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Authors: Jessica Lee

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"Christ, you're beautiful." The
husky sound of arousal in his voice had her stomach flipping like a
schoolgirl. He stood and headed toward her, his gaze never wavering
from hers.

Breathe, Monica. Don't forget to
breathe.

They'd been together for a
total of four years, and she still considered Dane one of the most
handsome men she'd ever known—six foot two, olive skin, and a head
of dark hair he kept at a professional length, but not military
short. He left it long enough on top that some of his natural wave
remained, which she greatly appreciated. Dane stopped in front of
her, his chest mere inches from her breasts. Monica reached up and
threaded her fingers through the black-as-sin layers.
Mmm—
How she enjoyed
those soft curls. Thick lashes hooded hazel eyes that held the
power to make her quiver under their perusal.

Yes, this was a wonderful idea. All
the fire and passion she'd buried inside after he'd rejected her
fantasies had come roaring back to life.

"You like your present so far?" He
cupped her face and traced her lower lip with his thumb.

"It's perfect," she murmured right
before his lips claimed hers.

The weight of his passion and the
heat of his kiss had her knees buckling, and if it wasn't for
Dane's strength holding her in place, her rear would have hit the
floor. He broke away long enough to mumble a request that sounded
like "come with me." But he didn't need to ask—she would have
followed this surprising new Dane anywhere.

"On the bed," he commanded, backing
her up until her thighs bumped the mattress.

Monica lay back on the duvet and
shimmied to the center. The hunger in Dane's expression as he
watched her move tightened her nipples into sensitive nubs and made
her pussy ache for his touch. Then he was over her, kissing her
like she was his first taste of water after a brutal
thirst.

"Damn." He gasped. "I didn't think
this night would ever get here." The warmth of his lips followed
the curve of her neck. Monica lifted her chin and turned her head,
wanting more of his wonderful attention.

Dane grasped her arm, lifted it
over her head, and slipped her wrist into one of the cuffs. He
cinched the leather against her flesh and fastened it. Reflex had
her yanking against the restraint, testing its strength. It didn't
give. Monica swallowed, searching for moisture to coat her suddenly
dry throat, and closed her eyes. Her head spun under the barrage of
emotions—lust, excitement, apprehension. She didn't know what to
feel first.

"You okay?" The concern in his
voice jerked her gaze to his.

"Yeah." She nodded. "I'm
good."

A quirk of a smile curled one corner of his
mouth, then he repeated the process on her other wrist.

"How long—?" she managed to get
out. Her breathing had reduced pants. "How long have you been
planning this? I didn't think— This—"

"Four months." He lowered his body
over hers, pressing his hands into the mattress at either side of
her head.

Monica tugged at her restraints
once more, caught off guard at how long he'd been putting this in
motion. "Four months?"

"That's right," he whispered into
her ear, the effect lifting the hairs on her body. His bare chest
grazed the hardened peaks of her nipples through her bra's thin
material. She writhed under the sensation. Wanting more. "But I
have a confession to make."

She froze. "Confession?"

He faced her. "I'll admit when you
first revealed your fantasies to me, I was taken aback." Monica
flicked her gaze away. It was embarrassing even now remembering
that night. "It's okay." He placed a kiss to her temple. "Look at
me." Dane's weight shifted, and then he was lying next to her on
his side. He touched her chin and turned her head until she was
looking at him. "But one night, when you thought I was sleeping, I
saw you."

"What do you mean, you saw
me?"
Oh lord, please don't tell me he
caught me while I—

"I saw you watching a movie on your
laptop." Dane reached over and began to draw lazy circles around
the hardened bud of her nipple. "A very naughty movie, at
that."

Monica groaned.

It was torture—exquisite
torture—waiting for him, hoping he'd caress the tip. She dug her
fingernails into her palms, but she wasn't sure which situation had
her worked up more—her arousal, or what Dane was about to
reveal.

"My God, you have no idea how hot
that was. How hot you made me, watching you with your leg braced
high on your desk, your breasts bare as you played with your nipple
with one hand while stroking your pussy with the other." Dane
continued his incessant loop with his fingertip.

"Dane—" Monica breathed. He was
driving her crazy. So close, yet not touching where she needed him
to most.

"And oh shit…when your back arched
and your body shook with your orgasm, drawing that sweet moan from
your throat"—he dropped his hand low on her belly, halting just
above her mons—"I nearly came right there with you."

"You liked that?" Her voice
quivered, but there wasn't a damn thing she could do about it. She
was on fire.

"Yes. I did." He slid his palm
lower, this time teasing the inside of her thigh. "Later, I
searched your laptop and found out what it was that had my adorable
computer geek of a fiancée so fired up—a foursome. Then I
remembered the fantasies you'd shared with me a few nights
earlier."

"And—?" Monica sighed and rocked
her hips, hoping to coax his hand a little closer to the blaze
threatening to melt her down.

"And I realized maybe I'd spoken
too quickly about what I needed and what desires you deserve to
have satisfied"—Dane's gaze swung back to Monica's, and the lust
she found there left her starved for air—"by the man who loves you
and wants to please you in every way imaginable."

Monica couldn't have stopped
the whimper falling from her lips if she'd tried. "Fuck me."
Unbidden, her hips left the bed, arching toward her lover as if
drawn to the drug they knew she had to have. "Dear God, Dane, if
you love me like you say— Fuck me now."
Shit.
She was babbling. But at that
very moment, she really didn't give a damn.

"Baby, I'm going to do that and
more." Dane rolled over and stood. "But I won't be
alone."

"What?" Monica yanked against the
hold the cuffs had on her wrists. "Are you serious?" Her womb
clenched, and the sudden wave of excitement had her pulse roaring
in her ears. Dane circled the foot of the bed and headed toward the
suite's door.

"I overheard one of my partners at
the firm talking about this very exclusive private club on the
outskirts of Savannah, the one I've brought you to tonight. And
after getting an ear and eyeful of what you've been craving, I
decided to check it out."

Dane went for the door handle and
swung the wood wide. "After a health and background screening
surely rivaling the CIA's, I was accepted as a member about eight
weeks ago. That's when I met—for anonymity's sake—Bob and Dick
here."

"Bob and Dick?"
Jesus, he is serious.

"Hey, Danny," one of the men
said.

Danny?
Not too much of a change, but it was enough to keep his
identity private.

The slaps of hands to backs in
greeting a few feet away reverberated from the open doorway. Monica
craned her neck, trying to sneak a peek. Curiosity was killing her.
First one, then a second hunk of what she could only term "eye
candy" brushed past her fiancé. Her head fell back on the pillow,
and she knew her eyes were probably wide with shock. He actually
planned to share her— And holy shit, did Dane know how to pick
'em.

The men raked her with their gazes,
and if the bulge growing in each one of their slacks was any
indication, they liked what they saw. Monica didn't know whether to
cross her legs in a feigned attempt at propriety or to spread them
in marked invitation, the latter of which was precisely what her
body was screaming.

"And what shall we call you,
sweetness?" The one on the right—tall, lean, and blond—eased down
onto the side of the bed. He lifted his hand and, using the backs
of his fingers, ran a light caress from top to bottom of the
exposed side of her arm. "I'm Bob."

"Layla." It was the first name that
popped into her head.

"Okay, Layla. Your fiancé issued
the invitation, but we need to hear from you as well." Bob glanced
at Dick, then back to her. "Do you want us here and everything that
entails? Meaning, we plan to make you the center of our world
tonight. To fuck you and take you to a place you never knew
existed. Make you come"—he lowered his head, his lips a breath away
from hers—"and come again." Arousal gathered on the inside of her
thighs, making them slick. Monica groaned. She'd never been so wet
in her life. He pulled back, having never quite met her lips, and
sat there, assessing, waiting for her reaction.

The only thing he was sure to find
in her expression was a little disbelief mixed with lust. She'd
come this far; no way was she backing out now. Besides—Monica
squeezed her legs together—if someone didn't touch her soon, she
was going to die.

"Yes, I want you here." Her words
were moaned more than spoken. She surveyed the three men around the
bed, her gaze landing on her fiancé, and added, "All of
you."

Chapter Three

All three men slowly undressed, and
the anticipation was nearly more than Monica's mind could handle.
Each circled, then picked a spot around her before climbing onto
the mattress. The bed dipped and rocked with their combined weight,
and their erect cocks bobbed with every move. Monica's fists
tightened.

In front of her, Dane spread her
legs and settled between them on his knees. He reached up and went
for the elastic of her thong.

"Someone still has too many clothes
on." He slipped the red lace partially down her legs, then snapped
the delicate material before tossing it. "There, much better."
Dane's hungry gaze landed on her exposed pussy, his erection
jutting out. He reached down and stroked the length. "Remember the
one rule, guys."

Monica glanced back and forth
among the trio.
What rule?
Without warning, Dane slid his fingers deep inside
her soaked core. Pleasure arched her off the
mattress.

"This is mine," he
growled.

"Yes. Yours," she forced out
through gritted teeth, rocking her hips on the sweet invasion.
"More, Danny. Don't make me wait any longer."

"Patience, love." The stiff
presence in her core slid free. Monica couldn't help her grumbled
complaint. "I haven't got to sample you yet."

"And while he's tasting you
there"—Dick began as he grasped the front closure of her bra and
released the clasp—"we'll be enjoying you here." His head dipped
low, revealing the leather band holding his dark, shoulder-length
hair at his nape. Soft lips played with the stiff peak of her
nipple before gently drawing it inside.

"Yes," she hissed, writhing
under the assault. Bob followed Dick's lead, but instead of a slow
build, he engulfed the hard nub of her right breast, sucking on the
sensitive tip, then nibbling. Monica gasped.
Shit.
She needed to move. Had to have
more.

Dane added his talents to the
mind-blowing stimulus. He spread her thighs wider, then his tongue
was between her folds. Warm, wet, drinking her in from bottom to
top.

"Danny!" Monica cried out. "I need—
I need—" She couldn't stop from grinding her pussy into him. With
her hands tied to the headboard, the sensations were magnified
tenfold.

"We've got you, baby." Dane grabbed
her hips, stilling her movements. "But don't you come. Do you hear
me? Not till I have you on my cock."

Don't come?
Is he mad?
She was a damn
stick of dynamite whose fuse had already been lit way too
long.

"I can't," she groaned and shook
her head.

"Yes, you can." Dane's voice grew
stern, commanding even.

Monica swallowed hard, doing
her best to squelch her spasming pussy. But Bob and Dick hadn't let
up. Every suck and pull on her nipples shot straight to her
clit.
No way.
No
way could she stop the tidal wave threatening to drown her. She
whimpered and tossed her head back.

"That's it," Dane whispered. "Let
me have just a little more." The tip of his tongue laved the folds
around her opening. Her thighs trembled.

"Please—" She jerked at the cuffs
holding her in place. Sharp teeth nipped at the flesh surrounding
her nipples. Monica gasped. "I need to come."

Dane drove into her pussy, fucking her with his
tongue.

"Oh God!" Monica clamped her legs
around him and shattered. Pleasure streaked along every nerve
ending, and her body quaked. The room spun. But her lovers never
stopped. They continued biting, sucking, and fucking—riding along
with the lightning storm racing through her. Taking her higher and
higher until all that remained were swirling colors dancing behind
her eyelids.

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