STORY EXCERPT

Panting with exertion, she threw open the frosted glass doors.

Oh, baby! Two of them!

Tessa gaped at the hard-bodied hunks standing in front of her. Construction workers, but not the dirty, nasty type with beer guts and greasy hair. These men were the kind that played in commercials, or movies, or as strippers.

They were masterpieces of hard lines and sharp angles, of rugged jaws and angled cheekbones, thick lashes, piercing eyes, kissable lips; tall, tanned and too handsome to be real. They were perfect.

The one to the right had chocolate-colored hair that contrasted sharply with his midnight blue eyes. His features were drawn tight, closed and remote. An old, faded scar interrupted one of his straight eyebrows and it added to the air of somber danger he emanated.

By contrast, his partner was shorter, thicker and lighter in coloration. His slightly shaggy blonde hair gave him a rakish look. The wicked grin playing around the edges of mouth matched his smoky gray bedroom eyes. This one was definitely a charmer.

“I’m Ty—” The dark one began to introduce himself.

“You two are perfect. The agency couldn’t have picked better specimens.” Tessa waved her hands with excited nervousness, a giddy giggle escaping.

“Specimens?” The blonde cocked an eyebrow. “Do you hear that, Ty? We’re specimens.”

The dark-haired man scowled. Tessa barely noticed, still overcome by their presence. She’d asked for a hot man and she’d certainly gotten just what she ordered. You didn’t find men like this at the supermarket, that was for sure.

“Come on in.” Tessa latched onto one thick bicep and couldn’t help but give it a squeeze as she pulled Ty through the door. “They’re waiting upstairs for you.”

“What? Who?” Ty let the strange woman pull him into the darkened office.

This was not the reception he had been expecting. Chase and he had come to Miller’s Design in search of Tessa Miller, the wicked witch of South Bend. Whoever this woman was, she obviously had them confused with somebody else.

It was apparent Chase was not about to correct her misunderstanding. Not that Ty expected him to do anything else. His best friend since childhood and now business partner, Chase was always getting into mischief.

“I don’t know who you are, but I’m looking for Miss Miller. I’m—”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” She cut him off again and gave him an engaging double-dimpled grin. “I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Tessa Miller. Now come on, they’re waiting to see you.”

Chase grinned. Ty knew what he was thinking. This was too good to be true. This pint-sized minx was the witch of South Bend? This was the woman who’d single-handedly brought their multimillion-dollar condominium development to a stop?

Ty was having trouble processing that thought as well. The condo complex was going to be a very profitable investment for Banning & Dunn. All the buildings to the left and right of the building that housed Miller’s Design were bought and vacant. The plans were printed, permits in hand. Everything was set for demolition to begin.

That is, everything but Miss Tessa Miller. Never had he run across such a cantankerous renter before. She’d begun her campaign as a series of letters. It had escalated from there when Ty, via their lawyer, had tried to bribe her out of the building.

She had refused the money and been exceedingly rude to Dave, who had then started legal action with unusual zeal. That hadn’t intimidated Miss Miller; she had hired her own attack attorney.

Then she had stepped up the heat and contacted the historical society. Now she was not only trying to stop Banning & Dunn from demolishing her building, she was also attempting to stop them from tearing downany of the buildings. It was a mess, a disaster, a headache Ty didn’t need right now.

That was exactly what had brought them to her door tonight. They were here to try a last-ditch attempt at face-to-face negotiations before the situation dragged on any longer and became more expensive than it already was.

“We were so nervous that the agency wouldn’t take our request seriously,” Tessa babbled on as she began to physically drag Ty past a series of worktables and storage bins.

“I didn’t think the lady on the phone thought I was serious,” she confided.

“Why wouldn’t she?” Chase asked, playing along.

“She used the word ‘unusual,’ like, eight times.” Tessa waved her hand again, nearly smacking Chase in the process. “But in that way that implies…”

“Disbelief?” Chase suggested.

“More like disgust.”

Disgust?

Agencies, specimens, the mysterious ‘them,’ and now disgust. Whatever was going on, it sounded kind of kinky. Chase liked kinky. He was also liking the wicked witch of South Bend, as he had named her several weeks ago.

Of course, that was before meeting her. She’d earned the name from the sharp, belligerent letters she had written. They had formed an image in Chase’s mind of a short hag of a woman, one with a pinched-up face, cold eyes and a large pole permanently protruding directly from her ass.

He had been right about the short part. She barely reached his shoulders, but she wasn’t a dainty, waif-like creature either. Soft and gently rounded, she exuded an alluring sweetness that tempted him to take a bite and see if she tasted as good as she looked.

He wondered what her reaction to that would be. The puckered nipples pointing through her blouse said she would gladly return the favor, but there was something about the wild mass of honey curls framing her heart shaped-face with those big, laughing hazel eyes that made her look innocent.

Chase’s cock stirred, reminding him that they hadn’t done innocent in a while. A long while. Too long, Chase decided as he watched the sway of her generous hips beneath her rumpled skirt as she walked ahead of him through the office, still towing Ty by one muscled arm. He felt his cock harden and pulse with need. Yeah, she had a nice ass, just perfect for holding while he pumped himself fast and furious into her from behind.

From the dent in Ty’s Jeans, Chase knew she had the same effect on him. The way Ty was letting the little woman drag him around was telling, too. Of the two of them, Ty was always the controlling, dominant one who made a woman kneel and obey. He had a special room full of toys for just that purpose.

Chase got a thrill out of mastering a woman, but he was willing to follow as well as lead on occasion. Ty never followed. Chase eyed the small hand that was managing to drag Ty past the workstations. Well, he never had before.

Apparently, he wasn’t going to now, either. Chase almost ran into Ty when he dug his heels in. They had reached the door at the back of the office when Ty forced everybody to a standstill.

“Something wrong?” Tessa turned wide eyes and an even wider smile on him.

“Yes, Miss Miller. I’m not sure you—”

“Oh, am I making you uncomfortable?” She let him go. “I’m sorry. I’m being pushy, aren’t I? I’m just so excited you showed up, but I assure you there is no need to worry.”

“Worry?”

“I promise we’ll treat you with the utmost respect. I wouldn’t let anybody do anything to you that you are uncomfortable with. To tell the truth, I’m a little nervous myself. I’ve never done anything like this.”

She imparted that last bit in a whisper as she leaned close. Ty got a strong whiff of her lavender-scented hair and for a moment lost his train of thought. Damn, but the woman was confusing him. Not just what she was saying and doing, but his response to her was all wrong.

“We’re not going to gangbang you or anything.” She patted his arm in reassurance. “You’re quite safe.”

“Yeah, Ty.” Chase snickered. “They’re not going to gangbang us, so relax.”

Ty shot Chase a hard look, annoyed with him for enjoying this so much. He was annoyed with himself, too, for not being able to get the image of being gangbanged by a group of women led by Tessa Miller out of his mind. The idea made his cock throb with approval.

“We’re not expecting anything from you right now. Linda just wanted to check you out before we went over the details of your job,” Tessa continued, completely unaware of his distraction.

“Our job?”

“Well, not both of you.” Tessa looked between the two men. “That’s a little more kinky than I think we’re willing to go, but we’ll let Linda make the choice.”

“Kinky?” Chase grinned. “So, how kinky are you willing to go, sweetheart?”

“Didn’t they explain everything to you at the agency?”

“Apparently not.”

Chase wondered what this agency was. The idea of a stripper came to mind. Perhaps she was hiring talent for a bachelorette party.

“Well, I’ll explain it all, but first let’s let Linda get a look at you. She’ll know better if you’re her husband’s type.”

Her husband’s type?

ADULT EXCERPT

Ty was not in the mood to play or be played with. He was on fire, the inferno more intense than it had ever been. His cock pounded like an angry beast against the confines of his jeans. The pressure from the restricting denim made his balls feel like they would explode if his swollen flesh was not soon released.

“You can deduct this too,” Ty growled, tearing her bra open.

Tessa’s laughter dissolved into a moan as his work-roughened hands cupped her soft flesh. His thumbs rubbed her nipples back and forth, slowly driving her insane. She could not take such gentle teasing and she wound her hands into his hair, pulling his head demandingly down to her breast.

Ty gave in to her silent command and carefully, teasingly lapped at her nipple. The motion tickled and a rough, guttural laugh was torn from her throat as she forced her breast up, pushing her nipple against his lips.

“Please.”

Ty’s restraint broke. He gave in to his hunger, sucking her hardened tip deep into his mouth. She writhed and moaned against him. She was so sweet, so responsive it drove the need riding him higher, unleashing his bestial nature. As he moved from one breast to the other, he used his fingers, tongue, lips and teeth to torment her sensitive flesh.

Chase groaned as he watched Ty love Tessa’s breast. He wanted a taste, wanted to taste her all. With that single intent, he slid his hands down over the generous curves of her hips, snatching the zipper of her skirt and undid it.

The skirt fell to the floor, leaving only a pair of flimsy, lace panties in his way. Not about to be outdone by Ty’s barbarian techniques, Chase tore the underwear from her body. Forcing his hand between Ty and Tessa, he boldly cupped her mound.

Tessa groaned. The small part of her brain trying to warn her that this was wrong was choked by the erotic sensations of having one man licking her tits while another’s fingers traced over the edges of her pussy lips. One thick finger divided her folds and slid up the center of her slit, making her arch and moan. Her legs parted to allow his questing fingers further access.

She was as wet as Chase thought she would be. When he felt her clit beneath his finger, he flicked it, making her cry out, her hips arching into his touch.

Tessa had never felt so good. A delicious coil of tension began wrapping around her pussy, spreading out over her belly, twirling and strengthening with the sparkly pleasure radiating from her breasts.

It wasn’t enough, not nearly enough. As her pussy began to clench and spasm, it felt achingly empty. The desperate need made her moan and twist, wanting more, needing something thick and hard filling her.

Ty lifted his head and admired her nipples. They were red and sensitive from his constant attention. He watched her eyes darken to pure chocolate as Chase continued to rub the little bundle of nerve endings hidden between her thighs.

He could read her desire, understood her want. The little woman wanted to be fucked, but he did not intend to give in to her just yet. He wanted this to last, to suspend her in this moment of need and pleasure, to drive the sensations higher until there was nothing left but the three of them, hot, sweaty and clinging to each other.

Slowly, he began kissing and licking his way across her rounded stomach as he knelt before her. Taking his time, enjoying the journey, he worked his way toward the wet folds of her gleaming pussy.

“You greedy son of bitch,” Chase muttered. “I wanted a taste of that.”

Chase would have to wait. The sweet, musky scent of her desire drew him in and he wasn’t about to stop. The pink, swollen folds temped him to rub his face against her softness, stroke his tongue over her creamy slit, devour her with long, hungry licks. Ty did not resist the temptation.

Tessa jumped when the tip of tongue slid up her pussy and brushed against her clit. He lapped repeatedly at the quivering button, working it into a firestorm of sensation. Chase was not about to be outdone. With an arm around her waist, he supported her as he bent his head to her breast and began tormenting her nipple in rhythm with the tongue buried between her pussy lips.

Her breath shortened to pants as her body shivered under the escalating pleasure. Then everything snapped and Tessa sobbed, bucking against them as mindless pleasure swamped her body. Her cries turned into a scream as Ty’s tongue pierced the shuddering depths of her sheath, eating into her pulsing cunt with starved desperation.

Ty could not get enough of her. Spearing his tongue into the exquisite clench of her inner muscles, he fucked her with deep, greedy strokes until she flooded him with her lush, sweet cream.

A hard grip ripped him away from the sweet heaven he was enjoying. Ty growled, jerking his head free.