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STORY EXCERPT

The navy-rimmed irises lazily ran the length of her body, assessing her in a way that infuriated Skye. It was as though the man was undressing her and wasn’t that impressed when he finally peeled back her clothing. What a nerve! He continued to loll in her swivel chair, tipping it back to the point where she thought that gravity must surely take over and topple it backward, taking him with it. It would serve him bloody well right! Apparently unaware of his perilous situation, the stranger continued to size her up like she was a piece of merchandise for sale in a shop window. Skye’s fiery temper, her main failing, was in danger of getting the better of her.

How dare he!

“I ask again, who are you, what are you doing in my office, and for that matter, who let you in?” She tapped her riding crop against her booted leg, furious when a curling smile crept slowly round his admittedly attractive mouth. “The pub isn’t open yet.”

Finally he stood up, causing Skye to swallow several times and take a defensive step backward as she absorbed the full impact of his imposing physicality. Seated, he was formidable. Standing, he was in a league of his own, and not only because his taut, muscular body was making a profound impression of Skye’s sex-starved self when she least wished to be impressed. There was just something about him, an air of supreme confidence, a presence, a not entirely civilized male aura that caused the walls of her small office to shrink in on her as he continued to appraise her.

Skye shook her head to dispel the lascivious thoughts that flooded her mind. Since when did a good-looking man make her pussy leak and her thoughts to turn to sex? Get a grip, Skye. This man was a real force of nature—a temporary complication she could well do without. Not that it really mattered since he wouldn’t be staying. He was just irritating, that was all.

He was definitely over six feet tall. All that black hair and eyes almost as black were unsettling enough to make her eyes drift lower. He wore a white dress shirt open at the throat, with the sleeves rolled back to display strong forearms dusted with more black hair and large hands with long, capable-looking fingers. His long legs were encased in well-worn jeans, and there were equally well-worn boots on his feet.

Who the hell was he? He wasn’t from around these parts. Skye would definitely have remembered. She might have given up on men, but that didn’t mean she was blind. He couldn’t be a debt collector. Debt collectors didn’t dress like wannabe cowboys.

“If you can’t even keep track of the date,” he said in a soft American drawl, “then it’s little wonder this place is falling down round your ears.”

She gasped. “You’re Blanchard.”

“Got it in one, Ms. Harrison.”

“But you’re not due until tomorrow. The fourteenth.”

“I think you’ll find that our appointment was for today, the thirteenth.”

His tone was so condescending that Skye felt moved to physical violence. Her eyes drifted toward the calendar on her wall. Who the hell did he think he was? Well, she’d enjoy putting him right. She reached past him to her appointment book and flipped through the pages.

“There, see,” she said, stabbing her finger at the page for the fourteenth. “I’ve blocked out the whole day for you.”

“Wrong day,” he insisted. “You need to get a more efficient secretary.”

More efficient, hah! She couldn’t afford the luxury of anyone to help with the paperwork, much less a secretary. The phone was answered by whoever happened to be closest. That often meant the kitchen staff, Hannah, or even one of the regulars in the bar. That was what had happened this time, she recalled. She’d been run off her feet behind the bar on a rare occasion when they were busy and her help hadn’t turned up. Someone took the call for her and scribbled the details on a piece of paper. Who the hell was it? She knitted her brow, trying to recall, but the looming menace crowding out her office made coherent thought next to impossible.

Anyway, what did it matter? She could hardly blame one of her customers for cocking up the most important appointment in her rapidly disintegrating world. Jay Blanchard possessed the power to make or break her business. She hadn’t thought he’d even respond to her cry for help. A business such as hers was probably too small to even register on the radar of such a high flyer. She’d been euphoric when he e-mailed to say he was interested, convinced she would be able to save The Fox from the receivers after all, and now she’d blown her chances with this annoying hunk by not being prepared for him. Whatever must he think of her?

“Sorry,” she said meekly. “We seem to be at cross-purposes. Can’t think how that happened.”

The expression in his eyes softened, but only fractionally. “No harm done. We’re early anyway.”

“We?” Skye had thought it would be just him, which was bad enough.

“My partner is taking a look around while we wait for you. Hope you don’t mind.”

Like it would make any difference if she did. And what was all this about a partner? She didn’t even know he had one.

“How did you get in?”

“We knocked at the front door, obviously. The cleaning lady finally opened up for us.”

Skye flashed a brief smile. “She must have taken a liking to you. Hannah doesn’t usually have much time for strangers.”

“You don’t say.” There was an ironic twist to his lips. “I thought she was gonna chase us away with her broom. Fortunately Luke’s good with old ladies.”

“Luke being your partner?”

“Someone take my name in vain?”

A head popped round the door, followed by a body that made Skye blink several times in stark admiration. Jay Blanchard clearly didn’t mind the competition. Hell, why couldn’t just one thing have gone right for her? If Blanchard had been old and fat, like she’d built him up to be in her mind, she might have been able to win him round. No chance with these two. They probably had babes falling over them everywhere they went. Skye, at twenty-eight, was way beyond babe status. Not that she’d ever fallen into that category, nor had she wanted to, but that wasn’t the point.

ADULT EXCERPT

They all laughed, and it broke the ice. The three of them sat on the small arrangement of chairs. Jay had taken an armchair, leaving Luke and Skye on the love seat. Skye drank her champagne far too quickly, looking everywhere except at either of them. Luke placed his own half-full glass aside, plucked her empty one from between slack fingers, and patted his knee.

“Come over here,” he said brusquely.

When she scooted across and sat on his lap, Luke sucked in a sharp breath. He was already rock hard, and her ass landing on his erection hadn’t helped matters.

“You’re overdressed, sweetheart,” he said, running his hands over her denim-clad rear. “Why don’t you treat us to a little striptease?”

“It’s freezing in here.”

“Did we give you permission to argue?” Jay asked mildly.

“No.”

“No what?”

“No, sir.”

“Then do as Luke asks. Never question what either of us tells you to do. Now, stand over there where we can both see you. You won’t be cold for long. That much I can promise you.”

Skye was still wearing her tall shoes. The elegant sway of her hips as she crossed the small expanse of floor caused the two men to share an approving glance. She turned to face them when she reached the opposite wall, yanked her top from the confines of her jeans, and slowly pulled it over her head. A black bra held her large breasts in a pretty lace prison.

“Nice,” Luke said approvingly. “No, don’t take it off yet. Put your hands over your tits and massage them. Are your nipples hard?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Pinch them through the fabric, Skye. Make yourself crazy.”

She did as they asked her, no longer complaining about the cold. Her eyes were closed, and her head tilted to one side, sending her hair cascading all over the place as she pushed her breasts together and touched both nipples at once.

“Pull them out of the tops of the cups,” Luke instructed.

Rosy pink nipples surrounded by darker areolas were his reward. He touched his cock through the fabric of his jeans, not yet ready to release it, and continued to watch the show.

“That’s it, baby. Now swing your hips for us. Make us hard for you.” She slid her tongue across her lower lip and slowly circled her hips. Then, without warning, she thrust them forward, almost into Luke’s face, causing him to almost swallow his tongue.

“Are you hard enough yet, big boy?”

“Unfasten your jeans.”

She stood right in front of Luke, close enough for him to touch her as she did so. Damn it, she was a real tease! Completely fucking shameless. Thank you, God! The abdomen revealed to him was completely flat, her waist tiny, but that wasn’t what Luke wanted to see.

“Take them off,” he said gruffly.

Skye stepped out of her jeans and tossed them aside. She was wearing a tiny black thong that matched her bra. Luke groaned when he saw it. So, too, did Jay, who was also touching his cock through his jeans. This chick was such a massive turn-on that Luke found it hard to believe that she was new to all this. That she’d never had anal sex before. She probably hadn’t had a lot of the other things they were about to give her either. That thong cutting between her buttocks and her tits hanging out of her bra were making him so fucking big he was in danger of doing himself a permanent injury if he didn’t let it out of his jeans.

“Unsnap my jeans,” he said to Skye.

She bent over him, her tits dangling within range of his mouth. He knew she wanted him to suck them and so he didn’t. He’d make her wait. Make her beg for it.

“Now unzip me.”

She did that, too, gasping as his cock sprang free, large, erect, very, very angry, and definitely ready for action.

“That’s for you, baby,” he said, grasping it at its base. “Like what you see?”

She did that thing with her tongue and her lower lip again. “Yes, sir. When can I have it?”

Luke chuckled. “Impatient little madam, isn’t she,” he said to Jay.

“Needs a spanking if you ask me.”

“Quite right.” He motioned to Skye. “Over my knee now.”

She almost tripped over her feet in her desire to accommodate him. Luke sighed as he finally allowed himself to touch her, placing his hand on the globes of her ass and smacking it lightly just once.

“Ask me to spank you.”

“Please spank me, sir.”

Luke obliged, slipping his other hand underneath and walking his fingers inside her thong. She was soaking wet.

“Naughty, naughty,” he taunted, spanking her a little harder and inserting a couple of fingers. “Who’s been having naughty thoughts then?”

“Me, sir.”

“What did you think about?”

“About you fucking me. About your big cock sinking into my cunt and driving me crazy.”

“Christ!”

Luke prided himself on his staying power, but this little minx was too much for him. He peeled her thong off, unfastened her bra, and threw it on the floor. Then he picked her up and carried her the short distance to the bed. Jay followed along, still fully clothed but, Luke could see, rock hard. He had Luke’s bag of tricks in his hand.

“I think we have something she might like before you fuck her,” he said.

Jay rummaged in the bag and produced a butt plug and tube of lube.

“On your hands and knees,” he ordered.

Skye scurried to comply. Once she was in position, Jay poured a generous dollop of lube over her buttocks. She flinched at the contact, presumably because it was cold. Jay worked it between her cheeks so gently that Luke could sense when she relaxed and let him go to work. Jay eased one lubricated finger into her anus.

“Don’t fight me,” he ordered, tapping her ass lightly. “Go with the feeling, baby. It’ll be worth it.”