. Her heart was pounding too fast. “I have a plan.” She had no idea what he had in store, but standing naked in front of Trent and surrounded by nature seemed to alter her DNA. She had no basis for her thought, but the cop in her trusted him. He wasn’t the usual scumbag she encountered on the job. He was the kind of guy who wouldn’t take advantage of Betty Dumfield or any other woman. From his backpack he pulled a blanket and a bottle of wine. He unfurled the cloth and let it flutter to the ground. “How about stretching out on this. We can share a glass. I want the sun to get a little lower in the sky before I take the silhouette. It’ll be so beautiful. I promise.”

 

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Wow. A real picnic. When was the last time anyone had offered to do that for her? She knelt down and sprawled out on the fleece cloth. Without his asking, she kept one leg straight while bending her other knee, giving him a clear view of everything she had to offer. Every time her emotions got in the way, she reverted to being brazen. It was her shield to protect herself against anything that could touch her heart. He carefully smoothed the corner of the blanket as if everything needed to be perfect for her. In a way, she hated to seduce him. If he tried anything aggressive, she’d have to arrest him, but she was sure it wouldn’t come to that. He uncorked the red wine and poured the contents into two plastic glasses. “To photography.” She touched her glass to his. “To photography.” He downed his glass and she did the same. The red wine soothed the dryness and calmed her nerves. He waved the bottle. “More?” “Please.” She needed a little fortification to go through the charade. Plus, the wine would help warm her against the sudden chill in the air. She’d finished half of her second glass when Trent poured the remainder of his wine into her navel. She jerked and sat up. The cold liquid ran across her stomach and tunneled into her slit. “Easy.” The ticklish sensation stimulated her and sent chills to all parts of her body. “What are you doing?” “You’ll see.” He picked up his camera and knelt at her side. With a longer lens than before, he focused in close. She was sure every hair prickled, posing for his camera. Would he lick up the wine when he was done? Maybe he would if the bulge in his pants was any indication. Taking advantage of his excited state, she rolled on her back and spread her legs a little wider. “Click away.” She prayed he bought her confident act. This time she heard him groan. Yes! On his stomach, he seemed to

 

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be focusing on her probably wine-stained pussy. The intense scrutiny made her squirm. If there was ever a time for him to be inappropriate with her, now was the time. He placed a hand on her stomach. “Babe, you have to stay still. The light is fading and I don’t want my finished creations to come out blurry.” His palm did something to her insides, and it took a minute to think about what he’d said. The low shutter speed would be a problem if she moved. After several minutes of intense close-ups, he stood over her and shot downward. “Why don’t you support your head with your hands?” Which would pull her tits high and tight, giving him a better shot. At least from his prospective, that would be a good thing. She folded her arms under her head. Tilting her face one way, then the other, he took a series of shots. “This working for you?” “It’s all about you, babe, but I can’t say I’m unaffected by your beauty.” Another line of crap, even though a bit of her wanted to believe him. His cock seemed to strain against his rather thin hiking shorts, and an idea popped into her head. She drew her hands down and propped herself up on her elbows, getting too close to the lens. Trent jerked back. Here goes. “How about I photograph you for a moment?” Before he objected, she continued. “It’s part of my fantasy.” He hesitated then handed her the camera. Ah, no. She wanted to use her camera so she’d have total access to the contents. “I’ll use mine. I’m not familiar with the settings on yours.” That part was true. As she got up to get her gear, the wind cut across her body. She was cold, but decided being naked would hold more appeal. With camera in hand, she walked around her subject, looking for the right light and the best angle. Tiny rocks bit into the bottom of her feet, but she refused to let a little discomfort stop her. To capture his sexiness, she had him turn sideways toward the

 

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light. Snap, snap. “God, you’re beautiful.” He chuckled. “I’m just an ordinary guy.” Despite sounding sincere, he couldn’t believe that even for a moment. “Kneel down. Please.” He froze a second before obeying. Now was her chance. She got off two pictures of his rippling abs, making sure to capture the hardon tenting his shorts. She knelt, trying not to wince at the gravel biting into her skin. She reached out to undo the zipper when he stopped her. She looked up. “What? I thought a photographer had every right to pose the subject any way she chose.” “If you want me naked just say the word. But there are conditions.”

 

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Chapter Three Tiffany stood quickly. The camera, held by a strap around her neck, banged against her chest. “Ouch.” She quickly wrapped her arms across her breasts. The air suddenly turned almost icy, or maybe it was the way Trent spoke his words. “So what are these conditions?” “No touching, and I get the compact flash drive from your camera.” Then he’d have access to all the pictures. “Well, you’re no fun.” Without being able to keep the evidence, there was no reason to take the shots. While she believed him innocent, it was her job to gather all the evidence. If she could show her sexy cowboy was easily excitable, that might be one step closer to proving he could rape someone. A stretch, but she needed to start somewhere. Liar. Seeing his fine body naked would be fine compensation enough. “Hey, after this is over, you get to go back to wherever you come from, but I’ll be out on my ass if I break the rules. No evidence allowed.” His firmed lips made her a believer. This guy was definitely on the up-and-up. “I can live with that. What about the other guy I signed up for? He a stickler for the rules, too?” “Dominic? Oh yeah. He’s all business. He also likes to take control. I should know. He’s my younger brother. I’m the nicer one. If he’d been here, you wouldn’t have gotten to first base. Hell, if he’d come instead of me, you might even be on your knees getting spanked. Heat gushed through her at the thought of Dominic spanking her.

 

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“Well, I’m not sure I’ll even like your brother.” She moved in closer. “I’m getting cold. You want to warm me up?” She needed to take her mind off the thought of getting spanked by another super-luscious hottie. Now wasn’t the time to do something stupid. “Sure, babe.” She set the camera down, knelt in front of him, and draped her arms around his neck, letting her breasts press against his chest. One of his hands clasped her back to draw her near while the other slipped between the lips of her needy sex. Pulses of desire warmed her insides. Her breath nearly caught in her throat. “You are so wet. I’ll have to tell Dominic you’ve been a bad little girl on a lot of accounts.” He scanned the sky. “Shit. It looks like it might rain.” He pulled away. “We need to head on down. The photography, I’m afraid, will have to wait.” He cupped her cheek. “Need any help dressing?” He winked. While she would enjoy his hands all over her body, her control was on the edge as it was. “Some other time.” Just when she was making progress, he cut her off. Now she could report to her boss that Trent was innocent. She looked over her shoulder at the sky. The bad weather in the distance didn’t look like it would arrive for a few hours. Was he making an excuse to get away from her? Or was she naïve about mountain weather patterns? Whatever. They were leaving. She got up and pulled on her panties, skirt and shirt. The bra was too much work, so she stuffed it into her camera bag. After she put on her shoes, she straightened. No doubt her nipples showed through the thin white material, but what did she care? He’d seen everything anyway and clearly wasn’t interested in sampling what she had to offer. So where did that leave her and her case? **** Trent Lawton couldn’t drive back to the resort fast enough. One

 

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more minute with Tiffany and he might have broken the golden rule. Rod, his boss, would have kicked him off the highest mountain if he’d touched her any more. Fuck a customer and I’ll fuck with you was his boss’s motto, even though Trent had heard that’s exactly what Rod had done before he bought the ranch. But that was before the Catalina Spa became a fantasy resort. Lucky bastard. Trent had met his wife, Jillian, and she was hot, almost as good-looking as his little shutterbug. He slapped the wheel. What had he been thinking offering to get naked? If he had taken off his shorts there was no way he would have stopped at posing for the sexy siren. He parked on the side lot and got out, grabbing not only his gear but Tiffany’s. She sidled next to him. His gaze couldn’t help but zoom in on her magnificent tits that showed through the thin white top as sheer as cellophane. Christ. She’d seemed so timid when he first met her, yet by the end of their hike, she’d put the moves on him. That was not what he’d expected. She touched his arm. “So when will I see you again?” The light from the overhead porch illuminated her beautiful green eyes. “After dinner perhaps? We could share a nightcap in my room.” Never gonna happen. “Tomorrow’s fine.” She smiled and his cock expanded rapidly. Maybe he’d have to ask Dom to do the honors of taking her on another photo expedition. Trent needed time to cool down and reevaluate his problem with handling her. In the year he’d been here, he’d never gotten this turned on by a client. He was losing it big-time. “Tomorrow works, too, I guess. What time?” He handed her the camera bag. “We’ll ring you. I want Dominic to meet you first. My bro’s not such a bad guy. He’s a genius with staging and getting the most out of a model.” Babble, babble. Christ, where had his cool gone? He’d left it on the mountaintop. She leaned up and kissed him on the cheek. “I had a super time

 

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today. Tomorrow then.” Tiffany spun around, and he could have sworn she swung her hips in an exaggerated fashion just to get to him. It worked, too. Many of their clients put the moves on the workers because their lives sucked. Tiffany, he bet, could get any man she wanted. So why come here? He’d have to ponder that dilemma over a stiff drink. He was at the bar when Dominic strolled in. His brother slapped him on the back and nodded to the drink. “Don’t tell me we got another bad one?” Trent downed his beer. “In a way.” Dom slipped onto the stool next to him. “You want to tell me about it, seeing how I have to interact with her soon?” “Let’s just say you need to deal with her tomorrow. Alone.” Dom waved to the bartender. “Scotch. Straight up.” His brother turned his attention back to him. “So what happened? I thought you were taking pictures with her. She whine the whole way or something?” The last woman they’d shared had complained how she didn’t want to be there, even though she seemed to enjoy every touch, perhaps a little too much. “No. We went to the top of Santa Catalina. She took off all her clothes, and I took pictures of her against the fading sun. Got some stunning shots.” He leaned over. “She was naked?” Trent nodded. “You shittin’ me? So why are you giving me the winning lottery ticket? She must be a real loser.” “On the contrary, she’s hot. Actually, she’s hotter than hot.” Trent held up a hand. He took a deep breath and willed down his growing erection. The mere image of Tiffany turned his insides out. “Here’s the God’s honest truth. If I’d stayed with her any longer than I did, I might have broken the resort’s golden rule.” The bartender delivered Dom’s drink. “You’re serious?” “Dead serious. I nearly came in my pants a few times. I can’t be around her and not fuck her.” He stabbed a hand through his hair and

 

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expelled a long-held breath. Dom laughed. “You are fucked.” “You can say that again.” “After what? Spending a few hours with her?” Trent nodded. “What do you want me to do with her tomorrow?” “She really seemed to love posing. Her checklist said light bondage and exhibitionism. I bet you can come up with something.” Trent waved his glass. “Oh, yeah, I told her you liked to spank your women. I swear her eyes glassed over in delight. Tell her I told you she was very bad and that she needed some serious punishment. I swear, she’s a devil, and a horny one at that. Hell, she tried to take off my clothes.” When Dom finished laughing, he downed half of the scotch. “She succeed?” “Hell no. I told her it looked like rain and that we needed to hurry down the mountain. With her in a straight skirt, it took an agonizingly long time to get down.” Dom slapped him on the back. “Thanks for the visual. Now I won’t sleep thinking about her. I can feel my cock growing thick right now. You sure you don’t want to join us?” “I’d love to make it a threesome, but I value my job. Be with her for a few hours and see what you think. I’m betting we’ll both be in here tomorrow night tying one on.” Dom finished his drink and hopped off the stool. “I think you’re a fool for giving her up so easily, but I’ll say thank you now.” He placed his glass on the counter and dropped a fiver to cover his tab. “By the way, you get to play cowboy.” Dom’s shoulders tensed. “No fuckin’ way. I played cowboy last time. It’s your turn.” “She already thinks I’m the sweet college boy. Can’t change now.” “I’d rather be a Spanish conquistador.” Trent shrugged. “You know the drill. We need to stick to

 

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company policy. One darlin’-speaking cowboy per customer. It’s what they expect.” “You owe me for that.” He chuckled and strode off. **** Tiffany’s cell rang, rousing her from a deep sleep. She rolled over and planted the pillow over her head. She wasn’t in the mood to speak with anyone, unless Jen had fallen and the nurse was trying to get a hold of her. Her eyes popped open and the pillow came off. She patted the end table next to the bed and located her cell. “Hello?” “It’s Hollars.” Why was her boss calling her in the middle of the night? “What’s wrong?” “When you didn’t check in, I got worried.” Crap. She’d been too flustered to remember the drill. In case Trent changed his mind and decided to meet her back at her room, she didn’t want to be on the phone with her boss. She’d even waited a good half hour before showering. By the time she gave up on him, she’d forgotten to call the station. For the life of her she couldn’t figure out what she’d done wrong. Trent had been attracted to her, but she guessed not enough to risk his job. She wished Betty Dumfield had been here to see how sweet Trent was. “That’s nice of you to be so concerned, but I’m good.” Between the massage and the hiking, her body gave in and she’d fallen asleep before nine. “You make any headway with those two?” “I’ve only met one of them. So far nothing. Trent isn’t guilty of anything. I’d stake my reputation on it.” Other than being too damned good-looking. “He asks before he touches. Can you believe that? He’s a real gentleman.” Until he sucked my tits and ran his finger over my pussy.

 

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She scooted back in bed to rest against the backboard. Moonlight streamed in through the windows. She checked the time. It was 9:45 p.m. Whoa. She felt like she’d slept for hours. “You losing your touch, North?” Yes. “Funny. I tried. Honestly, I did, but he didn’t budge. He didn’t even try to put the moves on me. Not a kiss or anything.” She wasn’t about to tell her boss she’d stripped naked for the guy and attempted to take off the man’s clothes. “If Betty is telling the truth, the other guy might be the one without scruples.” After all, he did spank his women. The image of a hand smacking her ass had heat spreading straight to her pussy. “Call when you find out anything. And, North?” “Yeah.” “Hurry this up. We don’t need you running the bill sky-high.” “Love you, too, Sarge.” She hung up and laughed. Her boss was something else. She fell back onto the pillow when a knock sounded on the door. Jeez. Couldn’t a girl sleep? “Coming.” She didn’t bother with the robe. Whoever was at the door would have to see her in her SpongeBob SquarePants shorty pajamas. Because the door didn’t have a peephole to check who was at the door, she pulled it open with a hard yank. For the second time in a day, her mouth dropped open. A giant of a man stood in front of her. He was at least six foot four. Some of the illusion might have to do with the heels on the newlooking cowboy boots, but his broad chest and obscenely long legs implied he’d be tall if he were shoeless. The cowboy hat only added to the illusion. “Hi.” He ripped off the hat, exposing neatly trimmed, sandy-colored hair. “Howdy. Sorry for the late call, ma’am, but I’m here to take you moon and star shooting.” The words didn’t compute in her addled brain. “Come again.”

 

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“The moon? The white thing in the sky? Shoot? Camera?” Her brain registered. “You want to take pictures. Now?” “I believe the moon is usually up at night. It’s about the only time to get a good shot.” He looked so sincere, she almost laughed. “Are you Trent’s brother by any chance?” He did a little bow. “At your service, ma’am.” Perfect. “Give me a minute to put on some clothes.” He lifted a bag from the ground and handed it to her. “For you. It might be a bit skimpy for your tastes, but I know it will be a great opportunity for me to capture your beauty.” His western accent oozed charm. How two brothers could sound so different puzzled her. Maybe Trent worked hard to get rid of his twang. So he wanted to shoot her, too. Well, that was the fantasy. “You want to come in?” And watch me take off my clothes? And maybe spank me? This time she’d bring her gun, even though she was sure she wouldn’t need it. “No, ma’am. I’ll wait right here for you.” What was up with these men turning her down? “Whatever.” She’d have to break him of all that ma’am talking,. Only her grandmother was old enough for that endearment. Tiffany closed the door and hurried into the bathroom to see what he’d brought. She pulled out a white, stretchy dress that would barely cover her ass. What the—? She checked the bag and lifted a pair of matching spiked heels. “My, oh, my.” It was after Easter, so she guessed it would be okay to wear white shoes with the white dress, but still, one did not go traipsing in the mountain in spiked heels, let alone white ones. After taking off her pajamas, she squeezed into the outfit. Yikes. She was all tits and ass. In the bathroom light, her nipples were totally visible, but outside, she might not be too embarrassed. Fortunately, her blond patch of hair didn’t show through the thin white material. The big question was whether she should wear underwear. Given her goal was to encourage him to have sex with her, she decided against it. Plus, when she got her spanking and his hand hit her warm ass, the

 

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radiating pulses would be that much sweeter on bare skin. Not that she knew anything about that kind of thing. Just in case her boss questioned her about her procedure, she removed a few lenses from her camera bag and stuffed in her gun. She hoped he had a tripod. Moon shots would need the steadiness. She opened the door, and her giant, who’d been leaning against the far wall with his hat halfway over his eyes, jerked upright. His gaze ran the length of her, and he let out a long whistle. “Pardon my French, but damn, you look hot.” For a second, she could hear the same tone in his voice as Trent’s. “Thank you. And if you don’t mind, my friends call me Tiff, not ma’am.” He smiled, and his entire face lit up. “Tiff it is.” He held out a large, meaty hand for her to take. She clasped it and felt small next to him. “You bring a tripod?” “Two. One for me, one for you.” Okay, she was impressed with his preparedness. Maybe there were two serious photographers at the resort, and she got both. Since they were brothers, it made sense they might share the same passion. True to his word, the moon was nearly full and the stars amazing. In Tucson, the city lights caused too much pollution to get a good shot. “This is awesome.” “You ain’t seen anything yet. I thought we’d drive a little way to get away from the resort lights. Then we can come back here where I’ll photograph you. I have the perfect place in mind.” “You expect me to hike in this dress and high heels?” The tight skirt was bad enough this afternoon, but at least she had worn sneakers. He laughed, and the sound went straight to her heart. Oh boy, she was in for a long night. “No, ma’—ah, Tiff. You can stand right next to the car and take pictures. A foot here or there won’t make a hill of difference where the moon is concerned.”

 

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Worked for her. The drive took about fifteen minutes and landed them on the edge of a dark hillside. The stars were intense and the moon shone clear. They spent at least an hour taking photos, discussing the best exposures. The guy really knew his stuff. He couldn’t have faked all his knowledge. “I hate to be a spoilsport, but my feet ache in these heels, not to mention I’m kind of cold.” Even in the moonlight she could see Dom’s shoulders sag. “I’m so sorry, darlin’.” He drew her to his chest and rubbed her arms to warm her. “You are chilled. I wasn’t thinking. The mountains get downright cold at night. We need to get you good and hot so you don’t get sick. Hop back in the Jeep.” If he’d meant to harm her, he would have used the cover of darkness. Once again her instincts had been right on. Dominic was one of the good guys. While he held her, a protective envelope surrounded her. She liked knowing she was safe, if only for a little while. He packed up the tripods and set their cameras in the back. He slipped inside and turned the heat to high. By the time they arrived back at the resort, Tiffany was hot in more ways than one. Thinking about posing in her tiny outfit sent all sorts of erotic signals to her brain. She could have said her good-byes to the two men and called her boss to say these two were not rapists, but her boss might question her thoroughness. To be sure she did everything he expected, she needed to continue with the original plan. Dom piled out and opened her door. When was the last time someone had done that for her? A long-ass time. Even Trent had hightailed it out of the driver’s side so fast, she could have sworn he’d been eager to get rid of her. “Darlin’, can you do me a little favor?” “Sure.” “I want you to pose by the fountain for a few pictures. I know

 

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there’s a summer chill to the air, but I won’t take long. Can you do that?” He moved closer and ran a finger down each arm. She caved. “Okay.” Damn. Another man to reduce her vocabulary to one-word sentences. “Why don’t you get back in the car while I set up? I want you to stay warm as long as possible.” How considerate was that? The men she hung out with wouldn’t have given a damn if she were comfortable or not. He dragged his tripod to the side of the fountain. A minute later he motioned she come near. As she reached the driveway’s centerpiece, he stepped close. “I have this amazing idea. I want you to stand on the edge of the first tier, facing the water, and place your hands on the lip of the upper bowl. Do you think you can do that?” She pictured the pose. Her ass would be pointed at the camera and she’d get wet from the spray, but she guessed that was his point. “Shoes on or off?” “I think on for now. Let me help you up to the first level.” She had to lift her foot two feet to get to the lower bowl. With his large hands on her waist, he pushed upward, and she seemed to float toward the sky as if she were weightless. “Darlin’?” She looked over her shoulder. He tilted his head, his gaze right on her bare pussy. A shot of excitement speared her deep inside. “Something wrong?” “You are a very bad girl. Trent tried to explain to me just how bad you were, but I never imagined this.” Her insides tingled, and she forced the smile from her lips. Her partial Brazilian waxing had been so worth the discomfort. To excite him further, she stuck out her ass, causing the dress to rise up her hip, most likely giving anyone at the lobby entrance a full view. “Is this what you want?” She looked back over her shoulder again. Light from the overhead porch shone on his face. His Adam’s apple bobbed.

 

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“Yes. That’s perfect. Hold that pose.” She tucked her cheeks in her teeth to keep a straight face. He clicked away. After a minute, he moved the tripod around her in a one-eighty arc, no doubt capturing all of her. Thrills ran up her legs and pricked her pussy. She shouldn’t be loving this attention so much, but she was. There was power in being able to make a man’s mouth go dry. “Okay, darlin’, now lean forward and let the water hit those precious titties.” Clearly, the dress would turn completely see-through, but if he wanted her nude, that was what he’d get. She titled forward and the oh-so-cold liquid slammed into her chest, taking her breath away. Her smile faltered, and she was unsure how long she could hold the pose. She would have thought someone would have come out of the main entrance by now, but thankfully, the shoot hadn’t drawn attention. Perhaps it was because it was a little past eleven. After a series of clicks, she managed to flip around without falling from her teetering heels and supported herself with outstretched arms. “How about this pose?” He swallowed hard. “You are the most incredible woman I’ve ever photographed.” He was just saying that, but she hoped his comment contained some truth. “Can I make a suggestion?” “By all means, darlin’. This is all for you.” She didn’t believe for a minute that he wasn’t excited, but the more she could stimulate him, the better. She kicked off her shoes, turned back around and hopped up onto the top lip where the water was gushing out. It would take a lot of balance, and grit, but she slowly stood, her feet in the pooled, freezing water. Yikes. Her lungs nearly collapsed from the shock. “Careful, there. Don’t want you to fall.” She straddled the fountain and the icy water shot up her pussy, nearly stopping her heart. She could last about one minute before

 

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hypothermia took hold. “Hurry. I can only stay this way for a few seconds.” She lifted her dress an inch to make sure he got the shot he wanted. “Jesus H. Christ.” The camera clicked away. She drew her hand down to her waist and funneled the water in a different direction. When she was completely drenched, she stepped away from the stream, squatted, and dropped to the second ledge, then made her way to the ground. The exhilaration lifted her spirits. Too bad her clit was now frozen and may never thaw. Dom rushed up to her, drew her close before holding her at arm’s length. “You were wonderful, but we must get you inside before you freeze to death. Rush right in and I’ll be there in a sec.” He ran to his Jeep, placed both tripods in the back and hurried back, carrying her camera bag. Darn. She was hoping he’d have some other pictures in mind, like maybe a hot, steamy shower scene. The cold air crawled up her bare bottom, and she jumped up and down to stay warm. Dom wrapped an arm around her. “Let’s go get you dry.” Those were her thoughts exactly. One couple sat in the lobby on opposing chairs sharing a drink. They didn’t look up as she and Dom passed. Good. She could have sworn the dress had shrunk. Add in the material being mostly see-through, and she would have caused quite a stir if they’d noticed her. They jogged down the brightly lit entryway to her room. At her room door, she expected Dom to wish her well. Instead he followed her in. At least one brother had the sense to know what she was offering. Maybe now she’d be able to test his resolve. He placed her bag on the desk. Ready. Set. Go. In one swoop, she lifted her dress up and over her head. “Whoa, darlin’. I’m not sure I should be seeing all of you so soon.” The intensity in his gaze nearly made her stumble backwards. “You don’t like what you see?” In the light, she could detect a

 

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Chapter Four Dominic continued to stare at her naked body, but he didn’t make a move. Damn. From the way his lips had parted and his gaze ran down the length of her, he was affected all right, in a big way. Tiffany wrapped her arms around her shoulders, and goose bumps filled her palms. Water dripped off her body and seemed to pool between her thighs. In truth, the moisture that had gathered in her pussy wasn’t all from water. “Towel, please?” She widened her stance, lowered her arms, and stuck out her chest to give him a better view for when he returned. Her blonde trail pointed straight to her proud little sex. If he didn’t take the bait, he had balls of steel. Dom’s hands fisted a moment before he dashed into the bathroom. He rushed back into the room with a large white towel and held it out for her. Was he kidding? “It will be much nicer if you dry me.” Wasn’t he supposed to be the kind of man to spank her? He didn’t act it. Maybe Trent had teased her with the idea just to see how she’d react. “You’re sure?” His voice turned thick and almost needy. She felt like it was opening night and she was falling flat. “Yes.” She raised her hands over her head, sending her tits in the direction of his mouth. He patted down her breasts first then ran the material over her arms and across her stomach. Just when she was enjoying his touch, he handed her back the cloth. “I’m not dry yet.” “You can finish yourself. It’s getting late. I gotta go.” His deep

 

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western accent had taken on a hint of a northern twang. What was up with that? Before she had a chance to think of a retort or put the moves on him, he was gone. Actually gone. She couldn’t believe it. Maybe she should check the mirror. Had some wicked witch put a spell on her and turned her into an ugly duckling? What man turns down free sex? Did his job mean that much to him? Something was not right in Oz. No man had ever said no to a freebie. Whatever. This meant she’d have to stay another day to work her magic on these two men. Still chilled, she went into the bathroom and turned the shower to hot. She experimented with all the buttons and knobs. “Whoa.” Water shot from every direction, like a car wash. Satisfied with one showerhead, she washed her hair and body, finally getting warm. She still couldn’t wrap her mind around what had happened today. Yes, they fulfilled her fantasy to the letter, but in the process she’d become so hot and bothered she needed some release. This giving in to her emotions event had never happened before. She’d prided herself on staying cool under pressure, but with Trent and Dominic, she’d caved. **** The ache in Dom’s crotch hurt like a bitch. He needed a cold shower. Something, anything to get Tiff off his mind, a mind she’d already blown. Damn Trent for making him so horny from all that talk about her being naked on top of the mountain that he’d come up with the moon-and-fountain plan. Dumb. And what was he thinking giving her a tiny white dress that showed every inch of her delicious body? He should have purchased a damned overcoat instead. He slammed his room door closed and placed his camera next to the computer. He never jerked off, and he would have given it some serious thought tonight, except that he really needed his sleep. There were a lot of the coworkers who would jump at the chance to have sex

 

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with him, but he wasn’t in the mood for any of them. Tiff had seen to that. Her striptease at the end had put him over the edge. Trent was right. He might not be able to be with her and keep his job. Hell, maybe the bartender had slipped a hallucinogen in his drink, and she was a figment of his imagination. No one could be into photography so much, pose like an angel, and dare him to fuck her and be human. To make certain he wasn’t in a dream, or had been given the drug, he downloaded the photos to make sure they existed. Once they loaded, he opened them in Photoshop. As he processed each one, his hard-on returned, only this time more aggressively. While he’d never tried any erectile dysfunction pill, this must be what it would feel like to have taken a half a dozen at one time. He cropped the pictures, adjusted the exposure, and pumped up the black and the clarity. Amazing. Every hair on her fair skin stood up. The shots of the water shooting up her near-naked snatch were outstanding, especially given her wide-eyed expression. And those tits. My God. Every inch of her was sensational. Her application stated she loved exhibitionism, and he had just the thing for her. If that was what she wanted, he was willing to have the world see her needy pussy up close and personal in full color. He flipped through the first shots he’d taken of her on the fountain where her cute butt was in full view. The thought of putting his cock in her bottom almost made him come right then. She’d be tight no doubt. Dom swallowed, trying to keep it together. Dear God, but she’d stretched his willpower to the max. Something about shooting the moon and photographing beautiful Tiff high up on the fountain sent his creative juices into high gear. After a year of working at this resort, he’d accumulated enough money to start his own studio. Now might be the time to leave. Before he took this job from his college buddy, Rod, he’d worked with two of the finest photographers in Arizona. Too bad the market downturn happened, and they had to let him go. Back then, paying off his college loans became his primary concern. The resort job

 

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answered his prayers. Now he owed no one. Being with Tiff tonight made him realize there was life out there. A really good life. Dom closed the laptop and headed over to his brother’s room. Didn’t matter it was past midnight. They needed a change in plan. It took Trent a few minutes to answer. When he did, Dom realized from his brother’s mussed hair and dark circles under his eyes, maybe he shouldn’t have come, but he needed his advice. Trent motioned him inside. “You look like shit. What happened to you?” “Have you checked the mirror?” “Funny.” He snapped his fingers. “You took her out, didn’t you?” “Yeah.” He nodded to the bottle on the table. “Can you spare some of that juice?” “Help yourself.” His words were slightly slurred as if he’d had a lot to drink to blot out her memory. Dom poured half a glass of scotch and opened his laptop. “You’ve got to see this. Skip the moon shots. They’re nothing compared to what happened at the fountain tonight.” Trent slowly clicked through the photos. “Christ. These are amazing. You could sell them to Playboy and make a fortune I’d bet if she agreed.” “I bet she would, but I won’t do that to her.” “I feel the same way. She’s nice, isn’t she?” “Understatement. She’s…there aren’t words to describe her. Bold maybe, aggressive, but shy at the same time if that’s possible.” He’d been trying to figure her out since he set eyes on her. “Yeah. That’s part of her allure. It’s like she’s two women at the same time. I could see the wheels spin when I requested her to do something. Like when I asked if I could suck her tits to make the photo better, and she hesitated enough for me to know she wanted me to, but at the same time wasn’t sure if it was the right thing to do.” “You didn’t.” “Did. And I rubbed her tits and got to drag my finger down her

 

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sweet little runway, right into her hot little snatch.” Dom had to adjust his pants thinking about touching her there. “I admire you, bro, for not jumping her when you had the chance.” Trent waved a glass. “That’s why I’m drinking. I’m trying to figure out how to handle her.” “You like her, don’t you? Not just for her looks.” “I do. There’s this independent quality to her that she seems to be fighting. I’m intrigued.” “Hell, maybe it’s just called being in lust.” Dom finished off the glass and poured another one. “I almost lost it, too, man.” He told Trent about how she’d stripped in front of him, and then asked him to towel her dry. “Jesus. She was completely nude?” “Every square inch. I wanted to fuck her so bad I could taste it.” “So did you?” Trent said the words without any incrimination, but from the way his fingers had turned white on the glass, he just might punch Dom out if he had. “No. I left her standing there with a wet towel in her hand. With the way she stood with her legs spread wide and her tits sticking up in the air, I swear she wanted me to do her. I’m not sure I can go through with this escapade for the rest of the week.” He told Trent about quitting. “I’ve told you I’ve got enough money saved up. I could open my own photo studio and follow my fantasy for a change.” Trent stabbed a hand through his hair. “You must have been reading my mind.” “You’re thinking of going back into practice?” Trent nodded. That was a big step for his brother. He’d won his last case by getting some rapist scumbag off on a technicality. The dude went right out and beat the shit out of some innocent girl after repeatedly raping her. Christ. Dom knew if he’d been that lawyer, he’d never have been able to live that down. Trent certainly hadn’t. “I might change to prosecution. That way, if I try the case well, I’ll be putting assholes in jail instead of letting them walk free.”

 

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“Smart.” “So what are we going to do about Tiffany?” Dom had been working on that since he walked out on her. “I have some ideas that might take her out of her comfort zone. I was thinking about tying her up and using sex toys on her.” Trent smiled. “You’re thinking about all the exotic butt plugs, aren’t you?” “Guilty, but if we are to succeed in taming her, we need to take control from her. When she’s comfortable, she leads and my dick takes over my brain.” “Amen.” Trent raised his glass. “To our last job.” “I’ll drink to that.” And he did. **** The bright morning sun speared the window and nearly blinded her. Tiffany rolled on her back and dragged an arm over her eyes. What had she done yesterday? She’d never tried to seduce two gorgeous hunks in one day, or even one for that matter, nor had she failed so miserably at eliciting even a kiss from a guy, all the while being naked. Talk about a self-esteem killer. She plucked the skin on her stomach. It was still flat. She rolled her nipples between her fingers and they appeared as perky as ever. Could these two really be on the up-and-up, or were they gay? No, they wouldn’t have had such big erections, and their mouths wouldn’t have dropped open when they looked at her if they were. This is exactly the kind of data she would take back to her boss. These men stuck to the rules no matter what she did, so what the hell had Betty Dumfield been talking about? The mayor’s sister couldn’t have gotten two names wrong. The woman must have had a hidden agenda. Was it jealousy? Neediness? Or what? God, she wasn’t up for this deep thinking so early in the morning, but she wouldn’t give up searching for answers. For Jen’s sake, and

 

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for the sake of all the other women who’d been abused, she needed to be absolutely sure this place was as clean as it claimed. Or was she telling herself that so she could enjoy her two fantasy hunks? A cold swim might clear her head, followed by a big breakfast. The suit she’d packed was a one piece, but the amount of material barely covered her half-inch mound landing strip or her nipples. For the life of her, she couldn’t remember why she’d brought something so skimpy. She got up, brushed her teeth, and threw on her suit. While the sun wasn’t strong in the sky, the day was clear and dry. No one was swimming, which would give her a chance to stretch her muscles and swim a few laps without interruption. Outside, she stood at the deep end, took a breath, and dove in. While not as cold as last night’s fountain dip, the crisp pool temperature caught her by surprise. She swam as though being chased by more than just her insecurity demons. Fifteen laps later, she pulled up to catch her breath. Both Trent and Dom stood at the end of the pool looking down at her with grins on their faces. “How long have you two been here?” If she’d known they were watching, she might have tried a better stroke. “Just a bit.” Dom nodded to the pool. “Want us to join you?” “Only if you’ll swim naked.” She winked. Whoops. Now how had that slipped out? Trent blushed. Dom’s slightly darker complexion hid his embarrassment. The shorts did not. “We’ll watch. When you’re done, we’d like to discuss something with you.” She stood and strutted up the stairs. The part covering her right breast had slipped a little too far to the side, exposing at least half her nipple. The bad girl inside her did nothing to adjust her top. The gazes of both men latched onto her exposed breast. With their level of interest, she would have thought seduction would be easy. She steeled herself against the painful truth that she was most likely wrong again. “So what do you boys have in mind?” Sex with me? For her own

 

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sanity, she needed to close the case soon. Trent cleared his throat. “The photo studio is free for the next few hours, and Dom has some great ideas for pictures. We thought now would be a good time to start on that photo shoot you requested. Requested might not be the right word. He made it sound too much like a business transaction, but she’d go anyway. “I’ll change.” “No. You’re perfect, darlin’.” “You sure? I’m all wet and drippy.” Inside and out. Dom took a step toward her, his large body blocking some of the early morning rays. “We’ll dry you off.” Electric sparks made her pussy clench. He hadn’t been willing last night, so what had changed? “I’d like that.” She picked up her towel on the chair next to the pool and handed it to him. “Turn around.” She rotated slowly and spread her legs to give him access. His gentle touch came out too light, which did nothing to help her needy condition. Even the swim hadn’t burned off her urges. He only gave her back a once-over before twisting her to face him. He dragged the towel over her legs, then handed the towel back to her. Her tits were still dripping wet, as was her stomach. Fine. As deliberately as possible, she finished the job and tried not to look upset that nothing she did seemed to affect them. What was wrong with these men? “Before I spend hours posing, do you think I could stop for some breakfast?” They exchanged glances. “No problem. We’ll order in.” “Works for me. Lead the way.” She tossed the towel over her shoulder and followed them. All she could say was that day two better be more successful than day one. Dom called the kitchen and ordered scrambled eggs, two pieces of bacon, and fruit. He covered the phone. “You drink coffee?” What cop didn’t? “Black with a lot of sugar.” Dom relayed the order then disconnected. “We’ll pick it up from the kitchen in ten minutes. We want to show you the photo studio

 

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first.” He led her into a large room. She almost turned around when she spotted the wall containing a shelf with every imaginable piece of bondage equipment and sex toy. Christ. Her and her stupid checked boxes. Maybe if they saw her vulnerable and a little frightened, they’d want to taste what she had to offer rather than tie her up. Toward the back of the room sat a photo studio, thank God, complete with a blue cloud backdrop and four standing lamps, which was all standard stuff for a shoot. Maybe they were here just to photograph her and not pin her to the wall. She wasn’t sure if she was happy or sad about just posing. Man, was she a head case or what? Dom placed a three-legged stool in front of the blue backdrop and patted the seat. “Hop on up, darlin’. I just know Hugh Hefner would be jealous if he had you in his bunny hutch.” “Thanks.” Though she was sure he was saying that to please her. A lot of strands had come out of her ponytail and had plastered to her face. With no makeup, she was sure she looked a mess. “Do you really want to take my picture with me looking like this?” She glanced around, looking for a mirror, but found none. Maybe that was a good thing. Once again they exchanged glances. “Why not? You’re hot.” If that was true, why hadn’t they put the moves on her? Or kissed her other than just a quick suck to her tits or a flick of a finger over her needy pussy? Anything to show she turned them on instead of it always being the other way around? Dom walked over to her, slipped his finger under the top of her bathing suit, and tugged it across her breast. Now why had he done that? Her tit heated up from the casual touch. She needed to get a life. After he adjusted the standing lights, he picked up his camera and made his way around her, stepped back and shook his head. “Something’s not quite right.” He held out his camera for Trent to take. “I need to adjust you, darlin’.” She figured he’d swipe the errant hair off her forehead. Instead, he

 

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unhooked the top and lowered the tiny triangles, exposing her completely. Air pebbled her nipples. The apex of her thighs moistened, and her breath caught in her throat. She didn’t move a muscle, praying he’d touch her tits like Trent had. “That’s so much better. You, darlin’, are just about the most perfect thing I’ve seen in a long time. The camera will love you.” No complaint from her, but why didn’t he want to love her, too? “You want my hands up high again?” She didn’t wait for him to answer. Instead, she took control, lifting her arms high and sticking out her chest. He smiled. “You are a vision.” Wiggling his fingers for the camera, he had the lens to his eye and was snapping away in seconds. He circled, sometimes moving in close, other times backing off. “Amazing.” Though the words were probably empty compliments, they swelled her head. She spread her legs and lowered one arm. In a brazen move, she pinched her nipple and sucked in her lower lip, trying to look as seductive as possible. Trent’s eyes widened. Yes. She was having an effect on them. The camera clicked continuously. Dom lowered the lens and moved in, his lips in stern concentration. “Can we lose your bottom, darlin’? We need to see all of you. You are so special, I want the camera to make love to you.” At least something would. She slowly slid the suit over her bottom, stood, and stepped out of the suit. Without being told, she placed one foot on the first rung and leaned forward, the bottom of her pussy caressing the leather seat. She licked her lips, hoping at least one of them would take the bait. She thought about opening her pussy lips, but decided that might be going too far. At least part of her cop brain was working. She hadn’t seen Trent pick up his camera, but suddenly two sets of clicks resonated in the room. She moved and twisted, lifting her breasts, touching herself in every possible way. The need to prove she was right, along with the adrenaline high, made her morals plummet.

 

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The ringing of Dom’s phone shook her out of the zone. He lowered his camera. “Food’s ready. I’ll get breakfast for you. Take a break.” He nodded to the tossed suit. “You might want to wear something when you sit on these stools.” Now he tells her. “Thanks for the warning.” **** Brandon Mitchell disconnected, put his phone back in his gym bag, and ran onto the court. The three-on-three basketball game between the Phoenix PD and the neighboring Scottsdale PD was about to end, and he wanted the winning shot. His guard tossed him the ball. He dribbled in between two defenders, pump faked, then shot. Swish. The buzzer sounded the end of the game. Yes! Sweet victory. His two partners shouted in appreciation. His opponents booed. Brandon slapped his brother on the back. “Next time, Bill.” “Yeah, yeah.” He jogged over to the bench and downed a cup of Gatorade. Bill came over, a towel wrapped around his sweaty shoulders. “Good win. Mom invited us over for dinner tonight. You able to come or are you on duty?” “Dom just called. He and Trent need me to check something out. Tell her I’ll be by for Sunday dinner for sure.” “Will do.” His cousin had asked if he could do some undercover work and was even willing to pay him fifty bucks an hour for his trouble. Who could say no to that? He wouldn’t take his money though. Family helped each other out free of charge anytime, anywhere. Brandon showered in the gym and headed on out. It would take him a little over two hours to get there. Rod, the owner, had used his services several times, but Dom had never called to ask for protection from a client. It was always the other way around. Dom said their

 

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client had checked every box on the fantasy list, including sex toys and bondage, and thought if Brandon would keep her busy stimulating herself, she might not be so forward. Brandon pulled into the lot around six. Since he hadn’t eaten, he stopped in the cafeteria and ordered a couple sandwiches to go. Rod held his room year-round for cases like this. After he downed the sandwiches, he rang Dom to find out where he and Trent were keeping the little vixen. “We’re in the photography room.” “Be right there.” The workers had dubbed the room the torture chamber, but he figured with the girl nearby, he would use the less threatening name. His best tactic would be to go in disguise. From a trunk he always kept in the closet, he donned a mask, long black gloves, and tall leather boots. He might look ridiculous to an outsider, but he bet the little lady would respond well to his act of domination.

 

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Chapter Five In the middle of a highly exciting pose, Dom’s phone rang for the second time. “Hold that thought, darlin’. I have a surprise for you.” He smiled and her body clenched. God, he was handsome and so sexy. But then so was godlike Trent. Surrounded by two such handsome men, Tiffany’s body and mind weren’t connecting. She shouldn’t be so uninhibited. It really wasn’t like her. He turned his back to take the call. She was tingling all over thinking about the surprise he had in mind. Was he into whips and chains? If they used that kind of apparatus, she might have to blow her cover, or tell them she’d changed her mind about her definition of a fantasy. Dom covered the side of his mouth with his hand, mumbled something to Trent she couldn’t hear, and disappeared. A moment later, he returned with someone in tow. Instinctively, Tiffany drew her hands around her naked chest and dropped her leg to the ground to keep the exposure to a minimum. “Well, well. What lovely creature do we have here?” The newcomer smiled, showing amazingly perfect white teeth surrounded by a neatly trimmed beard. Too bad she couldn’t tell his intent, given his tone came out even, and the fact he wore a mask. What was up with that? Though the black polished boots were a bit much, he looked quite powerful. All that was missing was a cape, and he’d be a dead ringer for Zorro. Well, Zorro with a brown beard. Hold it. Did he just call her a creature? What planet was he from?

 

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She glanced from Trent to Dominic, both of whom appeared relaxed, as if they were good friends with this guy. The stranger approached and pulled her arms from across her naked chest to her side, stretching them out while his gaze raked over her nakedness. He appeared way too sure of himself. She crossed one ankle over the other, thinking she might hide some part of her. Uncomfortable with his perusal, she tugged out of his grasp and he let go. With a gloved hand, he had the audacity to pinch her nipple. “Very nice,” he said, before facing Trent. “Go ahead with what you were doing. I want to see you work before I try my experiment on this little virgin.” Virgin. Was he kidding? What had Dom told him? The carefree fun she’d just experienced disappeared and was replaced by heightened awareness in every part of her body, as if this man was the boss, the one truly in charge, the man who could satisfy her. Dom walked closer with his camera. “Darlin’, why don’t you get up, bend over, and grab your ankles? It’ll give us such a nice view.” She bet it would, but could she do so in front of the stranger? She peeked up at the newcomer. He smiled and nodded. Fine. Curious how this tableau would play out, she did as requested, but she kept her rear away from Zorro. Both men snapped a few pictures until Trent stopped them. “Babe, the light isn’t right. Can you turn the other way?” He moved one of the standing lamps closer to her, sending heat in her direction. The other way meant a clear shot of her pussy and ass would be in the newcomer’s direct line of sight. She wouldn't be able to keep an eye on him either, and no telling what he had in mind. Her tits still vibrated from the pinch. “She’s a little pale, Trent, don’t you think?” This came from the stranger. “Yeah, she is.”

 

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Who was he kidding? She had a great tan. “You want me to pinken her up?” What did that mean? She loosened her hands and stood. The stranger removed his gloves and strode toward her. “You are quite a specimen, but I don’t see any passion in your eyes that’s required to make this shoot perfection.” He reached out and pinched her nipples again, only this time with more tenderness, as if he realized he might have overstepped the boundary the last time. “Ouch.” She jumped back even though his action didn’t really hurt. Her cop reflex was to defend herself, but the second he smiled, her anger diffused. There was something about him that told her he, too, wasn’t a threat, that he meant her no harm. There was no question he was too forward, and way too dominant. She’d not seen anything like him in a while. “Sorry, sweetheart.” She’d sweetheart him. Zorro looked to Dom. “I can see she’s rather spoiled.” “She is. If you think you can tame her, go for it. That is your specialty, after all. Trent and I need a break anyway.” Dom motioned with his head for him and Trent to leave. Her pulse raced. “You’re leaving me with this crazy dude?” Dom waved his camera. “He’s getting you ready for us. When he’s done, you’ll be in the right frame of mind. Trust us.” He grinned, slapped Trent on the back, and disappeared. Goose bumps covered her body. She had no idea why this guy had been added to the mix or if he was even part of the resort. Did Trent or Dom think she needed to get ready? Were they outside planning on having sex with her? If so, she’d be ready for them. She backed up. “What’s your name?” “Does it matter?” He rubbed his palms together. “It does to me.” She wouldn’t cower in front of him. Maybe he was the one who assaulted the women. With Dom and Trent out of

 

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the way, he could overpower her, and there was little she could do to defend herself other than a hard shot to his balls if she could catch him off guard. “My name’s Brandon.” It was a nice name, but he still looked like Zorro to her. “What are you going to do?” Her muscles stayed taut, ready for action if he came at her. “What do you want me to do to you?” Damn him for having a voice as smooth as cognac. Her damned pussy walls contracted. Make that her traitorous pussy. Shit. Traitors be damned. His intensity added to her excitement. As if he were a magician, he pulled two retractable cuffs straight from the wall. He gently took hold of her right hand, and before she realized his intention, he cuffed her. In a flash, he was on the other side, securing her other hand to the wall. She tugged, and the lines holding the cuffs stretched further, giving her a lot of latitude to move. Being on this side of the cuffing should have bothered her, but for some reason it didn’t. If Trent or Dom had wanted to harm her, they certainly didn’t need to add Brandon. “Do they hurt?” His voice held concern. They cuffs were soft velvet, and given she could move, the confinement didn’t bother her. “No.” She was convinced this sexy trio was on the up-and-up, which turned her on even more. At his mercy, her heated flesh vibrated under his scrutiny. She was powerless in a good way, in an exciting way. Where had her instincts gone? One minute she was on guard, now her body seemed to want his touch. Why? Because they’re all innocent. “You look very athletic. I bet you can be a fiery one.” He had no idea. He got on one knee and wrapped a strap around her ankle. Had the confinement bothered her, she could have kicked her way out, but she

 

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stood there, daring him to tie her other leg. He did. Now all four limbs were fastened to the wall. He grinned as if he’d tamed a wild animal when no one else could. He moved in so close she could smell mint toothpaste, as if he’d just brushed his perfect teeth. Holding her gaze, he reached down and thumbed her clit. She jumped, not because she found it unpleasant, but because she hadn’t expected him to touch her. The other two men hadn’t been near her all day, and God knew she’d tried to entice them. “Only a little wet. I’ll have to do something about that. Bend over again.” Her back was only a few feet from the wall, but she obeyed. Zorro, or rather Brandon, stepped behind her and slapped her ass. Whoa. “Ouch.” The pain radiated across her buttocks and down her legs. She wanted to lash out, kick him, yell, but by the time the third slap came, heat raced to her center, causing her entire area to swell with arousal. “Your cheeks are so sweet, so red.” She had no idea he’d dropped to his knees until his wickedly fast tongue probed her, lashing at her clit. “Ooh.” She hadn’t meant to express her desire. The word just spilled out. She peered down. His head bobbed below her, licking her savagely, wreaking havoc with her control. He pushed open her legs so wide she had to bend her knees. The relief was pure bliss. Another moan escaped. The tongue was replaced by his fingers, rubbing her clit, flicking it then tugging on her hard nub. Her juices flowed, perfuming the air with her scent. “Love the tattoo. I misjudged you.” What did that mean? Did he think the snake meant she was into kink? That wasn’t good. Brandon slid out from under her and stood at her back. “Don’t move. Not even an inch.” The excitement in his voice turned her on. He reached around and rubbed his callused palms against her tits.

 

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She swayed to get more movement. “That feels good.” He stopped and leaned in closer. “Not moving means not moving. You will pay.” He stepped away and returned a moment later. “Bad little girls must be punished.” In his hand was some kind of device, actually two devices attached by a chain. When she realized the intent, her eyes widened. She wasn’t sure she was ready for this kind of sex toy. “Will this hurt?” “I promise you’ll love this. It’s made for wicked girls like you.” Damn. She knew she’d been playing with fire for two days and hoped she wouldn’t get burned this time. He slid the two small metal plates above and below her nipple before tightening the screw. The exquisite sensation shot down her naked body straight to her very needy sex. He attached the other one and gave an extra twist. Once done, he yanked the connecting chain again. She leaned forward to lessen the pressure, but that only made him pull harder. Sparks ignited from the tips. Her breath caught in her throat as her pussy rejoiced. “I have one more surprise for you.” How much more could she take? Already, she was getting way too moist. She couldn’t see what he was doing, for he stood behind her. Paper ripped. “What is it?” “I hear you’re a horny little thing.” “Not really. I’m here merely to pose.” “You aren’t a good liar, but I do have something to help satisfy your urges.” His fingers found her drenched pussy, and he plunged in, stretching her. It had been too long. The need overwhelmed her. “That feels soooooo good.” She wiggled to get the full extension of his fingers. “I need more.” Her breath sounded ragged. Right now she’d do about anything to get some release. “So you do want it?” “Yes.”

 

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“Hold on, sweet one. Have some patience.” He slid a hard plastic device in the shape of a huge cock, bigger than even a giant could possess, into her sopping pussy. She sucked in a breath. Her juices flowed around it, and the contractions kept on coming. “It’s too big.” Her voice came out raw and breathless. The damned thing had to be three inches wide. And hard. He stepped away and walked in front of her, probably to see her reaction. “No. It’s just right. You like that, I can tell.” He tugged on her nipple chain. Her body clenched around the too-tight object. “It’s huge. It’s stretching me to the max.” Her mouth opened to take in more air. “I’m not done.” No? More paper ripped, then she thought he opened a jar. With her butt in the air, he smoothed a cool salve over her puckered hole. “Excuse me?” “Don’t worry. I’m not going to do anything you won’t like. I’m merely getting you ready.” Ready for what? Trent and Dom? She knew what he had in mind. He wedged an extra large plug into her hole, stretching her so far she thought she’d break. He twisted the plug and pushed it in to the hilt. Oh my God. Carnal lust blasted her. “I can’t breathe. It’s filling me up too much.” “Relax. Move your butt a little and that sweet little pussy will let you know how much you like it. I bet your ass is vibrating, wishing for something more.” With one fake cock in her pussy and this large, slick, dildo-like plug in her ass, she’d never been more stimulated. When he slapped her ass, she nearly came. “I bet you’re dying for a real man, aren’t you?” He stepped in front and ran a finger down her stomach and landed on her clit. “You

 

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want someone who can fill you up, pump into you, stretch your tight little cunt, huh?” She swallowed hard. “Yes.” She loved the dirty talk. “But at the moment, I’m kind of all out of room.” She sucked in a breath. Every time she moved an inch, both objects twisted inside her, sending her to a place she didn’t need to go. She was already at her limit. Out came the dildo, but not the butt plug. The resultant emptiness shocked her. She needed him now. “You’ll have to earn it, sweetheart.” “Tell me how.” She tugged again on her restraints to see if she could get loose. He winked, spun on his hard heels, and walked out. **** Brandon heard her yell “Bastard” and smiled. She was some vixen all right. She loved attention and was more uninhibited than any woman he’d ever met. She was a handful, that’s for sure, which was why his cock was harder than it had been in memory. Christ, he had to leave or chance losing it. “Told you.” Dom faced him. His face must have shown the pain he was in. “Goddamn, she’s a hot little witch.” Both Dom and Trent stood outside the closed studio door, where they’d no doubt been listening to the conversation. “She was really excited when I put the dildo in her pussy, but when I eased in a tiny butt plug, I don’t think she knew what to do with it.” “I’m betting she’s a virgin in that department,” Trent said. Brandon adjusted his pants. “There’s no doubt about it. Guess I’ll have to be gentle if I ever lose it.” Trent glanced first to Dom then back at him. “So what are we going to do with her?” Brandon forced his mind around the practical nature of the situation. He paced. “I’m thinking we should let her go back to her

 

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room right now. Trust me when I say she is very ripe for the plucking.” “I don’t like that,” Dom said. “It could be dangerous if the person got a hold of her. She’s vulnerable.” Trent nodded. “I agree.” “We don’t have a choice,” Brandon added. “I’m thinking we stay away all day tomorrow to let her stew.” Dom crossed her arms. “We need to watch her. Follow her if she leaves her room. We don’t want anything to happen to her.” He agreed. “After I got your call, I contacted Rod. He faxed over her application. Apparently, she likes to exhibit. I have a plan. One that just might douse her flame. It’s all well and good for her to show off in front of us. She knows we can’t touch her. But what if we parade her in front of the dinner crowd?” “I don’t think she’ll go for that,” Trent said. Dom nodded. “I have an idea. You know those amazing shots you and I got? I think we should blow them up and plaster them all over the walls.” Trent looked doubtful. Dom continued. “We need to put Tiff in an uncomfortable position. Trust me, it’s the only way to douse her flame. She checked off the box that said part of her fantasy was exhibitionism. I say we paint her up like the tigress she is and bring her out in public.” Trent skewed up his lips. “If she’ll agree, I’m good with it. And if she says yes, I say we get a choker and lead her around on a chain. She’ll be completely naked, right?” Brandon’s pulse raced. “Absolutely, except for the silver butt plug I just put in her. With the handle sticking out, the whole place will know what she likes.” His cock got even harder. “We’ll paint stripes over her entire body, except for that sexy pussy of hers. We’ll leave it bare, just like she wants it. Everyone’s eyes will be drawn to her there.” Dom stepped forward. “If we want to be realistic, we should paint

 

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her nipples red to make sure they stand out for all to see.” Brandon smiled. “I’m liking that. I think Tiff will, too.” Dom tossed him a satisfied glance. “We’re game. You good at painting stripes?” “You have no idea. Until Thursday then.” **** Tiffany awoke more confused than ever. There was something definitely wrong with her. She was a cop, for God’s sake, who used to be able to control her emotions whenever they needed controlling. She’d been able to lie to pimps, act interested when kissing a scum bucket, and pull away if things got out of hand, but not this time. All three men had this invisible power over her. When all of them had escorted her back to her room after Brandon got done teasing her, she was riding high. My God, she never thought a glass dildo could stimulate her so much. The erotic thoughts were still driving her crazy, even though she’d taken it out the minute she was alone, despite them insisting she keep it in until they saw her next. Were they really thinking of having anal sex with her? She couldn’t predict their next move, which didn’t bode well. They’d told her to take the day off tomorrow, to think about her desires and what she really wanted from a fantasy. What the fuck did that mean? They were probably upset because she’d tried to come on to them, which might explain why they pulled away. Knowing men, they wanted to earn the right to have sex with her. Playing hard to get might be just what would cause them to break the rules. She kept telling herself she was staying around for the sake of being thorough. Aargh. She wasn’t cut out anymore to work Vice. Speaking of which, she probably should call her boss, but it was embarrassing to say she hadn’t been able to lure any one of three men over to the bad side. Every man from her past would look at a bare pussy and start

 

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humping. Maybe these men took some kind of immunity drug so they wouldn’t be tempted. Yeah, that must be it or else she was losing her appeal. When had thirty been too old? Aw, hell. Defeated, she decided to toss in the towel. There was no need to stay around for the rest of the week and chance getting even hornier, especially since she’d get no satisfaction tomorrow. She wanted these men so badly she was willing to do anything to get them, but if she adopted that attitude much longer, things were sure to end poorly. Conceivably there was a customer out there willing to satisfy her baser urges, but she only wanted Trent, Dom, and Brandon. Each one stimulated her in a different way. Stop dwelling on sex. Like that’s going to happen. She might as well finish out her stay today and leave first thing tomorrow morning. Since the afternoon looked clear, and there was nothing to do other than mope, she decided to rent an all-terrain vehicle, an ATV, and shoot pictures in the mountains for a few hours. She wanted to be away from men, and therefore away from temptation. Maybe when she got back, her libido would have calmed down. God only knew she needed something to dampen her urges. She downloaded the photos she’d taken of Trent the first day, reformatted her compact disk, and studied the images. My God, Trent was gorgeous. He had kind eyes and a gentle smile. Her chest tightened. She liked him a little too much. Get out of the resort. After putting the ATV rental on her tab, she hopped on the largerthan-life beast. Figuring out how to drive the wicked machine took some getting used to, but once she got the hang of it, she really liked the control. This time she was dressed in shorts and a T-shirt when she drove up the path instead of wearing that stupid straight skirt. What had she been thinking trying to look demure? At the last minute, she’d decided to bring the tripod, thinking the wind might be a factor high on the hill. She wasn’t sure where she

 

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was going, but she followed the trail Trent had taken her on and ended up at the base of the peak where she’d disrobed. She cut the engine and dismounted. As she picked up her equipment, a rather evil idea came to mind, one that might blow their minds if she could get them to meet her again.

 

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Chapter Six Tiffany set up the tripod so that the camera lens would overlook the valley below. She stripped and stuffed her clothes into her backpack. The wind whipped her hair and sent chilled air between her thighs. Her pussy clenched at the invasion, but the freedom of standing high up, unencumbered, exhilarated her. For a change, she was in charge. There were no men to tempt her. Now for her plan. Nothing would come of it for a few weeks, but when it did, she’d be happy she’d had the foresight to take these shots. It took her a few tries to frame the photo just like she wanted, but she set the camera’s self-timer, ran in front of the lens, and posed. Click. After a few rather good shots, she unhooked the lens and flipped it around to make the focal length less than an inch. The resulting photos would be super close-ups, showing every intimate detail of her body. Starting at her tits, she photographed herself right down to the trail of hair above her pussy as well as the now very moist slit. She was delighted with the size of her clit in proportion to the frame. Sick maybe, but she knew these three men would drool over what she’d done. She’d find a way to get their email addresses and send them the shots. Hopefully, they’d realize what they missed by sending her away. After she finished, she dressed and sat cross-legged, studying the beautiful valley below, thinking about her life. Her sister’s injuries, despite being terrible, had brought the two of them closer. She so wished her parents were still alive, but she was proud of how she’d

 

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managed to be on her own these past eleven years. Vice had made her only see the worst of life until this sting operation. Now, she could picture herself finding a good man, or maybe even three, and settling down. The sun’s rays continued to warm her, and her muscles relaxed for the first time in days. Even though her mind was in free-flow mode, she failed to figure out why the men didn’t seem all that attracted to her. Was it because she acted so desperate for their attention? Stop it. Her job here was done. Let it go. She might not see them again, so she’d just have to deal. Only it wasn’t that easy. Her stomach churned and a burning sensation attacked her chest all because of her damned need for sex. They were everything she wanted in a man and more. Time to get the hell away from here. Once she threaded her way to the ATV, she headed to the resort. A few times she could have sworn she saw something move out of the corner of her eye, but when she stopped the bike to check it out, no one was there. Slowly, she was losing her mind. Since there was no one to talk to in her room, she decided to dress up and go to the bar before dinner. This would be her farewell to herself, compliments of the Tucson PD. She’d put on makeup and a low-cut dress in case one of her men happened to stop by. While still on her second drink, she caught sight of someone looming large next to her. She spun around and her heart stopped. “Brandon. What are you doing here?” Even without the mask, his beard and large size were hard to mistake. “Probably the same thing you are, though I see you’re ahead of me in the drinking department.” Her empty first glass sat next to the almost full one she was nursing. With the mask, he looked more commanding, but without the cover-up, he was breathtakingly attractive, and even approachable. His strong cheekbones gave him an aristocratic flair, and the beard

 

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made his look quite professorial. Brandon slipped a hand over hers. “So what do you do when you’re not playing the sexy siren?” He thought she was only playing and wasn’t actually sexy? That stung. She’d rehearsed her answer before she’d even arrived at the fantasy resort. For a year after college she’d worked as a kindergarten teacher before a series of rapes had occurred near the school. Vice then became her calling. “I teach kindergarten.” His eyes widened. “That was probably the last profession I would have guessed.” She laughed. “Why? What did you think I did for a living? Pole dance?” He shrugged. “Maybe lawyer, corporate raider, something that required a highly intelligent woman to pull it off.” She appreciated that he thought so highly of her. “Interesting. And you?” “I’m a cop.” Her stomach clenched. He wasn’t from her department. She would have noticed him. “What town?” “Phoenix.” Good. He worked far from her. She quickly downed half of the wine sitting in front of her. “If you’re a cop, what are you doing here?” “Making sure nothing bad happens to the clients. The owner is highly protective of his reputation. He gets shivers thinking about lawsuits.” “You think Trent or Dom might do something to cause a lawsuit?” This was the break her boss had been waiting for. He chuckled. “No. They’re as straight as they come.” She let out a breath. “That was my take.” “In fact, they’re my cousins.” Her eyes widened. “To answer your question why I’m here, I came to see you.” She stilled. “Me? Why?”

 

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“You came on a little strong with the boys. They weren’t sure they could handle you, so they called me in.” Acid burned her stomach. If there’d been a hole nearby, she’d have jumped in. Perhaps that’s why he’d put the butt plug in her, to make her back off. “Would you mind if we took a walk outside?” She needed to collect her thoughts, and the cool air might do the trick. Maybe it was time to admit why she really was there. Or maybe not. “Sure.” Once they were by the fountain, she chickened out on telling him the real reason for her visit. “Look, you and Trent and Dom have fulfilled my wildest fantasies. Exceeded them actually. I’m going to split tomorrow morning.” She could have sworn a hint of panic crossed his face, but she couldn’t be sure. “The schools are on Easter break right now, so I thought I might take a trip up north and photograph the caves around Page for the rest of the week.” “You’ll get some wonderful shots.” He stepped closer. “So, you’re not a client anymore, and I don’t really work here. Maybe we could…” He lowered his head, and their breaths mingled. “Could what?” Say it. She reached down and took a big chance by cupping his balls. He pressed his hard cock into her palm. Yes! “I think you know.” He dragged a finger down her cheek. “We could go back to my room.” Every inch of her body thrummed with desire, pulsating with expectation. He shook his head. “I can’t in good conscience do anything inside the resort. Since you said you wanted to leave, how about you go pack and I’ll meet you back here in fifteen minutes. We’ll figure something out.” She reached up and pulled his head toward her, dying to taste him. He opened his mouth and invited her in. Her insides melted and her pussy exploded with joy. He lifted her ass with both hands and squeezed. God, she wanted to fuck him right there, but the rules were the rules. For him anyway. She broke away. “I can’t wait much

 

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longer. I’ll hurry.” She prayed this wasn’t a trap. She’d done nothing wrong. Maybe that’s why he didn’t discuss her transgressions. Thankful she didn’t meet either Trent or Dom on the way back to her room, she tossed her stuff into her suitcase and had stowed her gear in her trunk before Brandon came out of the resort. The side lot wasn’t well lit, and he apparently didn’t see her, for a minute later, he strode straight to his car and dumped his bag in the backseat. Brandon slammed closed the back of his SUV and rushed back to the fountain. She followed him. He didn’t turn around or seem to notice the tail even though her high heels slapped noisily against the pavement. It was almost as if he were playing a game to see what she’d do next. He kept his back to the lot and faced the well-lit entrance. She tiptoed the last twenty feet and slid her arms around his waist. Given he didn’t flinch, he knew she’d been behind him the whole time. He twisted around in her arms. “Hey.” The overhead light backlit his thick, wavy hair. Just knowing she’d be having sex with someone this exciting made her hot inside and out. She slid her arms up to his neck. “So where do you want to go?” He leaned over and nibbled her below the ear. “What about right here for starters?” “In front of the entrance? Someone could walk out any minute and catch us. It’s not even seven.” Her pulse fluttered as excitement raced through her veins. “Don’t you think it will be more exciting knowing we could get caught?” He ran a finger over the hollow of her collarbone before extending a thumb over her tit. “From the first time I touched you, you’re all I’ve been thinking about.” His words sounded desperate. “Oh, yeah?” Finally, a man who had some sense. Now was her chance. She reached for his waistband and popped open his jeans’ buttons, partly to call his bluff and partly because she wanted to grab his big cock and feel his flesh in her palm.

 

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He stilled her hand. “We have a long way to go before we get naked. I want to make this right for you, not something fast and cheap.” She couldn’t remember the last time a guy cared about making it nice for her. Brandon threaded his hands through her hair and kissed her hard and deep. God, that felt good. When he pulled away, he seemed to take her breath with him. She wanted more. A lot more. Gently, he positioned her back against the lower bowl of the fountain and ran his hands under her short dress. Damn, of all the times for her to be wearing underwear. But who knew Brandon would turn out to be a cop, and as innocent as his two cousins? The fact Brandon had a shield almost guaranteed Hollars would drop the case. “You know I’ve never properly punished you for trying to seduce my cousins, or me.” Yes, he had, but she wasn’t going to remind him of the wonderful spanking he’d given her. Her cheeks still vibrated from the paddling. She stood on her tiptoes and ran her tongue up his cheek. “What did you have in mind?” “Real torture this time.” “I like the sound of that. More spanking perhaps?” He slipped a thumb inside her panties and quickly found her most sensitive spot. “I have more creative ways to make you suffer.” He delved his tongue into her mouth and sampled all parts of her mouth. Needing him closer, she drew his buttocks near, but his hand was having a dance with her pussy and got in the way. First he dipped in one finger, then two. He flicked her clit and squeezed it tight before rubbing it back and forth. Juices flowed and her walls contracted. She groaned. “I want you now.” “Patience.” She knew what she wanted him to do with his damned patience. His fingers disappeared, and her panties seemed to come off on their own. She stepped out of them just as he flipped her around. Her hands caught the fountain’s cement rim in time. Next thing she knew, he’d

 

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lifted her skirt and nudged her opening with his cock, which had miraculously found its way out in the open. Waves of excitement sent pulses up and down her body. The dress zipped up the back, and once he found how to get it off, he had the top part of her dress resting at her waist. The fine mist from the fountain bathed her tits in cold droplets. He plucked her nipples and tweaked them hard but had yet to enter her. His large hands rubbed and kneaded her breasts. His touch was firm but gentle. Now here was a man who knew how to treat a woman well. “God, that feels so good.” She wiggled her butt. “Hurry, Brandon, before anyone comes out.” He slipped in maybe an inch. She pushed her hips back, but he moved with her. Then he straightened. “We need to leave.” No way. She spun around. “What are you talking about?” “It’s just the beginning of your punishment.” If he hadn’t grinned, she might have considered shooting him. Lucky for him, her gun was in her purse, which was in her backseat. “Follow me in your car, if you’re able to drive.” She hadn’t had but a glass and a half of wine an hour ago. “I’m good. Where are we going?” “Trent said we could use his place all night.” Yes! All night meant they’d have wild monkey sex with lots of kissing and touching. She stilled. “You told Trent? He knows what we’re up to?” “He’s cool with it.” Before she could question him further, noises sounded at the entrance. She whipped around, hiding her nakedness from their view. Her face heated up. She threaded her arms through the sleeves and pulled up the dress. Brandon zipped her up in a flash. “Better get those panties, too.” “Shit.” She swore he was laughing under his breath. Jerk. Taking a few steps toward the two couples, she scooped up the red material and stuffed it down her top. “I’m good. Let’s get out of

 

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here.” He walked her to her car and gave her his cell number in case she couldn’t keep up. Before he went over to his SUV, he dragged a thumb over her wet pussy and kissed her again. “Drive safely.” Clearly, he was telling her to keep her mind on the road and not on the bed they were about to share. Like that was going to happen. She was too horny not to think about his glorious body and what she would do with his cock once she got him naked. If Brandon hadn’t been in front of her, she probably would have sped just to get there quicker. The drive took about thirty minutes, but the two-story house in the nice neighborhood made the long trip worthwhile. She decided to leave everything in her car except her purse, which held her gun and badge. The department would have a fit if anything happened to either item. Inside, the place was a little musty as if Trent hadn’t come home from the resort in a while. If he stayed at work most of the time, why did he have such a grand home? There must be at least three or four thousand square feet inside. She had a lot of unanswered questions, but she’d wait until after they had sex to ask. “You want something to drink?” Brandon grabbed her hand and walked over to the bar. “I’m good.” This time she wanted to keep her wits about her. He pulled a beer from the bar fridge and guzzled a third of it. “Now where were we?” He kissed her nose and thumbed her nipples. “I think you were in the middle of torturing me.” “Oh yeah, that. Come on.” He led her down a hallway into a medium-sized bedroom. “Are you sure Trent’s okay with us being here?” After all, going into someone’s home without his cousin present was a little creepy. “This is the guest room. It’s mine when I visit.” “Oh.” That made it convenient. She turned her back to him. “Help me out of this dress?” She lifted her arms. “You are one horny little girl. It’s the process that’s important.

 

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Don’t be in such a rush. I want to make love to you, not fuck you.” She leaned back into him. “That’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.” “I’m sorry for you then.” He turned her around and cupped her face. “What I don’t get is why you even went to the resort. You’re beautiful, amazing, and talented.” Her face heated. “Most women who go there need some kind of assurance that men are attracted to them. You must know what you do to a man.” His kind words washed over her. She should say he was right, only he wasn’t. “My parents died when I was eighteen. They had money earmarked for college, so I went. I guess to blot out the tragedy I focused on my schoolwork and wasn’t into partying. I didn’t really take the time to learn about my sexual side.” “I don’t believe that for a moment, but I’ll let it pass.” She didn’t understand why the person he thought he saw was nothing like how she saw herself. He kissed her on the forehead. “Why don’t you lean back on the bed and let me take over? Do nothing but respond. Let go of all your ill-founded insecurities and enjoy.” Giving up control would be hard, but she believed Brandon would be gentle and treat her right, something she’d not let any other man do. On her back, she wrapped her arms under her head for support. He pulled a black cloth from his pocket. She tensed. “What’s that for?” “I think the experience will be so much better if I you can’t see me. I want you to be free to explore your feelings, especially since you said you never took the time before.” Against her will, her pussy clenched and her nipples tingled at the delicious thought. She debated his request for a moment and realized now was her chance to trust him or get out. “Okay, but if I freak out, I’m ripping it off.” “Absolutely. I want this to be all about you and what you want.” How had she found such a wonderful man? Too bad Trent and Dom couldn’t be here to join in. The thought of a foursome sent

 

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shivers up and down her body. Uh-oh. Was she doing this because she needed the affirmation so bad? Did she think the more men, the more she’d hear how pretty she was? God, she never knew she was such an emotional basket case. No, all three men were amazing. Each cared about her, and she adored them. They were fun, interesting, and intelligent, just the kind of men she wanted. With the blindfold in place, Brandon removed her spiked heels and massaged her feet. “That feels wonderful.” Almost as wonderful as having his big cock inside her, she bet. “Just wait.” He rubbed her legs up to the top of her thighs, but avoided where she wanted him to touch her the most. So this must be what he considered torture. Air rushed to her pussy when he lifted her skirt. Something squeaked then clanked. “I’m going to put some cream on you. It was developed by the Sensual Pleasures company, the people who run the resort. I think you’ll like it.” He rubbed in cold cream all over her mostly bare mound. Seconds later, heat pulsed everywhere causing her heart rate to rise. “What is that stuff?” “It’s a clit-sensitizing cream to make every touch intensified, maybe tenfold.” She twisted. “It’s working. Wow. I’m on fire. You’ve got to touch me.” The bed dipped. He separated her pussy lips and blew air right up her wet love channel. Her back arched up. “You like that, sweetheart?” “I’ve…never had anything…like that before.” He gently squeezed her hard nub and she thought her heart would stop. Her inner walls spasmed in delight. “There’s something else I think you might like.” She couldn’t imagine what could be more intense than what he’d

 

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slathered on her. “What?” Besides his cock. “You’ll see, but we need to get you out of that dress.” She couldn’t wait to get naked and have him make love to her. Blindfold on, she sat up and raised her arms. The zipper came down. He lifted the dress over her head, and her pussy throbbed even harder if that was possible. God, she needed him to touch her, rub her, anything to help calm the nerves dancing all over her body. She lay back down, ready for him. Not being able to see what he was doing drove her crazy, and every hair lifted in anticipation. Cold cream touched the tip of her nipple. Goose bumps raced down the side of her tits. He rubbed more cream on her other tit, dragging his hands up and down the sides. Suddenly, the cold turned warm, then hot. Her nipples seemed to explode. “You put more of that cream on me. Oh, God.” She rocked on the bed. Her body was on fire. “Please. Do something. Suck me. Touch me. Anything.” “I thought you’d never ask.” Another jar opened. This time he spread goo on her rear hole. She waited for the fire to spread, but it didn’t. “Is that different from the other cream that’s driving me crazy?” “Yes, but don’t worry. I plan to drive you crazy there, too.” He slipped a finger under her butt and slid it in her tight muscle. Her breaths increased. When her body relaxed, he dipped in another finger. “It’s already too much.” She swore the butt plug he’d put in before was big, but his two fingers stretched her more. “You’ve seen nothing yet.” He scissored his fingers, stretching her even more. As quickly as he began, he withdrew his fingers and got off the bed. Paper tore. Did he keep a stash of plugs in Trent’s house? “Can you get on your hands and knees?” She knew what he was going to do, and this time she wanted to wear the plug, to feel the cold steel or glass or whatever it was made

 

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of, to fill her up. It would make loving Brandon so much more fulfilling when he actually entered her bottom. “Let me know if this is too much for you and I’ll stop.” She spread her legs wide to make the entry as smooth as possible. Gently, he nudged open the tight ring. Even though she knew what to expect, the sensation took her breath away. He twisted it in. “Sweetheart, you have to let go. Relax those muscles for me. You’ll never be able to experience the real thing if this little plug has trouble getting in.” Little? She inhaled, then exhaled. Brandon patiently threaded part of the plug inside her. Sparks of lust grabbed her. It seemed like the plug had large bumps along the way, stretching and filling her at the same time. He pushed a little then pulled it out, working in the plug until it fit snugly. “There. Good job. Now try to forget it’s there while I fill you with something else.” “That’s impossible. My whole insides are vibrating.” “Perfect.” He rolled her over and slid alongside her. His lips were suddenly on hers as his hands explored her body. Their tongues touched, twisted, and entwined. He pulled her closer as if he couldn’t get enough. From all the touching, squeezing, and probing, her mind nearly lost consciousness. Her hands found his face. As if she were blind, she touched his beard and pressed her hips against his jeans. “Why don’t you get undressed?” Her voice didn’t even sound like her. So breathy and needy. She trailed a finger over his chest until she came to the waistband. “I thought I’d let you do the honors.” Finally, she’d get to feel him. She got up on her knees and tried hard to forget the object in her bottom, but every twist turned her on. She never knew nerve endings even existed down there. She couldn’t wait to try out this new way of making love. After a few failed

 

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attempts at getting his pants off, she finally succeeded. Getting the clothes off took extra effort since she couldn’t see. Not to mention every time she got too close to his face, he distracted her by guiding his fingers over all the right spots. She creamed, wanting him more than she’d ever wanted anything in her life. To make sure she removed every stitch of his clothes, she straddled him and ran her hands all along his body. Spreading her legs tightened the plug, driving her higher with desire. That added sensation on top of the cream had turned her desperate. “I think I might have missed something.” Why was she stalling when she wanted him so bad? He was definitely naked, but she wanted an excuse to explore him again. “I can tell you’re ready.” Boy, was he. His erection lay flat on his stomach, long and thick. “Are you going to stop torturing me now and let me have you?” She grabbed his cock and squeezed. “I’m burning up for you.” “You win. You are now mine for the taking.” She loved how he could talk and chuckle at the same time. A shout sounded from the front. It was Trent’s voice. She wasn’t sure whether to be deliriously happy he was here or upset that, once again, they’d been interrupted. Brandon gently patted her butt, pressing the plug in farther. “Gotta get up. I bet the boys will want to join in the fun.” “Boys? Dom’s here, too?” Now this was her fantasy come true, but, she swore, if she didn’t get some release soon, she might have to pistol whip all of them. She took off the mask. A second later, her other fantasy men walked in and beamed. Both Trent and Dom already had bulges in their pants. How nice was that? Dom stepped closer and ran a hand down her rear. “I can see we are going to have the time of our lives with you, darlin’.”

 

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Chapter Seven Her skin prickled with need as the two men approached the bed. Dom stood over her. “You are incredible. I’m sorry you decided to cut short your stay at the resort, but man, am I happy we can finally make love to you without losing our jobs.” She couldn’t believe she’d be able to touch them, savor their fabulous bodies, enjoy having their hands all over her. “Me, too.” Wait a minute. Could she really make love to all three? Even if all of the men were gung ho about the idea, she’d be cheating on two of them, right? It didn’t matter they were all related. Blood or not, they’d get jealous. And what about when she learned to like one more than the other? Could she, in all good conscience, make love to them equally? Trent sat on the bed next to her and placed her hand in his. “Babe, this is a big step, but I promise we’ll make it good for you. I can see from the way your brows are pinched you’re having doubts. It’s natural.” He glanced at Brandon. “Tell her.” Brandon scooted closer. “We all care about you. You have the right amount of aggression mixed with a wonderful heart. You love to flirt and are such a free spirit we can feel your excitement about life. We all want that in a woman. There’s nothing wrong with three men caring for one amazing lady.” She glanced to Dom. He said nothing, but the grin on his face and the big hard-on told her they were all fine with sharing. “Okay, but I’m not sure how much I can handle. I’ll give it a try though.” Brandon turned to the men. “We have to wait until she’s stretched out. We’d tear her to shreds if we tried to come in the back door.

 

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We’ll have to be content with exploring her sweet pussy tonight.” He held up a finger. “But in a couple of days, watch out.” He grinned and her heart nearly cracked from wanting him. She should be embarrassed having two of them watch her while she had sex with the third, but with these men, it seemed right, comfortable even. She moved her gaze from Dom to Trent to Brandon. Each was so different, yet they had a gentleness mixed with a certain level of control that appealed to her. Trent was kind, Dom more aggressive, and Brandon was a combination of both. With him a cop it explained why she related to him so quickly. Dom turned to Brandon. “Is she ready?” Brandon had spent a long time playing with her, teasing her, and setting every nub on fire with that damned sensitizing cream. Yes, she was ready. He shook his head. “Far from it.” “What? I am too. I’m so wet I’ve almost drenched the bedspread.” Before she got to prove her point, Trent leaned over and ran a thumb down her wide open pussy and slid his finger across her wet slit. “Hmm. Definitely moist, but I’m thinking she needs more time to mature. I want her desperate for us, and oh so willing to do anything we ask.” “I am willing to do anything you ask.” Play hard to get. Right. With these three that isn’t going to happen. Ever. “What can I do to convince you I need you right now?” She pulled on both nipples, extending them for their perusal. When none of them made a move, she slid a finger into her wetness and plucked it out. “See? I’m close to climaxing already. I can’t stand it much longer.” She hated that her voice came out pleading, but she was telling the truth. When Trent smiled, she knew he’d only been teasing her. He turned to Brandon. “I know how much our sweet lady here likes to be punished. Have you given her that pleasure today?” He shook his head. “I was just getting to that. Tiff, I think you know the

 

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position.” She loved getting spanked, especially by Brandon. “What about the plug?” “Leave it in. We’ll take care.” If he nudged the plug with a slap, the large item would go in farther. Her already burning flesh would be further stimulated, adding to the intensity of the experience. She placed her feet on the floor and rested her elbows on the bed. With her naked butt up in the air, she waited for the first smack. Instead of a hand, he rubbed more of that damned cream on her bottom, adding an extra dose to her already burning pussy. As her butt turned hot, a soft leather whip struck her rear, knocking against the end of the plug, causing her to squeeze her cheeks tight. Waves of arousal slammed into her. Her stomach contracted, and she tightened her fists against the overwhelming desire. Not moving took all of her control. “You like that?” Brandon had wielded the instrument. “So…” The rest of the words wouldn’t come out. The erotic experience turned her mouth dry. Next came a slap. The sting blossomed on her rear. The sensitivity from the cream had ignited every cell. Heat raced to her core, juicing her more. Trent stood at her side and fondled her hot tits while a second slap landed. The merest pinch of her nipples sent waves of lust straight down to her overly stimulated clit as well as to the tight ring of skin holding the plug. For what seemed like five minutes, Trent and Dom teased her nipples, rubbed them, raking their palms across the peaks before soothing them, while Brandon spanked her then caressed her oh-so-needy clit and ass. “I’m ready, I swear.” “Who wants to go first?” This came from Brandon. “You can go. We’ll tend to her other needs,” Trent said. Brandon took hold of her hips and slid right into her since her pussy was ripe for the taking. Instead of pounding into her and

 

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seeking his release, he slowly moved in and out, which drove her even crazier. Adding his large size right next to the plug, he filled her up completely. An overwhelming desire to come right away grabbed her. “Faster, Brandon. I’m going to come.” “Oh, no you don’t. You are not to climax, or we’ll have to resort to other tortures for you. Right now I want to enjoy your scrumptious body and well-oiled pussy. Do. Not. Come.” Heat radiated from the tips of her peaks down to inside her walls. Pleasure bombarded her from every direction as he slid in before withdrawing at a maddeningly smooth, easy pace. Had he not had such a tight grip on her hips, she would have pushed into him. His groan further turned her on, if that was possible, as did Trent’s fingers on her nipples. Dom had moved away, but she hoped he was enjoying himself as much as she was. A girl could only take so much touching and teasing. Yikes. After the long siege by his cock, hot cum shot up her narrow tunnel, and before she could climax, he pulled out. Damn him. “Brandon, I didn’t come. Please don’t leave me hanging.” Someone rubbed her clit. “We have no plans on leaving until you are totally satisfied.” Dominic must have exchanged places with Brandon. Thank you, God. A warm, moist towel found its way to her wet pussy dripping with Brandon’s juices. Dom wiped her up and down, over and over, until the rough terrycloth made her ache even more. “I want to see your face when you scream my name and come. Roll over for me, darlin’.” He tapped her butt and she clenched her cheeks in delight. She loved how Dom took control. Once on her back, he spread her legs wide and extended her legs. She’d always wrapped her legs around her man, but this new position might prove interesting. He gave her an unhurried kiss. “Don’t move. This angle makes the experience much more intense.”

 

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It did indeed. Her rear was pulsating from the pressure pushing deep in her anus. He pressed his pecs into her tits before kissing her more thoroughly. Sparks shot through her body. His back muscles rippled as he got into position. Smooth as silk, he slid into her, once again moving slower than two glaciers on a fault. Dom was bigger than Brandon, or so she believed. He kissed her eyelids, her lips, and the soft spot right below her ear as he continued to glide in and out. She lifted her hips an inch to get more of him. Her fingers grabbed his ass, and she hung on tight. Blood pounded in her ears, the climax building. Skin pricking with need, she ran her hands over the planes of his shoulders and over his short-cropped hair. Pulling him close, she parted her mouth to explore him again. He was so sweet, so sexy, so amazing. She pulled back, ready to explode, if he would just go a little faster. “I’m going to come.” Her fingernails dug into his back to urge him on. As if he could sense her release, he plunged deeper, hitting her back wall with force. He picked up his pace, delving into her, punching harder each time he pressed in. She let out a scream and swore they both gushed fluids together. Patting his butt softly, she exhaled, trying to catch her breath. “Oh, my God. That was amazing.” “You can say that again.” Dom rolled onto his back, taking her with him. She lay on his chest, happy and really satisfied for the first time in a long time. Trent cleared his throat. “I’m dying here.” She laughed and lifted her head. “Me, too.” “How about a shower before we can continue this affair?” he said. “Works…for…me.” Even though her limbs barely supported her, she managed to cross the hall and make it into the pint-sized bathroom. The shower stall was equally tiny, which surprised her given how large the house was. “Just you and me, right?” “We love sharing in everything, babe. We’re related, remember?” They wanted to share even in the tiny shower?

 

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All three men piled in with her. She had to plaster her back to the wall for all of them to fit. Trent had turned on the water a minute before she’d entered to make it warm. He nuzzled her neck. “Did I ever tell you how much I love your tight little body? You turn me on more than anyone ever has.” Really? Then he must have used a lot of self-control when he hadn’t taken advantage of her up on the mountaintop. “I can’t begin to tell what you do to me.” Trent pulled the handheld showerhead from its mount and pumped up the massage level to pulsating. He aimed the water on her back first before running it down to her bottom. The warm water eased her muscles and elicited many erotic thoughts. “Turn around.” His whispered command further excited her. He nudged her legs so wide she had to brace herself between the tiled wall and the glass shower door. He lowered the massager and aimed the pulses upward between her legs. Yikes! The intense pressure on her clit made her clench her pussy. The water tickled at first then pounded against her opening, sending pinpricks of delight from her inner walls straight up to her heart. Just when the contractions were about to overwhelm her, he moved the water to tit level. He seemed to enjoy flicking the warm liquid across her nipples. A strong pulse hit the tip dead-on and her pussy went into a spasm. She stilled his hand. “I need you.” Not the water. Dominic grabbed the showerhead from Trent and clicked it against the bracket. “We need some touch time, too, cuz.” Each of the men pumped out lemon-smelling soap onto their palms. Trent knelt down and washed her legs, using a touch so light he had her wishing for more pressure. Dom stood to one side and massaged and cleaned her tits while Brandon rubbed her back. Six hands kneading and working her muscles was as close to heaven as she’d ever get. Their finger pressure varied from wickedly light to deliciously dangerous. “Water.” Trent held up his hand for the liquid torture device.

 

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Brandon rinsed her back before passing the cleansing wand to Trent. He adjusted the pressure to spray and rinsed her legs. “Didn’t you forget an area, Trent?” she asked as she ran a hand over her pussy and separated her lips. “It needs so much attention.” She furrowed her brows, hoping he realized how close to the edge she was. He smiled. “You’ve read my thoughts, but I want to take my time there.” He tapped a finger right where she needed the touch the most. Oh, she liked that. Brandon dipped into the soap dispenser again and rubbed her already clean tits. Dom had stepped back and watched with a gleam in his eye. She dipped her head back. Brandon’s large cock nuzzled between her legs. How could she be ready again? Was something wrong with her? Never in her life had she had sex even twice in one night, let alone three times in an hour, and certainly never with three men. The forbidden nature turned her on, and the hot clit cream made her hornier than any woman ever should be. That product should be outlawed. Trent’s fingers separated her lips and slathered liquid soap all over her again. She gasped as the soap stung. The initial pain turned to excitement. The heat from the clit-sensitizing cream had yet to wear off. He alternated between rubbing and rinsing with some wonderful pressure on her sensitive little nub. Brandon pinched and rubbed her now-inflamed nipples, and Dom’s eyes shone as he crossed his arms and smiled. She closed her eyes, enjoying every touch and rub. The sliding glass door opened. She popped open her eyes. Dom and Brandon had slipped out. “I needed more room,” Trent said, moving in close. He nudged his cock downward, catching her clit in the action. “I want to fuck you standing up.” He kissed her so gently, and she knew the word fuck meant love to him. Trent stroked her back and his kiss deepened. She ran her

 

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palms over his slippery back, enjoying how his muscles played under her fingertips. “Touch me.” His breath came out reedy, as if he, too, were on the edge. She slid her palm under the dispenser and pressed. Full of soap, her hand found his thick cock, and as deliberately as she could, she dragged her hand up and down his length. He clenched his teeth as if to hold on to the last bit of control. Thrilled she could turn him on so much, she increased the pressure on his hard cock. With her free hand she cupped his balls and gently squeezed. His breath caught. “I can’t last. I have to have you. Now.” “Me, too.” She moved the jetted spray in his direction and rinsed him. In one powerful move, he lifted her up and settled her on his erect shaft. He placed her back against the wall to help support her, and she wrapped her legs around him, which only added to the pressure in her rear. Her head fit snugly against his chest as he guided her around his near-bursting dick. His size stole her breath away, especially since with the plug in place, his cock had to squeeze into a smaller space. Instead of going fast like she wanted, he held onto her ass, and squeezed her cheeks together, making her suffer by moving in and out at an agonizingly slow speed. My God. Had they all conspired to take their time with her? If she stayed with them, would she have to endure delayed climaxes? He nuzzled her neck. “Lean back. I want to sample those marvelous tits.” He stepped further from the wall to give her more room. She obliged. The dual attack set her insides on fire. He nipped and sucked, biting every once in a while. To keep from slipping, she grabbed onto his bulging biceps, loving his large, thick muscles. He pulled her forward and increased the speed. He squeezed his eyes shut. His cock enlarged, putting her over the edge. Her climax rocked her just as Trent shot his gism to the far recesses of her body.

 

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Every muscle relaxed, and he let her slide off him. Somehow he had the energy to tap her nose and kiss her. “That was fantastic. Now for more washing and wonderfully seductive towel drying.” “I can’t wait.” After Trent thoroughly washed her pussy, he took his time to make sure every drop of water was off her body. Brandon and Dom seemed to have disappeared. She was sure they’d return with some other fun activity for her. A small crash sounded in the bedroom, but when no one yelled, she went back to enjoying her towel massage. Voices sounded down the hall. Feet rushed toward her and the door opened. Her heart stopped at what Brandon held in his hand.

 

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Chapter Eight Brandon waved Tiffany’s gun and badge. Oh, shit. This wasn’t how she wanted them to find out about her job. “Can you explain, Officer North?” Now she knew what the noise was coming from the bedroom. One of them must have knocked her purse off the side table while getting dressed. “Yes I can, but may I get dressed first?” Being naked and vulnerable made her even more uncomfortable. Brandon’s lips pursed and his body stiffened. Dom stood next to him, but he couldn’t even look her in the eye. “No.” He reached in and gently pulled her down the hall into the living room. “Sit. Explain why you lied to me, and why you were at the resort?” All three of them peered down at her. She wanted to pull out the plug, knowing there was no need to have her be stretched for them now, but she didn’t want to show any weakness. She bit her bottom lip and dragged the sofa pillow onto her lap to give her some semblance of decency. She told them about Betty Dumfield and how the woman had claimed Trent or Dom had raped her last week. Trent’s jaw lowered. “The older, heavier woman?” “Yes.” “That’s bullshit. We had to work hard to touch her enough to give her a massage. She really said we raped her?” “That’s what she claimed.” He opened his mouth, but she held up a hand to continue. “I knew from the start she was lying, but since she was the mayor’s sister, my boss insisted I go undercover to make

 

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sure. After the short time I was at the resort, I knew for a fact her claim was bogus.” Both of their jaws dropped. “I don’t know why she lied. I reported my findings to my boss as soon as I was positive you were innocent. It’s one of the reasons why I wanted to leave. I had to investigate her story again.” Be honest. “And because if I’d stayed, I’d have had a breakdown wanting all of you so much.” Brandon motioned with his head to the other two. “Confab in the kitchen.” He turned back and pointed a finger. “Don’t move.” Tiffany debated getting dressed but decided she’d have more pull if she remained naked. All three seemed to appreciate her assets. After what seemed forever, they walked back in with Brandon in the lead. “If you had found proof of foul play, what would you have done?” He crossed his arms over his chest. “Arrested them.” Crap, perhaps she shouldn’t have been so honest. “Would you have investigated anyone else?” She shifted in her seat. “I don’t see the reason for these questions. I was doing my job. I’m a vice cop. A woman claimed she was raped. My boss told me to go undercover and check it out. Men who rape should be sent to prison for life.” He nodded, and the breath she’d held in her lungs expelled. Trent stopped forward. “So your fantasy was bogus then?” “When I first started, maybe, but then I realized I wanted all those things, that what I put down on the paper was my real fantasy. Until I’d met all of you, I never indulged in anything like this.” She took a deep breath. “I will admit that I checked all of the boxes without thinking of the consequences, but I’m glad I did.” “You can get dressed. Brandon will walk you out to your car.” Her stomach nearly exploded. “That’s it? You’re throwing me out?” “We’re sorry, but we’re not sure what we can believe anymore. All three of us felt some magical pull toward you, but now that we know it was based on a lie, we’re done.”

 

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Trent, the one she thought was the nice one, walked back to the kitchen. This couldn’t be happening. Dom picked up the keys on the coffee table and walked to the front door. This wasn’t fair. She finally meets Mr. Rights, and they abandon her. Do something. Like what? She was already naked, which apparently didn’t appeal to them anymore. She refused to cry or beg. Her father always told her to hold her head up high, and she planned on doing just that. She knew the truth. It was too bad they were so blinded by their egos they couldn’t see she’d done nothing wrong. Her only crime might have been that for a few moments after she left the resort, she’d let her emotions rule instead of her head. Standing, she tossed the pillow back on the sofa and proudly walked back to the bedroom to retrieve her clothes, swaying her hips just enough to let Brandon see what he would be missing if he let her go. She took out the plug, washed it, and set it on the bathroom sink. As quickly as possible she dressed, trying not to let the tears stain her cheeks. Stupid men. She picked up her purse and looked inside. Damn. Brandon must still have her gun and badge. Only her keys remained. She walked up to Brandon. “I guess this is good-bye then.” If she looked in his face, she might start crying. Saying goodbye to Trent was out of the question. She’d break down for sure. From all the pots banging in the kitchen, it appeared he was upset. Good. Brandon headed out and she followed. Talk about awkward. He said nothing. When she got to her car she held out her hand. “May I have my gun and badge?” He handed them to her. She paused, thinking maybe he’d take her into his arms and give her one last kiss. Wrong again. He shoved his hands in his pockets. “You should have told me the moment we left the resort that you were a cop. I would have been fine

 

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with that, but to keep such a secret meant you cared nothing for my feelings.” She hadn’t realized he would be so sensitive. “I’m sorry.” “Me, too.” When he didn’t move, she slipped into the driver’s side and started the engine, thinking of anything but what just happened. She would not cry. Nope. She wouldn’t cry. Okay, a few tears leaked out against her will, but it wasn’t out of guilt, but rather for what could have been. True, the three days had been scripted from start to finish, except for the sex at the end, and they had been hired to please her, but there was a true connection between all four of them. There was something special she might never find again. Shit. Life sucked. Without looking back at the house or Brandon, she took off, driving the speed limit until she got out of view. The thought of going back to an empty house and an even emptier bed thrust her deeper into despair, but there was nothing she could do about it now. Even if the most perfect man walked into her bedroom tonight, she’d roll over and tell him to leave. No one could replace Trent, Dom, or Brandon. When she was with them, either individually, or collectively, she learned who they were, what they wanted, how they handled her. In all her interactions, they’d been gentle, considerate and kind. One could tell a lot about a person when he touched you. These men gave her respect, something she hadn’t had in a long time. Was it love? How could it be in such a short period of time? The draw between them had been intense. Once home, sleep came fast but lasted no more than two hours. By 4:00 a.m., she gave up trying to sleep and got up. After a quick shower and doing a load of wash, she tried calming her racing thoughts with television. That failed to keep her mind off the three men. All that was left was to work on processing her photos. She knew it was a bad idea to stare at Trent’s profile or his well-defined abs, but the memories would help her get over the depression in the

 

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following days and weeks. She had a few shots of Dom when she was shooting the moon, but unfortunately none of Brandon. Damn, she should have realized this was a once in a lifetime experience and worked harder to catch them in candid poses. At 6:00 a.m., she fixed breakfast. Though it was still early, she wanted to check on her sister. Visiting hours were fortunately not an issue for relatives. Jen was the first non-hostile person Tiffany encountered since being kicked out. Good thing her sister was an early riser. Well, riser was the wrong word, since getting out of bed was difficult for her, but each day proved to be better than the last. She pulled up a chair next to Jen’s bed. “I’m telling you, these guys were unbelievable, but once they found out I was a cop, it was like they turned into rats. And it wasn’t even midnight.” She looked out the window at the early dawn. “Maybe they turned into pumpkins, I don’t know, but why did they have to freak out on me?” She glanced back at her sister, hoping there’d be some sign she understood the convoluted, one-sided conversation. “Di…di…they…” She bunched up the bedspread. “Did they what?” Jen tilted her head to the side, and part of her lip turned up. “Are you asking if they did it? If they were guilty of harming Betty Dumfield?” Jen’s thumb turned up, and joy spread through Tiffany. It had been so long since they’d so readily been able to communicate. “They were innocent. The men were nice. Really nice.” Her sister blinked as though she didn’t understand. “Here’s the deal. Brandon claimed he understood why I had to go undercover. After all, he’s an undercover cop, too. But, he said I should have exposed my true identity the moment I stepped into Trent’s house.” Jen faced her palm upward. “I see his point, but I really liked these guys. If I’d told them at the resort I was a cop, they would have tossed me out.” Then she never

 

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would have been able to experience the most exciting sex in her life. She stabbed a hand through her hair. There was no need to tell Jen she’d been too horny to spill the beans. “You know what the really bad part is? I never even found out their last names.” It looked like Jen brushed something off the spread. She was probably telling her to get over them, which was easy to say but hard to do. “You’re right. I can do better.” Or not. “I’ll see what my boss wants me to do.” She stood and kissed her sister good-bye. “Thanks for listening. I love you.” Later that morning, her boss handed her the names of all three men. “In case you want to do a background check on them. I spoke with the owner and he said those three were clean. One of them, Brandon Mitchell, is a cop in Phoenix.” “I did know about Brandon. He told me that as I was checking out.” She’d look into the other two to see if she could find dirt on them. She doubted it, but getting details on their lives might help fill in the hole in her heart. If by chance she did find out they’d lied to her about something, she might be able to worm her way back into their good graces. **** Trent did not want to go into work today. Facing another needy woman was not in the stars. Not after he’d been with Tiffany. Amazing Tiffany. His gut clenched. For a brief moment, he thought he’d found the woman of his dreams only to learn she was a liar and a fake. His people radar skills had disappeared the moment he saw her naked on top of the mountain. Boy, had he bought her act. Maybe her angelic face and goddess-like body had disrupted his brain waves. He then did something he hadn’t done since he started working at the resort. He called in sick. Lying to Rod left a bad taste in his

 

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mouth, but he had to plan his future. For the last year he’d paid his penance over Roger Pruett’s despicable act. Tiffany’s face flashed in his mind, as did her name. Tiffany North sounded familiar to him, but he was sure they’d never met. For the first time in a year, he had a desire to see justice done. Law was calling his name again. **** “Ms. Dumfield, I’m sorry to intrude, but I’d like to ask you a few questions about your mother.” The petite redhead, dressed in shorts and a tank top, ushered Tiffany inside her modest home. “Call me Charlotte, please. What’s this about my mother? Has something happened to her?” Her cheeks seemed to sink. While Charlotte’s house wasn’t large, the furnishings were nicely eclectic, and quite comfortable looking. “What did your mom tell you about the attack last week?” Charlotte slapped a hand against her chest. “Attack? What attack?” Oooh. Not good. “She never told you about the rape, I take it.” “Rape? Is my mom okay? How bad was it? My God. I can’t believe she was raped.” Her hands fluttered as if she needed to hold onto something. “She’s fine, actually. The attacker didn’t harm her physically.” If at all. “I don’t understand.” Charlotte took a deep breath and pointed to the sofa. “Please.” Once seated, Tiffany read a few of the comments from the police report, inwardly cringing at the words. Charlotte let out a long breath. “I haven’t spoken to her in a few days.” She bit down on her lower lip. “I used to go over to their house every day, but after I started dating Bobby, I’ve been a little lax.” Her fast breaths slowed.

 

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“Nothing serious happened to her this time, but something could have. That’s why your mom reported the incident.” “What do you need from me?” “When I interviewed the men, I got the sense she might have exaggerated.” Charlotte pressed her lips together and bobbed her head up and down. “I think I know what might have happened.” “What?” “Bobby happened.” She didn’t understand, but hopefully Charlotte could explain the elusive connection. “Tell me about him.” “Bobby Dunlap is my new boyfriend. When I went to the Sensual Pleasures Fantasy Resort about two months ago, Bobby was my… I’m not sure what to call those men.” “Resort employee?” “Yes. He was part of my fantasy. After my week was up, I used a little of my uncle’s influence to find out his last name. I couldn’t take my mind off him, so I contacted him. The rest is history. We’ve been hooking up ever since.” She grinned and looked a lot younger than she probably was. “I’m happy for you.” Tiff’s eyes watered, but she wouldn’t cry. God no. She was a cop. What was in the past was in the past. A sharp pain stabbed her belly at her loss. “What does Bobby have to do with your mom?” “Mom’s a little pissed that I’m seeing him. You see, Bobby is African American. Not only that, but I’m having sex and we’re not married yet.” “I imagine she misses her daily daughter visits, too.” “You got it.” “So it’s possible that your mom might be trying to discredit the fantasy resort as a way to get back at them for stealing her daughter from her.” “I wouldn’t be surprised. It’s been her MO for years.” Charlotte

 

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pressed her lips together and shook her head. “I’ll have a good heartto-heart with Mom and let you know. I think if I confront her, she’ll confess.” With a brother as the mayor, she doubted Betty would serve time for her lie. Tiffany stood. “I appreciate your candor. Best of luck with your new life. You look happy.” “I am.” Tiffany left, but instead of heading back to the station, she drove straight to Starbucks where she indulged in a decadent coffee with enough sugar to rot her teeth or cause her to go into a diabetic coma. While she had no physical proof Betty Dumfield had lied, she was convinced Charlotte’s take was right on. Now all she had to do was convince her boss to drop the case. She should be satisfied she’d figured out the woman’s reasons for her false claim, but the whole debacle with the men tainted any happiness she should be experiencing. While she finished her coffee, she rehashed how she’d handled her undercover assignment. If she’d broken her cover to Brandon, he would have told Trent and Dominic before she got to Trent’s house. The end result would have been the same. Her being alone, and three wonderful men pissed at her. Damn. These men were everything to her. Okay, the great sex was a portion of it, too, but certainly not all. However, it might be for the best. Could she really expect Brandon to drive two hours every day to see her? She wouldn’t be able to see much of either Trent or Dominic since they worked all hours of the day and night. Given their job was in a place where they’d have their hands all over women, she’d be miserable. It would only be a matter of time before another woman came to the resort who excited them more. Nope. Getting out of that situation was for the best. Then why did she feel like shit? ****

 

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On her desk, the names Trent and Dominic Lawton glared up at her. She stared at the neatly printed post-it notes Hollars had given her. She needed to toss the paper, but her heart wouldn’t let her. She’d done some checking on her men over the last few weeks but failed to find much information on either one. Charlotte had called in her mom’s “confession” and, with the mayor’s blessing, her boss had closed the case. She, too, should put it aside, but she needed to know more about “her” men, their goals, their desires, their backgrounds. Having failed to get enough information, she sent their names to Bob Caulfield, their tech specialist. She told him there was no rush. If anyone could find out about her men’s past lives, Bob could. Since her short, four-way affair, Tiffany had gone on three more undercover operations, but her zest for the job wasn’t like it used to be. There was never a day, hour, or minute when she didn’t think of her cowboy, her college man, and Zorro. Pathetic as it sounded, she’d driven out to the resort at least three times and sat in her car, hoping either Trent or Dominic would walk out the main entrance. They never did. In a way, she was glad they hadn’t since she had no plan to speak with them if she did catch sight of them. Begging wasn’t her style. Or at least it never had been. “Tiffany?” She looked up. Hollars had his arms crossed, but his lips almost formed a smile. “What’s up?” “The new recruit’s in my office. Thought you might like to meet him. His paperwork isn’t finished, but he’ll be starting in two weeks.” Wonderful. More work. He better not ask her to train the sorry sap. Her head wasn’t screwed on tight enough to help anyone. “Okay.” She followed her boss into his glass-enclosed office. A man, about six feet, with broad shoulders, had his back to the door. He seemed to be reading a poster on the wall.

 

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“Here she is.” When the man turned around, her heart stopped for the second time in a few days.

 

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Chapter Nine “Tiffany?” Her boss tapped her on the shoulder. “You all right?” She pulled herself together. “Yes.” She swallowed hard. “Brandon. Hi. I never thought I’d see you again.” What the hell was going on? She glanced at her boss. “Are you telling me, he’s the new recruit?” Brandon glanced to the floor then back up again. “I think I need to explain.” He looked at Hollars for a second. “Is there some place Tiff and I could talk in private?” Hollars cleared his throat and took two steps toward the door. “I’ve got something I need to check in the evidence locker. Use the office for as long as you need.” That rat. Her boss knew about her relationship with the men at the resort and had never mentioned anything. Oh, my God. What exactly did he know? Her face heated thinking what she’d done with them. She inhaled and studied Brandon. He looked more handsome than she remembered, despite the fact he’d lost weight. “So talk.” He looked out into the main office area. “Not only are the walls made of glass, but I bet half the office is listening. Can we maybe get a coffee or something?” Her pussy was jumping for joy, as was her heart, but her stomach had gone into convulsions. “Okay.” Why did she have to give in so quickly? Nothing good could possibly come of this conversation. She pulled open the office door and strode out. “I need to get my purse.” No way would she let Brandon pay for coffee or anything else. She should be excited he was here, that her dream man had

 

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walked into her domain, but there had to be a catch. Not wanting to watch the play of light over his face, she kept in front of him. Outside, she pointed across Corbett Field. “There’s a Starbucks over there.” “Perfect.” His shoulders looked relaxed and his stride easy. Halfway to their destination, he stopped at a bench. “Can we sit?” “Sure.” She really did want coffee, but they’d have more privacy in the park. She sat at the far end of the seat, thinking he’d take the middle. Once again she misjudged him. Brandon sat next to her and stretched his arm behind her. Her pulse raced being this close to the man she thought she could love. He smelled like the wind, all fresh and good. He eased his arm from the bench and leaned forward, his fingers dangling between his knees, and his gaze traveling across the park. “Tiffany? I gotta tell you. I’ve never been more miserable in my life.” The sadness in his voice made her heart ache. He was telling the truth. Dare she hope she was the cause of his misery? At least they’d have something in common. “Why?” She didn’t want to jump to any more wrong conclusions. He dragged a finger down her cheek and her insides clenched. Her stupid pussy dampened. “I think you know.” She crossed her arms. She’d be damned if she made it easy for him. “Last thing I recall, you accused me of lying and doing all sorts of unconscionable things. You all told me I’d betrayed you.” He shoveled a hand through his hair. Brandon had shaved his beard, exposing hollowed cheeks. “I can’t tell you how terrible I feel about accusing you. You were doing your job. I was too upset to be rational.” A quick stab of joy shot through her, but she didn’t want to get her hopes up. “And Trent and Dominic? Do they feel the same way? Or are they still mad at me, thinking of me as a liar who tricked them?” “They feel the same way I do.”

 

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Her pulse sped up, her heart railing against her chest. She held her breath for an explanation, but he seemed to be having a hard time forming the words. She touched his arm and an electric shock raced up her body. “If that’s true, why the hell did you let more than a month go by without contacting me? Being ignored didn’t exactly make me feel very important.” She turned toward him. “Go back about six weeks and fill me in on what’s been going through that thick head of yours.” He glanced to the sky and twirled her ponytail in his fingers. He lowered his hand and gently massaged her neck. She should stop him, but his warm fingers on her burning skin permeated her body and sent electric pulses straight to her heart. “We reacted badly when we found out who you were.” Ya think? “What changed your mind?” “After a few days, all of us realized we couldn’t go on with our routine once we’d sampled you.” He waved a hand. “Sorry, that was crass. Without making love to you. We knew we’d been wrong. As different as we three are, you were the one constant we all wanted. You were every man’s wet dream.” He winced. “I get it. The sentiment is nice. Thank you.” But she had a mind and a personality, too. She wanted them to want her for herself, not just for her body, but she understood that would never happen. Brandon shifted in the seat to face her. “Listen. We were asses and we want to make it up to you.” Adrenaline spiked through her body. “How?” “Come to Trent’s house tonight and we’ll show you.” She forced down the lump in her throat. “Don’t Trent and Dom have to work?” “They quit the resort.” She jerked. “Why?” “Trent said his heart wasn’t in the job anymore once you left.” She listened for the lie in his voice but found none. His steady gaze and relaxed hands told he was telling the truth. “What will he do

 

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to make money?” Brandon studied her for a second. “He never told you he used to be a very successful lawyer?” She shook her head. “We didn’t really talk much. He was playing the role of a photographer, remember?” “Yeah. I guess we were a little too focused on what you had to offer.” She had come on strong. “What about Dominic? What happened to him?” “He opened his own photo studio in town.” “Really?” So his skills were on the up-and-up. “I’m happy for him.” Then why hadn’t he contacted her? “So all of a sudden, you decided to look me up?” “The men wanted to make contact right away, but I asked them to wait to see if I could swing the transfer.” He took her hands in his. “Tiffany, we all want to be together with you.” She wasn’t sure what Brandon was saying. “Define together.” “We want you to come live with us. I changed from a job I love to make this possible.” His sacrifice astounded her. “Live with the three of you. As in one house?” Despite them being related, her mind couldn’t wrap around the idea. Nor could she imagine explaining to Hollars she would be making love with her coworker and sleeping with two other men at the same time. “I’m speechless.” “Take all the time you need to think about it, sweetheart. We know it’s a big decision. In the last month, the three of us have worked hard to get our lives in order so the transition would be easy for you.” He trailed a finger down her arm. “We’d really like to have the chance to convince you, and to show you what your life might be like with us. We have a lot of special treats planned.” He winked, and her pussy contracted then gushed. Images of hands and cocks flashed before her. “What time would you like me there?”

 

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“Does seven work for you?” “You bet.” He leaned over and kissed her. A dog barked and a kid giggled. He ended the kiss before they caused too much commotion. **** As soon as she got back from her talk with Brandon, and watched him head on back to Phoenix, Bob Caulfield, their tech specialist marched up to her desk with a grin on his face. “Got the information you asked for.” He dragged a chair over from the next desk. Now, she didn’t much care. She’d learn all about them firsthand tonight, but since he’d gone to the trouble for her, she’d ask anyway. “So spill.” “Dominic Lawton used to be a professional photographer for Sessions photo.” “Okay. Anything else?” Bob told her about Dominic being laid off due to the downturn in the economy. Again, nothing new there. “And Trent?” “He was an up-and-coming defense attorney for Smithfield, Danvers and Morrison. Smithfield told me they were about to make him a partner when he up and quit.” “Did he say why?” “Trent was the defense attorney for some guy who’d been accused of raping a woman. Trent got him off on a technicality. When the man raped and beat a young woman a few days later, nearly killing her, Trent felt responsible and quit.” Her heart rattled against her chest. The situation was too similar to her sister’s case. “Did you find out the name of this criminal?” Bob’s brows furrowed. He tapped on his iPad. “I got the case right here. Roger Pruett.” She became light-headed and wanted to vomit.

 

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Bob reached over and touched her shoulder. “Is something wrong?” “Yes, but it has nothing to do with you. I’m sorry. Would you excuse me?” She didn’t wait for his answer. She barely made it to the toilet before throwing up.

 

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Chapter Ten Her finger had punched the first few numbers for Trent’s phone so many times the tip was numb. She wasn’t sure what stopped her from letting the call go through. Maybe she didn’t want to hear him give her some lame excuse why he allowed the guilty man to go free. Did he know who that man had beaten and raped after his release? Was he aware if he hadn’t gotten the man off on a technicality, Jen would be whole? She leaned back on the sofa, deciding not to go over to the house as planned. She couldn’t face him. How could she ever have made love to a man whose actions had caused her no end of grief? Her cell rang and she jumped. Her nerves of steel had sunk to the bottom of a pit. It was Brandon, probably calling to see where she was. The phone continued to ring. Damn, she might as well get this over with. “Hi.” She swiped the impending tear from her lash. “Something wrong? We’re all at Trent’s waiting for you.” “Yes, there is.” Her throat constricted from the betrayal. “Do you remember the man Trent got off on a technicality? I believe it was his last case.” “What about it?” “Did he ever tell you that man went out and beat up a woman, nearly killing her?” “Yes. It’s why he gave up law. At least for a while. It’s why he’s now going to the prosecution side.” Her anger diffused a little. “Oh.” She studied the ceiling, debating how to handle this uncomfortable conversation. “Do me a favor?”

 

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“Anything.” His earnest willingness softened the ache in her heart. “Tell him the woman that man beat and raped was my sister.” Silence. “I’m sorry, Tiff. I’m sure he didn’t know.” Tears streamed down her face. “Just tell him.” She disconnected, not wanting him to try to talk her out of hatred. She turned off her phone. Not in the mood to cook or even pop something into the microwave, she went to bed early, hoping that in the morning, her rotten attitude would improve. Too bad sleep eluded her. Her mind wouldn’t turn off and her stomach wouldn’t stop turning. By six in the morning, she rolled out of bed, not feeling any better than last night. She checked her cell. Four calls had come in, all from the same cell number. Trent’s phone. Too bad. She still wasn’t ready for a confrontation. Since it was Saturday, she had the day off but thought working might be best for her soul. Be honest. What she really needed was to spend time with Jen, to tell her the bad news about the man Tiffany thought she might even love, or had loved. The drive to the nursing home seemed quicker than usual, probably because she dreaded bringing up the beating. When she walked past the nurses’ station, Sally was beaming. The nurse grabbed her hand. “You won’t believe it.” Her heart jumped. “What?” “Showing is believing.” Sally hustled down the hall faster than Tiffany had ever seen her move. She knocked before entering Jen’s room. “Guess who’s here, Jen?” Her sister tossed her a lopsided grin. “Tiiif.” “Wow.” A grin spread across her face. “You said my name!” Sally leaned closer. “That’s not all.” She faced Jen. “You want to show your sister what you can do?” Jen nodded. She sat up in bed, grabbed the walker, and very

 

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slowly stood. Tiffany’s heart beat so fast she was sure the noise would distract her sister’s performance. “That’s great. No, it’s more than great. It’s amazing.” “Not done.” “No way.” Jen’s arms shook and her legs bent and straightened, but she made it to the door and back before collapsing on the bed. “Did it.” Oh, my God. “You sure did.” Tiffany raced over and threw her arms around her sister’s shoulders. “I can’t believe it. And your speech is so good.” “Good.” Her sister pressed her lips together. “You happy. Glow.” She wasn’t quite sure what her sister meant, but the surge in energy and mobility had to come from somewhere. “Are you saying that seeing me happy made you get better?” Jen nodded. That was amazing. Too bad she had to break the bad news to Jen that the happiness her sister thought she possessed no longer existed. She hated to put a damper on the celebration by bringing up Trent’s role in the rapist’s release, but she promised herself never to lie to Jen. She must have been staring or something because Jen slapped the blanket in apparent agitation. Tiffany jerked up her head. “Sorry, I was woolgathering.” “B…bout?” It was time to tell her. She held her sister’s hand. “One of the three men I’m crazy about used to be a lawyer.” She told the tale of Trent’s career and how he got a guilty man off on a technicality. “The man’s name was Roger Pruett.” She waited for Jen’s reaction. Her sister squeezed shut her eyes, but when she opened them, they were clear and not filled with tears. She shrugged. Tiffany let go of Jen’s hand and studied her sister. “Why aren’t you furious?” Jen continued to look straight at her. “Not…Trent.” “True, Trent wasn’t the man who hurt you, but by letting Pruett

 

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walk, Trent might as well have harmed you himself.” Was that true? Trent did his job to the best of his ability. The tension in her shoulders loosened. “Wouldn’t you be mad if you were me? I hate to break your bubble about your big sis, but I slept with Trent. And liked it.” She lowered her head. “Now, I can’t live with myself.” “Forgive h…h.” “Forgive him? You want me to forgive him?” Jen nodded. “Well, you’re a bigger person than I am.” Tiffany sat there stunned. How was it possible that Jen was able to see what she couldn’t? Trent wasn’t the bad person she painted him to be. Her love for Jen had colored her ability to see things the right way. “Be happy again,” Jen said. Tiffany took her sister’s hand in hers. “You are so much smarter than I am. You’re totally right.” She leaned over and gave her a hug. “I hope I haven’t messed things up with them too much.” Her sister managed a lopsided smile, and Tiffany nearly cried with joy. **** Because of Jen’s amazing progress and insight, Tiff decided to stay home for the rest of the day, clean house, and do all the chores she never had time for. She still hadn’t decided precisely what to do about the men, but if her sister could forgive Trent, so could she. She’d stepped out of the shower when the front doorbell rang. Only wrapped in a towel, she couldn’t exactly answer the door. Instead she trotted to the kitchen and looked out. Brandon’s SUV sat in the drive. Yes! She nearly knocked over a bottle on the counter. Wouldn’t he get a surprise if she opened the door naked? Nah, that was too much too soon. She made sure her towel was

 

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securely fastened and tugged the door open. All three men stood there, hands behind their backs. Trent had cut his long hair. While she liked the longer look, the new style fit better for a lawyer. Trent’s gaze was cast downward, and Dom looked solemn, but Brandon had pulled back his shoulders, acting like he was ready to do battle for his two cousins. “You guys want to come in, or do you want the neighborhood to see that I’m almost naked?” She smiled, but her lips wobbled a little, and her pulse raced. Trent cocked a brow. “I thought you might have a gun pointed at me.” “Yesterday, I would have, but I spoke with Jen.” “And?” He moved a little closer. “She told me to forgive you.” He blew out a breath. “Did you?” She debated carrying the grudge a little longer but realized that would get her nowhere. “Yes.” Trent pumped a hand in the air then waved the bottle of wine he’d been carrying. “You hear that guys? Tiffany forgives me. I say we celebrate.” She laughed. “There’s a corkscrew in the top drawer next to the stove.” He disappeared. She sat on one of the chairs only to realize the small towel gaped open too much. “Let me change.” “No,” they both said in unison. She was game. “Okay.” Dom had a fairly large box, and Brandon carried a bag of something. “Have a seat.” Brandon winced. “I know how upset you were with us when we asked you to leave, and then how mad you were with Trent when you found out his connection to your sister’s rapist, but we want to make it up to you.” Her heart zinged just as Trent came back with the wine and four drink glasses of various sizes and shapes. He set them on the table and poured.

 

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Dominic cleared his throat. “I know Brandon told you we’ve been miserable without you. I speak for all of us when I say we love you.” His gaze shot to the floor. Her pulse skyrocketed. “You do?” Love? All three said “Yes” in unison. Trent then held up his glass. “Before we start our orgy, I want to apologize to Tiff.” She liked the sound of the orgy part, but she needed to say something. She held up her hand. Rehashing what she’d thought about for the last two days wasn’t how she wanted to spend the night. Her sister had made her see the light. “You were only doing your job. I realize that now. Jen is fine with it, too.” Trent studied her. “You sure?” She knew it sounded that her one-eighty had come out of nowhere, but she’d given it a lot of thought. “Really.” She sipped her wine. “I say what’s done is done.” She didn’t want to talk about it anymore. “So what’s in the box and bag?” All three laughed as Dom pulled off the top. “I thought you’d never ask. We believe you’re the same person now as the woman who came to the resort, but we want to be sure.” “What does that mean?” Trent came over to her and pulled her to her feet. “The woman at the resort had very sensitive nipples. We’re not sure she wasn’t just a fake. I need to test you to see if you respond the same way.” Tiffany laughed, knowing full well this was a ploy to touch her. She lowered the towel and offered up her breasts. Trent bent down and tasted her. He swirled his tongue around each nipple, causing the bundle of nerves to nearly catch on fire. “Well, Trent,” Dom asked. “Is it her?” “I think so, but I can’t be sure.” “I can tell,” Brandon said. He came over and dipped two fingers into her hot pussy, then pulled them out. Her walls clenched tight, wanting him inside her.

 

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He rubbed his fingers together. “It seems like her. She’s wetter than a sponge floating in a sink.” “Eww.” She laughed at the bad analogy. Dom pulled out some gizmo from the bag that looked like a computer mouse with wires attached to it. “This will be the ultimate test. It will bring you to new heights, and we’ll be able to tell from your moans and groans if the woman we knew at the resort is the same as the cop in front of us.” Her pussy got wet thinking about the electric contraption’s possibilities. “I’m game.” Next he waved the clit-sensitizing cream. She backed up. “I’m not so sure about that. Last time Brandon used that on me I became way too hot.” Dom sent a look at Trent and Brandon. “But that’s part of the reason why we love you. You are uninhibited, so free. We want to help you every way we can to keep you seeking pleasure. For tonight, we’d like to tease you and tempt you like you’ve never been teased or tempted before.” The glint in his eyes almost made her come. “I’m all for that, but on one condition.” All three men’s gazes raked over her body. A power she’d never known filled her. Brandon wet his lips. “What’s that?” She glanced at their crotches. All three had hard-ons. She walked before them, making sure to keep slightly more than an arm’s length away. “Before you do what you want with me, I want to return the favor and tempt all three of you. Give me one hour to fulfill my fantasy, and then you can have at me. What do you say?” Dom grinned. “Darlin’, you just made yourself a deal.”

 

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Chapter Eleven Adrenaline pumped through every cell in Tiffany’s body. She got to be in control for once, and the intense feeling nearly overwhelmed her. When she studied all three, she wasn’t sure she could pretend to be unaffected by their sex appeal. How could she touch their rippled bodies, suck on their cocks, and not give in and boff them silly? Be strong. Here goes. She leaned over, making sure her tits were close to Brandon’s face. “Anything else in the bag?” She wanted him to touch her needy tits, which ached for his caress. Brandon grinned and pulled out a cowboy hat. He tossed it to Dom. “For myself, I brought the mask. I thought you might like the props to remind you of the fantastic time you had at the resort, but it’s your call.” She stepped back, debating her next move. “That works for me.” She chewed the nail on her forefinger. “Give me that sensitizing cream.” His Adam’s apple bobbed. “Dom’s got it.” Dominic handed her the jar. That was his first mistake. The men never should have agreed to give her control. She was going to have the time of her life, assuming she could last. Her pussy was already crying out for them. “I think I’ll start with you, Dom.” “Bring it on, darlin’.” Naked, she stepped around the coffee table and dragged his tight T-shirt over his head. His pecs wiggled, and she squatted to lick his

 

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flat nipples. They peaked just like hers did when the cool air blew across them. She dragged a finger across the hard tip, and desire spread through like wild fire. Her feeling of control was slipping from her fingers, and she almost succumbed to having sex with him right then and there. She straightened and cleared her throat. “Stand closer, please.” He glanced at the other two, smiled, and did as she asked. God, he was tall. Before she took off his pants, she reached up, and drew his head down to meet hers. When he bent forward, he wrapped his arms around her waist. His touch turned her insides to mush. She pulled back and wagged a finger. “Uh-uh. No touching. I think I’ll have to punish you.” She expected the thrill of control to embrace her. Instead only desire wrapped its arms around her. “Whatever you say, darlin’. Bring it on.” She drew her arms around his neck again and closed her lids part way. “Let’s see if you can get it right this time.” After pressing her tits against his chest, she ran her tongue along his lips. God, she loved the feel of him. Rough, manly, and pure sex appeal. He opened his mouth and she dove in, but only for a second. If she hadn’t stopped, she never would have come up for air. She swallowed and stepped back, hoping he wouldn’t see the desperation in her eyes. Trent chuckled. “Oh, boy. You’re in for a lot of trouble, Dom.” He wrapped his hands behind his head, acting like he didn’t believe she’d last long enough to get to either of them. She hoped to prove him wrong. “I’ll let you untie your shoes and take them off,” she said. The intimate act of removing his footwear was too much right now. She needed to cool off. Once Dom pushed his shoes aside, she slipped her fingers under his waistband. His hard abs pressed against her knuckles, and a jolt of electricity ran the length of her arm. My God, she had to be careful not to rush the seduction. Holding out until she’d undressed all of them would take full concentration.

 

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One button at a time, she undid his jeans. His cock strained to get out. As slow as possible, she pulled the denim over his nice ass and down his legs, making sure to nudge his cock that was peeking out from the slit in his boxers. She so wanted to take him into her mouth and make love to him, but that would make her come too soon. Dom groaned as he shed his jeans and his boxers. She couldn’t take her gaze off him. He was huge, throbbing. Memories flooded on how he’d taken his time with her, loving her. She wanted that again. To divert her attention from the anticipation, she picked up his hat and placed it on his head. “Now you look like your old self. How about spreading those legs wide, cowboy?” She bet they all could see right through her bravado. As soon as he responded, she grabbed his cock. He gasped. She bent over and sucked him nice and slow. Her pussy clenched, and she wanted nothing more than to drag him into the bedroom and fuck him with all her might. She stopped, causing Dom to suck in an audible breath. “What do I have to do for you to continue?” His voice cracked. She was so close to the edge herself. “See how frustrating it can be when someone starts something, then stops just when the going gets good?” She was positive she wanted him more than he wanted her. The only way to keep from giving in was to slather the cream on his cock. For his pleasure, she’d have to wait for the magic of the heat to sink in, which would give her time to compose herself. She took the lid off the sensitizing cream, and before he could object, she slipped a dollop onto the head of his cock and rubbed it in. A moment later, his eyes widened and his breaths came out faster. “I don’t believe you did that. Do you know how hot I am?” She blew air over the length of him. “Now you know what I went through, but so that you don’t suffer alone, I’ll put some on, too.” As hot as she was, rubbing on the cream might be stupid, but for some reason, she wanted both of them to experience the same pleasure of fire burning inside and out.

 

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Dipping a finger into the cream, she slathered some on each nipple. Immediately, heat blasted her. She spun around, bent over, and grabbed her knees. “Darlin’, that is a very dangerous position.” He held her bottom in place. “What are you going to do about it?” A second later, cool grease slicked her puckered hole. Her body nearly exploded with need. “Am I finally going to experience all of you?” She had a hard time controlling her breath. “You bet, but not just me. I want all of us to participate at the same time, if you’re willing.” Right now, she wanted nothing more. He placed her opening within inches of his cock then grabbed her ass, entered one inch, and stopped. Her breath whooshed out. “Please. Don’t stop.” God, she never should have taken on the role of tormentor. Now they’d give her no mercy. He plunged in once, sliding down her slick walls. Pulses of desire raced through her. Then he did the unspeakable. He withdrew. Her breath whooshed out. She turned her head to see him. “How could you stop like that?” He cupped both cheeks. “That was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do, but I know how much you want to tease Trent and Brandon, so I’ll wait.” This game of control was more than she could take. “No, I need you now.” “You sure?” She wet her lips, never more sure of anything. “I don’t know how you three lasted when you made love to me at such a leisurely pace.” “It was hard, believe me, but we did it for your pleasure. To hold back our climaxes was to show you how much we loved you.” Their sacrifice made her heart beat faster. Dominic grabbed her to

 

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his chest and kissed her with more passion that she knew possible. She pressed into him and wrapped her arms around his neck. He tasted like the fruity wine. The world seemed to stand still as he lowered his hand between her and rubbed her clit. Next thing she knew, she was floating. Trent and Brandon had picked her up and were carrying her to the bed like some ancient goddess. Trent leaned over her. “We all want to make love to you, to make this the most wonderful experience, to show you how much you mean to all of us.” The words went into her brain. She repeated and savored what they said over and over as if she could taste them. Telling them what they meant to her would mean she’d had to speak. She couldn’t. Not yet. Their touches stole her heart. Trent and Brandon placed her on the bed, their broad smiles calming her. “Now it’s our turn to satisfy you.” Brandon leaned over and kissed her softly, as if she were fragile. Goose bumps danced across her skin. She inhaled, ready for the heady lovemaking. “Don’t torment me too much.” He dipped a finger inside her pussy, and she clenched tight. She needed them now. Brandon tossed her an exaggerated frown. “We’ll have to work hard to get you ready for all three of us. Dominic didn’t stay long enough to warm you up.” She couldn’t get any wetter, and from the twinkle in his eye, he knew it, too. From the box Dom had been carrying, Brandon lifted two sets of the velvet cuffs. “You like?” “What are you going to do with them?” As if she couldn’t guess. She must have sounded frightened, because Brandon’s face paled. “Nothing you won’t like, I promise.” “Yes. Anything. My nipples are already on fire. I need you to touch them. Please.” Excitement sizzled in her veins, and her pussy

 

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gushed. She loved being tied up. As if she’d pushed some “move” button, all three went to work tying her to the four-poster bed. She tugged on her restraints and realized she couldn’t get loose if she tried. The air conditioner clicked on and the vent pushed air straight up her wet pussy. She shivered. Trent picked up another device that looked like a computer mouse. “I know you’ll adore this. I can’t wait to see your face when the passion takes hold.” The passion had already taken hold. Weren’t her eyes glazed over already? And her pussy wetter than ten oceans? He wiggled the oval machine. This looked like some torture device, more sinister than the metal plates Brandon had attached to her nipples in the photo studio. From one end of the handheld device were two wires attached to metal alligator clips. Trent bent over and clipped the clamps to both nipples. Her breath caught. The pointed ends pinched for a second, then rushed erotic pleasure through her tits right down to her pussy. He stood back and waved the mouse. Reality dawned. “Does that turn on?” Her pulse quickened. “You have no idea. Rod, the owner of the resort said his former company, Sex Toys for U, designed this. His wife can’t get enough of the machine. Are you ready for level one?” She lifted her tits higher, making the prongs dig deeper. “I can’t wait.” Heat waves radiated from the tips and he hadn’t even started. “Here goes.” An electric current shot from one nipple to the other, making her back arch. Her pussy danced at the stimulation. “Oh, my God. That’s amazing.” “Ready for more amps?” The pleasure coursed through her body. “Yes.” She wet her lips, waiting for more power. The next increase sent her pussy vibrating something fierce, the need for penetration growing with each pulse. The tips of her breasts tingled. Brandon sat on the edge of the bed, slid his hand under her

 

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bottom, and rubbed his thumb over her anus, adding to her need. His touch wasn’t light, but she needed more. “God, that feels…good.” The powerful machine made it hard to talk. This time Trent didn’t ask if he could give her more amps. Another click sounded to what had to be the highest level. Her skin was on fire and her pussy exploded. She was sure she was dripping. Brandon slid two fingers inside her tight rear muscle, and sent her closer to a climax. She wanted a hard cock to put an end to her desperation. “Last level, babe.” My God. Pleasure crashed down on her in waves. She tugged on the constraints. The need to touch overwhelmed her. Blood pounded in her head as she bucked and rolled. Just as she was about to climax, Trent cut the power. The lack of stimulation caused a hole larger than the biggest cavern. “No! You can’t stop!” Trent put the instrument down and pulled off the clips. “I see you liked that a little.” She wet her lips. “Yes, more than a little.” He leaned over and nipped her raw nipples. Sparks shot through her body. She’d never wanted these men more. Before she could express her need, Dom set about playing with her other nipple while Brandon applied his tongue between her thighs. Her head swam with need. Bombarded from every direction, she had a hard time concentrating, as each area drew her attention away from the other. “You’ve got to untie me. I have to touch you.” As if her wish was their command, she was freed in a moment. She lifted her legs around Brandon’s head and drew him inward. She massaged Trent’s and Dom’s rippling back muscles as they sucked and nipped on her tender tips. Their sinewy skin was pure heaven to her fingers. Brandon’s tongue left her pussy and trailed up her belly. As if he’d parted the sea, the other two fell away.

 

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Trent moved his cousin out of the way and flipped her over on top of him. “Sit on me and ride me hard.” He didn’t have to ask twice. She opened her legs and slipped down him, seating him to the back of her pussy. His length filled her. She almost didn’t want to move and just enjoy having him inside her. Brandon moved behind her, his hands resting on her rear. A moment later his cock pressed open her tight ring of muscle. Her breath lodged in her throat. “This isn’t going to work.” “You remember the drill. Relax. We want to give you as much love as we can.” From underneath, Trent lifted her hips, sliding partway out of her. “You stay there, Tiffany, and let me make love to you.” Brandon must have put lube on himself, for the moment his cock popped in past the ring, her breath caught in her throat. “I can’t. It’s too much.” He squeezed her bottom with one hand and made gentle swirls on her back with the other. “Feel Trent inside you. We want to make love to you.” His voice came out so gentle, her cheeks unclenched. He must have been able to tell the moment she gave in, for he pressed in further. Between the two of them, there was no more room. Brandon seemed to wait for her to accommodate his size. Trent picked up speed, and Dom moved to the side and began to massage her tits. Between the three of them, her body gave in to the wondrous sensations. Brandon edged in deeper, filling her up until her whole body encircled the men she loved. Brandon and Trent worked together. It seemed when one entered, the other slightly withdrew, creating a high she’d never reached before. As she was trying to grasp the emotions washing over her, Dom tilted her head to the side and presented her with a spectacular cock. “Suck me, Tiffany. Make love to me.” She couldn’t resist and took him into her mouth. Her tongue danced around the tip then she’d suck hard on him. He cupped her

 

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head and took over the rhythm, plunging into her mouth, but never going too far to make her gag. Her love poured into him with every pump of his cock. Tears formed on her lashes and the beauty of the coupling with these three men washed over her. “Tiffany,” Brandon moaned. “Oh, God, sweetheart. I’m coming.” His fluids shot into her, searing her body. He didn’t stop. “Come for me.” The command must have registered with the others. Blood coursed through her as she released a scream. Her climax consumed her just as Trent bucked into her and held tight. His cum filled her insides. With two more thrusts, Dom emptied into her mouth. He pulled out so she could swallow the salty life-giving fluids. No one said anything for a moment. Brandon pulled out of her rear, and Trent rolled her to the side. Nothing felt more right. Brandon and Dom stood over her with smiles on their faces. Trent groaned, acting like he had given up all his energy. She couldn’t wait to try out Dom. “Give me a moment to catch my breath.” Dom dropped next to her and brushed the damp hair from her face. “You take all the time you need. Just seeing you like that makes me know we all need to be together. For good.” She couldn’t believe her ears. “You really want me?” “More than you can know.” For the first time in her life, she felt complete, as if the world above was smiling down on her. “There is nothing more that I want than to live with you three.” She prayed they’d say their offer still stood. “We have a lot of catching up to do, to prove our love.” Trent kissed her hard and fast. He and Dom piled in on either side and began their magic on her body again. For the first time in many years, she felt truly loved.

 

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Nothing was going to take her away from them again.

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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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