Miranda dropped onto the long sofa in her living room as soon as she entered her condo. She was pleasurably exhausted, still a little buzzed from all the wine she'd drunk but more than anything else she was disappointed.Luc had given her a wonderful afternoon of incredible sex and treated her with delicate care. But to say he was the perfect lover would be stretching things a little. And worst of all, the pearl he had showed her was not hers. She'd wanted to cry when he lifted it from the safe to put into her hand. It was a gorgeous pearl, set almost identically to the one Raoul had taken but it wasn't hers. The size and color were just that little bit off.The message light on her answering machine was blinking. Pushing herself off the couch with great effort, she depressed the button to hear what was recorded.Leslie. "How about calling me with news of your great adventure? Was he the one? Was the pearl yours?"Her broker. "We need to discuss your investment strategy, Miranda. I
Miranda's flight landed in Portland on time, late in the afternoon and she easily made the connection to the little puddle jumper that would take her to Bangor. As she stepped down from the folding stairway a man in slacks and a blazer stepped forward."Miss Fox?""Yes?""I'm Jason, Mr. Garvey's assistant. The car is just over here. Do you have you luggage?""For one night?" she chuckled. "Just this carry-on.""Then shall we go?"Jason was tall and muscular, with thick brown hair, amber eyes and a dimple. Just looking at him made Miranda's mouth water.Jesus, girl. Maybe B.J.'s right and you're letting things get out of control. This is the hired help, for God's sake.But regardless of the magnificence of the scenery as they drove down the coast highway, she had a hard time tearing her eyes away from the hunk driving the car.They passed towering pine trees on the left and the ocean pounding below the cliffs on the right. An occasional bike rider waved at them but for the mo
Alex took the glass from her hand, captured her face and pressed his mouth to hers. His lips were like rough silk, brushing over hers in a sensuous motion. He paid careful attention to her mouth, nibbling and licking and finally pressing his tongue against the seam to sweep it inside. His tongue was a hot flame, scorching her every place he touched, tasting her, twisting with her own tongue in an intense dance.She slid her fingers into his thick, dark hair, luxuriating in the feel of it and the press of his body against hers. The shape of his erection was unmistakable against the soft flesh of her belly and she couldn't help moving her hips against it.As Alex deepened the kiss, she felt Jason come up behind her and press himself against her, his erection pressing against her bottom. Even through the layers of cloth she could tell his cock was enormous.Jason's hands rested lightly on her shoulders, then moved down over the slope of her breasts, unbuttoning her blouse and pulling t
Jason lifted her once more and carried her to the other padded table. She realized what the cutouts were for when he arranged her breasts so they hung free though the openings. Alex separated her legs and she felt her ankles being cuffed to wooden extensions."I have found that spanking is an intense stimulation to prepare the body for other delights. Have you tried it before, Miranda?"She nodded. "Yes, I have.""And did you enjoy it?"She nodded again but she was thinking how much more stimulating it would be with the right man. Someone who saw sex as more than just an exercise. Of course, wasn't that what she'd been doing? So what right did she have to complain?Without warning, Jason's hand descended on her ass smartly, landing a sharp blow on one smooth globe. In a moment he smacked the other one."Jason is so good at this," Alex told her. "When he warms that luscious ass sufficiently with his hand he'll give you the pleasure of the special paddle he uses." He moved to posit
Miranda could barely stand when they propped her up in the shower and bathed her with tender care. They dried her, Jason carried her back into the playroom and sat her in a chair while Alex poured a chilled glass of wine for her."Mind-blowing?" Alex asked, grinning.She smiled up at him. "All that and more."Jason leaned down and captured her mouth in a deep kiss, his tongue a light caress as he tasted her. "Can you handle more, sweetheart? We have one more treat for you.""Actually," Alex chuckled, "we have a lot more but we don't want to wear you out in one night. We're hoping you'll come back to visit again."A nervous flutter danced in her stomach. "Can we talk about that later? Right now I'm ready for whatever else you have planned for tonight."The two men looked at each other as if passing some silent signal."All right, then," Alex said. "But drink your wine first."When the glass was empty, Jason took it from her and helped her to stand, unwrapping the towel from her.
Miranda couldn't remember when she'd slept so well or so soundly. Jason woke her at ten to tell her breakfast would be ready I n thirty minutes and remind her she had a plane to catch. When he kissed her cheek, he whispered, "Thank you," then left her to dress.The night had been extraordinary but left her disappointed on two counts. While Jason and Alex were wonderful lovers, they were still missing the elusive quality she sought. She had the constant feeling that the whole performance had been for their pleasure, not hers.And again, the pearl had been the wrong one.Insisting she still have something to remember them by, they had presented her with a tiny teardrop pearl on a gold chain, which she wore until she boarded the plane, Then she took it off and dropped it into her purse. It would rest in her jewelry box, a memento of a very erotic escapade but no more than that.She leaned back in her seat and sighed. What was she doing with her life, anyway? Nothing of any substance o
She was already wet, wetter than she could ever remember being and they hadn't done anything but kiss. She slid her own hands beneath the fabric of his shirt and ran her fingers through the soft pelt of fur covering the solid, well-defined chest. When her nails raked his flat, hard nipples she heard the sharp intake of his breath.Against her mouth he said, "How about if we take this into the next room? I have a big bedroom with a huge bed, that believe it or not, I've never had a woman in.""You haven't?" She stared at him through a sensual haze."Nope. This is my private place and I haven't found anyone before this I wanted to share it with. So how about it?"She nodded and he lifted her in his arms as if she weighed nothing, carrying her through a door to a bed that looked like acres of soft comforter and sheets. B.J. pulled the covers back and laid her gently on the bed, a smile curving his lips."You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this, Miranda." He pressed a quick k
Part Three: Hot to TrotOkay, I've done it this time. What we talked about at the erotic romance convention? Totally changing our lives? I know I've always been the safe one. The prim and proper one. The one who held back. But we agreed to make a change and wait until I tell you the change I made.I bought a ranch on eBay!That's right. A cattle ranch in South Central Texas. Cashed in everything I had, sold my condo, quit my job and headed for Bypass, Texas. And let me tell you, a more fitting name for a bump in the road could never be found.But I get to the ranch, finally, and I nearly turned around and left. The pictures on eBay must have been taken someplace else because the ranch is the sorriest broken-down place you've ever seen. I barely was able to find one bedroom to stash my gear.It does, however, have Mitchell Brand, the former foreman who would make anyone's mouth water. I could barely keep from drooling. Six foot four of hot hunkitude, with dark brown hair, whiske
"Ohmigod, what time is it?"Zoe sat up sharply, her elbow digging into Brad. "Hey, ouch!""Oh, sorry." She looked at the bedside clock, the numbers read five o'clock. d five o'clock. "Shit. Brad? I've got to get back to my room and hope that no one came looking for me last night.""I'm sure they'd figure out where you were," he sniggered."No, no, no. You don't understand, My mother will have a fit we saw each other the night before the wedding.""Zoe." He reached for her. "I have a feeling Raine was plenty busy herself last night."She stopped in the process of raking back the covers. "You think so? You think she and Scott finally got together?""I'd say from the heat they were generating around each other it's a damn good bet.""I still have to go." She leaned over and kissed him, then rolled out of bed. "Don't get up. If I see your naked body I might not be able to leave.""In that case..."He made a move to rise."Uh uh." She pushed him back and gave him a light kiss. "I
Brad swallowed the relief he felt. She hadn't kissed him. The movement when she turned her head was so smooth it hardly seemed deliberate. But it was. He knew Zoe like a book by now. And something he didn't even realize was knotted deep inside him loosened. Whatever Zoe had been looking for with tonight was changed because of their relationship. Their love. So he'd finish this fantasy for her. Make it good. Then it would be over and tomorrow they'd be married.Checking to make sure he'd spread sufficient lube inside her ass, he spread the cheeks wide, positioned the head of his cock at her hole and pressed steadily inside.Jesus, she was tight. He felt Clay's cock through the thin membrane compressing an already taut passage. Shit, he had to admit the sensation of feeling another man's cock next to his inside Zoe's body was an incredible turn-on. Lust jolted him, icy heat gripping his balls and streaking along his spine. "Hang on, sugar," he panted. "Get ready for the ride."As if
She felt Clay's hands leave her then the mattress dipped again as he moved. When she opened her eyes he was lying where she'd been earlier, his head on the pillow, stroking his cock."It needs your mouth, honey," he told her. "Come over here and suck me."Quivering with unrestrained lust, Zoe crawled around until she was kneeling between Clay's muscular thighs. She looked back at Brad, saw him nod and brushed Clay's hand away, replacing it with her own. When she closed her mouth over him the familiar taste flooded her senses. As if the action was automatic, she swirled her tongue around the thickness of his shaft, tracing the line of the vein wrapped around it. Her other hand lowered to cup his testicles, squeezing them gently, the moan she elicited from him vibrating through her."Up and down, sugar," Brad coached, moving in behind her, tossing aside the wet wipe he'd used on his hand.In a moment she felt his fingers probing at her pussy again, stroking, stroking, stroking. She s
The wine gave them all some breathing space, not just Zoe. Without saying it, everyone knew what was coming next. The main event. The high point in every ménage scene. She knew both men were going to fuck her and her spent body suddenly came to life as her brain fastened onto the thought. She could almost feel them both inside her, filling her, pumping into her, and she shivered with anticipation.She lounged back on the pillows, sipping at the wine, watching Clay and Brad through heavy-lidded eyes. Oh, yeah, they were both so definitely ready. She didn't think she'd ever seen Brad's penis so thick and swollen and there was nothing small abut it under normal circumstances. Of course, she could say the same about Clay.They were standing in a corner of the bedroom, speaking in low tones and Zoe wondered what they were discussing that they didn't want her to hear. Were they deciding who would do what in their ménage? Would they ask her if she had a preference? Did she? She took another
Clay moved onto the bed between her thighs, his hands moving slowly up from her ankles to the top of her thighs then spreading them wide. Her cunt glistened with moisture, beckoning to be tasted and touched."Wait. Zoe, raise your hips, sugar." Brad reached for the pillows on the other side of the bed and slid them beneath her, elevating her cunt. "Now I can get a better view."He was glad she'd gotten a fresh bikini wax. It left most of that delicious pussy bare to his sight, nothing hidden by a cluster of curls. He sucked in his breath when Zoe reached over and wrapped her fingers around his cock, sliding them gently up and down. "Easy there. I don't want this party to be over before it starts.""Come closer," she urged. "You're too far away."Brad bent slightly, bracing himself with one hand on the headboard. He was watching Zoe's sensuous lips as she opened them, her tongue reaching out to lap the head of his shaft. The contact was electric, his body jerking with the power of
Brad thought he should feel a lot more weird about the whole situation but the atmosphere was so erotic it erased any awkwardness. He moved one hand back to Zoe's breast, trapping the nipple between two fingers while with his other hand he probed her slick, hot pussy. Already he could feel the sensitive walls quivering and quaking, gripping his fingers each time he thrust them inside her. When he looked over her head at Clay he saw the same flare of lust in the man's eyes he knew must be blazing in his own. Who would have thought he'd fall into this so easily.He loved Zoe more than his next breath. Loved looking at her nicely rounded five foot four body, her heart-shaped face with its clear hazel eyes, all framed by a thick mass of rich auburn hair. And he was extremely possessive where she was concerned. She was his, period. So he'd had a lot of reservations about agreeing to Zoe's idea of 'borrowing' Clay for the evening.But watching the man caress Zoe and now slow pushing his fi
He stared down at her upturned face. "I can't say I'm not at least a little jealous. I mean you and Clay were together a long time.""But not like us," she assured him. "Never like us. I never loved him, and he always knew it.""Okay. If that will make you happy, let's go ahead and do it." He cupped her chin and brushed his mouth over hers. "Just as long as you remember who your Number One guy is.""As if I could ever forget," she laughed and leaned over to pick up the phone.Clay wasn't in his room but Zoe reached him on his cell phone in the bar."Hey. Can you come upstairs for a bit?" She winked at Brad as she gave the suite number. "Brad and I want to chat with you about something. What? Just come on up. Bride's request. I'll tell you when you get here."Zoe was sitting on the couch cross-legged, a terry robe tied at the waist, holding a wine goblet when the knock sounded on the door. Brad had just pulled on his boxer shorts. He laughed when he saw the other man's startled ex
At last the dinner was at an end. People came by to wish her and Brad well and tell them they'd see them the next day at the wedding."You go straight up to your suite, honey," Raine told her when nearly everyone had left. "I'll see you first thing in the morning with coffee and we'll get ready for the big event.""You have fun tonight," Zoe whispered to her."We'll see." Raine hugged her. "See you in the morning.""You know tradition says we're not supposed to see each other tonight," Brad said when they were in the elevator riding up to their floor."I know." She slipped her hand into his. "But we're not exactly traditionalist, are we?" And maybe not in some other things. A little spice in their vanilla."Not in this. Come on."He led her to the door of his suite, slid his key card into the slot and pushed the door open. As soon as they were inside Brad tossed the card onto a table and stripped off his jacket and tie."Okay." He turned to Zoe. "First things first. Something
Zoe deliberately throttled her internal conversation with herself. It would accomplish nothing."Everything's fine," she said in a firm voice. She would make it be, whatever she had to do. Just as soon as she reined in her body and her mind."Did you see Clay?" Brad asked. "He was checking in when I came through the lobby."Clay Holbrook? Oh, yes. She'd been thinking of him. Probably far too much. She certainly wasn't in love with Clay. They'd been hot lovers but not anything more than good friends. Brad was and always would be her only love. Was I stupid to invite him? Brad thought it was okay but I think he just wants to strut like the usual male peacock and show off who got the girl. And he did. All the way. But Clay...Just thinking of him and the things they'd done in the bedroom-and other places-sent a shimmer of heat over her skin and ramped up the pulse beating low in her cunt. Clay. She wondered if he was as adventurous with his newest girl friend as he had been with her