[Ménage and More: Erotic Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, sex toys]
Amanda Lynn is to be taken seriously. Her job of Selling Secret Weapons is not where she wants to be, but it pays the rent. And…she can’t tell anyone what it is she’s doing. Her only release is Monday nights at Spanky’s bar, where she doesn’t have to be Amanda.
Amanda keeps to herself, but with a voice that flows over her like honey, Jeff Robinson causes her to let down her guard. She’s never been attracted to a man like this and allows herself this one dalliance. She never realized it would become much more.
When Chuck Sheets, Jeff’s roommate, enters the mix, Amanda’s reserve completely dissolves away. With two men giving her more attention than she’s ever allowed herself, she begins to see that selling secret weapons can be a very pleasurable occupation.
Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among the men.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Adult Excerpt
“How is business? Are you doing well?” Amanda chastised herself. What was she doing?
“Sort of feels like you’re interviewing me,” Jeff said, a half smile on his face. “I didn’t ask you back for coffee to talk business.”
“I’m sorry. It’s just a habit of mine. I guess I’m just so focused on the job market right now I can’t think of anything else.” Her face grew hot.
“Maybe I can get your mind on something else,” he said, his voice taking on a lower tone.
A tone she very much liked. His voice was warm, like slow molasses. “You have a very nice voice, Jeff. I sort of like certain voices.”
“You do, huh?” He got up from his chair and moved closer to her, stopping behind the chair she was sitting in and leaning down.
She sat still, her hand frozen on her coffee cup.
“Do you like it when someone whispers in your ear? I’m not being too forward now, am I?” he said softly, his breath warming her earlobe.
A shudder ran through her body. She closed her eyes and gripped her coffee cup tighter.
“You like that, don’t you?” he asked, following the quote with a swipe of his tongue over her earlobe.
Amanda sucked in a shuddering breath and jerked away from the seductive voice. “Are you seducing me?”
“I’m trying to.” He placed his hands on her shoulders and massaged them with deft fingers. “Is it working?”
She leaned her head back against his stomach. “Yes.”
“Good.” His hands moved down her arms in a smooth motion. “Would you like me to keep seducing you?”
This was wrong. This was bad. This was not what she had in mind for tonight. But it felt so good, so what she needed. She tilted her head back farther and looked up at him. “Yes, please don’t stop.”
“Mmm,” he murmured, one hand moving to cup her breast through her suit jacket, the other tangling in her hair and turning her head.
Amanda released her hold on her coffee cup and raised her arms to bury her fingers in his silky, wavy hair when his mouth claimed hers. She parted her lips, inviting him in. He tasted of dark, warm coffee, his tongue expertly dueling with hers. Her body went limp with heat. He tasted like heaven, and when he groaned and squeezed her breast, the nipple peaked, and wanting attention, all she could think of was sweet release.
Jeff broke the kiss, straightening and grasping her arm. “Come to my room. Let me get that business suit off you so we can get down to business.”
Amanda was drunk with need. She didn’t say anything, just let him lead her by the hand through the house and down the hall to his room. All the way, soft touches and light kisses led them closer to pure abandon.
Once in his bedroom, their hands flew, stripping each other, the heat between them increasing. Naked, they fell upon the bed, Amanda beneath him.
“Talk to me,” she said. “Tell me what you like.” She had to hear that voice, like warm honey pouring over her.
Jeff rolled to lie beside her. He slid one arm beneath her head and pulled her close. “What I like,” he said against her ear again, “is to hear you moan. I want to make you come over and over. I want you to let go and just enjoy the pleasure I’m going to give you.”
Amanda closed her eyes, allowing his voice to seduce her into the abandon he spoke of. She was hot, inside and out, and there was a trembling inside she hadn’t felt in a long time. She was tightly wound and ready to blow. His hand, rough from working with them, stroked over her body while his voice stroked her mind. He rolled her nipple between calloused fingers. She arched her back and moaned, her pussy clenching in anticipation.
“Mmm, that’s right,” he breathed, his lips moving against her ear. “Moan for me. That’s how I know if you like it. Moan, baby.”
She caught her bottom lip between her teeth and moaned again, deep and low. She clenched the bedcovers in her hand, dewy sweat breaking out on her body. His hand slid down from her breast, trailing heat over her tummy. Then his fingers dipped between her legs. “Yesss,” she hissed, opening her thighs to give him access.
“I’m going to play you like an instrument. Your moans and sighs will be the music,” he crooned. “And when you come, your scream will be the crescendo but the movement won’t be over. Oh no, not over.”
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