Selling Secret Weapons

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Selling Secret Weapons 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. Genre: Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre Length: 20,263 words

SELLING SECRET WEAPONS

Christelle Mirin

MENAGE AND MORE

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SELLING SECRET WEAPONS Copyright © 2011 by Christelle Mirin E-book ISBN: 1-61926-160-X First E-book Publication: December 2011 Cover design by Jinger Heaston All cover art and logo copyright © 2011 by Siren Publishing, Inc. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED: This literary work may not be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, including electronic or photographic reproduction, in whole or in part, without express written permission. All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.

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Chapter One “Secret Weapons. This is Amanda. Can I interest you in scheduling a viewing?” Amanda crossed her right leg over her left and picked up her pen. She waited patiently for the man on the other end of the line to find his voice. Ninety percent of the calls she took were like this. She would answer the phone, it would take a few seconds for the other party to actually speak, and then she would either get their name and address to send them a catalog or schedule them for one of the company’s “viewing” parties. Of the other ten percent, half of them hung up immediately, their embarrassment all too obvious in the severity of the slam of the receiver on the other end of the line. The other half, what she called the top five percent, proceeded with the phone call like a normal person and, in a pleasant voice, scheduled a spot for a viewing at the most convenient time to accommodate their schedule. “As a matter of fact, I would like to schedule a spot for one of your viewings,” a warm, mellow voice on the other end of the line said. “What do you have available?” Amanda glanced down at the blotter-size calendar on her bland, gray metal desk, smiling to herself. Nice voice. “I have a few spaces available this Friday evening at seven. Can I sign you up?” She held her pen poised above the calendar.

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“That sounds perfect. Put me down for it.” “Your name and phone number please?” “Jeff Robertson. 555-1314.” She jotted down his name and number, thinking about how his voice struck a chord in her. She had a thing for voices. They strummed her soul when they were the right timbre. It would be nice just to sit and listen to this man talk. “I’ve got you down for this Friday at seven, Mr. Robertson. Are you familiar with our location?” “Yes, I am. I attended a viewing two months ago. You’re new, aren’t you, Amanda?” His voice held a slight flirting quality. She tapped the tip of her pen on the desktop. “Yes, I just started working here two weeks ago.” “I didn’t think I’d spoken to you before. You have a very nice voice, Amanda. Will you be at the viewing on Friday?” Amanda drew in a slow breath before answering. Though Mr. Robertson had a to-die-for voice, it didn’t mean she would go on a date with him. It was amazing how many of these guys asked her out without ever laying eyes on her. “Yes, I will be,” she answered. “I’ll be doing the presentation myself.” “I look forward to meeting you, Amanda. Have a great day.” “Good-bye, Mr. Robertson, and thank you for calling Secret Weapons.” Amanda hung up and placed the receiver back in the charger. As she tapped a well-manicured nail on the calendar, frustration reared its ugly head. Jeff Robertson was the only one coming to Friday’s viewing. So far. Viewing. Right. It was no more than a fancy name for a sex toy party. Women attended them all the time. The difference here was the company catered to men. Hence, the name, Secret Weapons. There was nothing feminine about that. Most of the toys were geared toward men, but some of them were for men to use on their female partner. Those that were more interested in pleasing the woman purchased these items. Amanda had seen the majority of the Secret Weapons

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line, and though some of them looked a little scary, some looked a little wicked. And sometimes, wicked could be fun. She glanced at her watch. It was almost seven p.m. She worked the phones from eleven a.m. to seven p.m. Monday through Thursday. On Friday, she did the evening presentation which could last anywhere from an hour to three hours, depending on the amount of questions she had to answer. Her cell phone rang. She touched the screen. She recognized the number. “Hello, Jackie.” She glanced at her watch again. Ten more minutes and she was out of here. “Are we still on for tonight? You know I don’t like to show up for Monday Madness by myself.” Amanda smiled. Jackie Cook was her best friend, had been since college. They both worked as executive secretaries. The only difference was that Amanda had lost her job two months ago. That’s why she was working here. But she’d never tell Jackie just exactly where she was working. No way. As far as Jackie knew, Amanda was working as a secretary for a temp service. “Of course we’re still on,” Amanda said, pulling her wallet out of her purse and checking her cash situation. “I wouldn’t miss fifty-cent drafts at Spanky’s for anything.” Jackie laughed. “I love getting out of the high-class part of town, even if it’s only for one night. Want me to pick you up?” Amanda cringed. No way was she going to allow Jackie to pick her up from work. Then Jackie would know all about this job, and that wouldn’t do. “No, that’s okay. I’ll meet you there. About sevenfifteen?” “Sounds good. Keep your heels on. The guys at Spanky’s love a woman in high heels.” Amanda shook her head. “I will. I’m kind of short on cash, so I’m hoping someone will buy me a drink anyway.” “See you soon.” Jackie hung up.

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Amanda put her wallet and cell back in her purse and headed for the tiny bathroom to check her hair before she left for the bar. Five minutes and she would be gone. The phone on her desk rang. She stopped halfway across the floor and looked over her shoulder. Ring. I could just let it go. Ring. But I’ve only got one guy coming on Friday. Ring. She jerked around and made a grab for the phone before it stopped ringing. “Hello?” “I was beginning to think no one was going to answer,” a gruff, rumbling voice said. Amanda shivered. That voice, deep and rumbling with a hint of Southern drawl, could do it for her. She placed one palm on the cool, flat surface of her desktop and closed her eyes. “Secret Weapons. Can I interest you in scheduling a viewing? We have one this Friday that has a few openings left.” “Yeah, put me down. I’ve never been to one of these things, so when I got your card in the mail, I thought what the heck.” “Mmm.” She suddenly felt warmth rush into her face. She cleared her throat. “I’m sorry. Um, can I have your name?” She snatched the pen from the desk and swung the calendar around so she could see it. This guy had her shaken. “Chuck Sheets.” She scribbled his name on the calendar beneath the name of Jeff Robertson. “Well, Mr. Sheets, our next viewing is this Friday at seven p.m. It’s the same address that’s on the card you received. You still have that, don’t you?” They sent out cards to lists of names they purchased from another company. The lists were derived from subscribers to men’s magazines.


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“Yes, yes. I still have it. All right then. Friday at seven.” He hung up without saying anything else. “What I wouldn’t do to have that guy whispering what he wants in my ear,” she mumbled, replacing the receiver and switching on the answering machine. Twenty minutes later, she walked into Spanky’s and scanned the crowd for any sign of Jackie. Most of the men turned to look when she walked through the door. Most of them were still looking. Amanda enjoyed it. She knew she stood out in this crowd. She was dressed in a pink shirt and matching jacket with white, high-heeled pumps. She had to admit, with her blonde hair and boobs, she must look like “Office Barbie.” In an eighties type of bar like Spanky’s where most girls wore motorcycle T-shirts and had feathered bangs, she looked like a fish out of water. The music leaned toward ZZ Top and George Thorogood. That’s why Amanda loved coming here on Mondays with Jackie. It was so far removed from their usual plastic, fake, upper-crust life that she could let herself relax here and not worry if her lipstick was smudged or there was a hair out of place. A hand was waving in the center of the throng. Then Jackie was able to push through. “Come on,” she said, grabbing Amanda’s wrist. “I got us seats at the bar.” They moved through the people, brushing up again some of them though no one seemed to mind, and finally made it to the bar. Jackie had draped her suit jacket over one barstool and what looked like a vest over the one beside it. Jackie whipped the vest off one barstool and waved her hand for Amanda to sit. Amanda parked her purse on the bar, hiked her skirt up, and slid onto the barstool. Jackie had already signaled the bartender for two drafts and was patting her hands on the bar top in time to the music. Amanda let out a huge sigh. It felt like a weight had lifted off her shoulders. This place was where she came to take her mask off. The

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mask of being a proper young woman who wouldn’t be caught dead in a place like this. The bartender placed a tall glass of draft in front of her then one in front of Jackie. Each of them picked up the glass at the same time. Clinking their glasses together, they grinned and took a long drink of the brew. Amanda settled her glass on the bar, turned on her barstool so she could watch the other patrons, and propped both elbows on the bar behind her while crossing her legs at the same time. “Feels good to relax, huh?” Jackie asked loudly over the music. “Sure does.” She gestured toward the people. “At least everyone here is real.” “You got that right. No plastic people.” Jackie tipped up her glass and drained it. “You want another one?” Amanda shook her head. “No, not tonight.” Jackie nodded and signaled for the bartender to bring her another. Amanda didn’t want to drink too much tonight. She had a busy day of interviews tomorrow morning and then another day of working the phones for Secret Weapons. The interviews were scheduled for nine and ten o’clock at two different places. One was at a company that manufactured dairy products. The other was a law office. She hoped she snagged one of the jobs. The job she had right now was not what she had in mind when she went to college. She also didn’t like lying to her best friend about where she worked. She had worked all her life toward the goal of having an upper-class, respectable job that wouldn’t require manual labor. It wasn’t that she was snooty. She just didn’t want to work herself to death like her parents had. “What’s a young woman like you doing in a place like this?” The gravel-like voice was so close to her ear a shiver raced down her spine, and she involuntarily closed her eyes for a second. “Are you all right?” He placed a hand on her upper back.


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She sucked in a deep breath, mentally scolding herself for succumbing to her weakness for certain types of men’s voices, and turned toward the man beside her. She was greeted by a set of piercing blue eyes. “I’m fine, thank you. Why do you ask?” He removed his hand from her upper back and took a step back. “I saw you give a little shiver, and I thought maybe there was something wrong because it’s sure not cold in here.” Amanda smiled. That voice, coupled with the shaved head, strong jaw, and thick biceps that bore a colorful tattoo screamed “tough guy,” possibly biker. She offered him her hand. “I’m Amy.” He closed a large, calloused hand around hers gently and shook it as if it were made of glass. “Chuck.” One corner of his mouth lifted in a crooked smile. “Nice to meet you.” The person sitting beside her vacated the spot. Without releasing her hand, Chuck slid onto the stool and placed his beer bottle on the bar. “I have to say, Amy, you do look out of place here. So does your friend.” He nodded toward Jackie, who was chatting up a guy with long blond hair. His voice rolled over her in warm waves, the slight Southern twang like a touch of warm honey. She twitched the middle finger of the hand he was holding, lightly stroking his palm. “Maybe I don’t belong here, but some days a girl just wants to be a little wicked.” His gaze intensified, his pupils dilating to pools of darkness. Amanda dipped her head, looking up at him through her lashes. She had his full attention. Chuck took a deep breath, his chest expanding in the sleeveless denim shirt he wore. “Wicked can be good, if you’re with the right person.” She turned on her stool, her legs brushing past his right one until she stopped with her legs centered between his. She gently pulled her hand from his and picked up her beer glass. “Are you the right person?” She raised the glass to her lips.

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He smiled widely, revealing perfect white teeth and laugh lines at the corners of his eyes. “Are you serious?” She sipped her beer and lowered her glass. “As a heart attack.” Pinning him with her gaze, she leaned forward, placing her hand on his knee. “Are you up for it?” At that, he threw his head back and laughed. “Baby, I wrote the book on wicked. How about we have another beer, and then we’ll go somewhere not so loud and I’ll test your knowledge about the subject?” “That sounds good.” She drank the rest of her draft and scooted the glass forward on the bar. She had only done this one other time, picked up a guy in the bar, and that had been a disappointment. She had sworn to herself she’d never do it again. But with Chuck’s sexy voice and his rough good looks, Amanda didn’t think she’d be disappointed this time. She hadn’t wanted to drink too much tonight, but some raunchy wild sex would do wonders to relax her. Plus, it was very possible she’d never see this guy again. The bartender shoved a glass of beer across the bar to her. She stroked the curve of the glass with her fingertips, enjoying the dewy dampness of the condensation forming, cold beer inside, body heat outside the glass. Smiling, she wrapped her fingers around it and lifted the heady brew to her lips. The foam was soft against her mouth, the chilly liquid biting her tongue as it washed across it. Unlike most women she knew, Amanda like a good cold draft on a hot night. She like the warm buzz it created in the center of her. Taking another sip, she realized her glass was almost empty. Swiping a stray strand of hair back from her face, she felt hot and tightly wound. Sure enough, she shouldn’t have had that second beer. This was not good. “So, Amy, what do you do for a living?” Chuck asked, elbows on the bar, blue eyes trained on her face. “I’m a secretary. What sort of job do you have?” Good Lord, was she slurring her words?


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“I drive truck. I don’t get home much, but the money’s good.” “Bet your wife hates that.” She leaned her cheek on her hand, elbow parked on the bar. She was baiting him for some reason. She didn’t know why. “Do you cheat on your wife much?” She couldn’t stop herself. Chuck leaned toward her. “My wife and I divorced four years ago. She was the one doing the cheating.” He had the most sincere look on his face. Amanda frowned. He wasn’t upset or put off by her comment. He was just stating the truth and must be over his wife because this conversation wasn’t bothering him at all. “I’m sorry,” she said, placing a hand on the hard muscle of his forearm. “I shouldn’t have talked to you that way.” “It’s all right. Don’t worry about it.” He shrugged. “I just figure you’re having second thoughts about me and you’re looking for a way out by pissing me off.” Amanda blinked. “I wasn’t—” “Yes. You were.” He grinned and lifted his beer, draining it and placing the glass on the bar. “Amy, I’m not the type of guy to force myself on someone, so if you’re wondering if you bit off more than you could chew with me, it’s okay.” He slid off the stool and stood. “I’m not mad. I’m not hurt. When you’re ready, you let me know.” He leaned down and brushed his lips across her cheek, ending the chaste kiss with a “See ya” whispered hotly in her ear, making her shudder. He straightened, grinned, and turned to walk away. And damn, she wanted him. But she knew she shouldn’t. It would only lead to trouble. She’d promised herself she wouldn’t pick up another guy. She’d only done it once, but she’d felt like a piece of crap the next morning. She was better than that. Right? She slid off the stool. Her heel got hung up on the footrest, throwing her off balance. The next thing she knew a pair of arms were

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around her, her cheek resting against a hard chest, and she was breathing in the scent of a very masculine cologne. “Hey there,” he said. “You almost went down.” Amanda pushed against that hard chest and looked up into the deepest brown eyes she’d ever seen. “I’m terribly sorry. Excuse me, please.” She tried to turn away, but her heel was still hung up on the dang footrest. Stupid high heels. She didn’t even know why she wore them in the first place. “Whoa,” Mr. Brown Eyes said, grabbing her elbow before she took him to the floor with her. “I think you may have had a little too much to drink. Let me help you.” Exasperated, Amanda jerked her knee up, only to dislodge her heel from the footrest, and ended up connecting her knee with Mr. Brown Eyes’s groin. He let out a grunt and almost doubled over, releasing her arm to grab his crotch. She stumbled, losing her balance when the heel came unstuck, and reached out for something, anything, to keep her from falling. The “anything” she managed to grab was his neck. Her arm slid around his neck, her other hand landing on his back with a slap. With a whip of her hair over her shoulder, she found her footing at the same time Chuck returned, his brows drawn together in a frown. “This guy bothering you, Amy?” Chuck asked, stopping in front of the poor man who was still doubled over. “No, no, I’m fine,” she said, trying to smile. Chuck raised one eyebrow. “You sure? ’Cause I saw you put a knee to his jewels and right now you’ve got him in a headlock.” Amanda immediately removed her arm from around the guy’s neck. “Oh my goodness,” she said, leaning down so she could see his face. “I am so sorry. Are you hurt?” He shook his head and slowly straightened before turning those deep brown eyes her way. “I’ll be okay, but why did you put a knee to me? I was just trying to help.”


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“It was an accident. My foot was caught and I—” He held his hand up. “Don’t worry about it. As long as you’re okay. I was going to ask if you needed any help getting home.” He dropped his hand and looked at Chuck, who was now grinning with his arms crossed over his chest. “What are you grinning at, Chuck?” Amanda looked from one man to the other. Were they going to fight? Chuck laughed long and loud. “If I’d have known it was you all hunkered over, I’d have told her to keep you in that headlock a little longer.” “You know him?” Amanda asked Chuck. He shrugged. “You could say that. We share a house when I’m in town.” He nodded toward Brown Eyes. “Amy, this is my roommate, Jeff.” Jeff gave her a nod. Amanda’s face grew hot. She was so embarrassed after what she’d just done to this guy. She lightly touched his arm. “I really am sorry.” He looked down at her, one side of his mouth quirking up in a crooked smile. Handsome, with dark brown hair and eyes to match, she thought he was possibly American Indian. “If you’re truly sorry, maybe you could do me a favor,” he said. “What can I do? To make it up to you, I mean?” He cocked his head slightly. “Could you give me a ride home?” He placed a hand low on his belly. “I walked here, and I’m not sure I could walk all the way home after what you just did to me.” Amanda grabbed his bicep, noting the hardness of it. “Of course I can. Just let me say good night to my friend, okay?” He nodded and smiled. “See ya later, buddy,” Chuck said, still grinning. “Good night, Amy.” “Good night.” She gave him a little wave, and then he turned and headed for the pool table. Hmm, two hot men in one night, she thought, turning to the bar to get her purse. Chuck, with the voice that

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vibrated right up her spine, and Jeff, with those dark melting eyes and sexy looks—what she would like to do with them… Stop it, she told herself. She grabbed her purse and turned toward Jackie. Respectable women wouldn’t have thoughts like this. Is there something wrong with me? Some personality flaw? She pulled her thoughts away from fantasy and back to reality. “Jackie. Hey, Jackie.” Her friend had her back to her, talking animatedly to the guy sitting on the other side of her. Amanda tapped her on the shoulder. “Jackie!” The other woman turned. “Yeah? What’s up?” “I’m going to give that guy a ride home, and then I’m going to go home myself.” She hiked her thumb toward Jeff. Jackie swiveled around on her stool and leaned out around Amanda. “Dang, he’s nice. Where’d you find him?” “Never you mind, girlie,” Amanda said, shouldering her purse. “I’ll talk to you later.” She turned and walked toward Jeff, who was waiting by the front door. “Call me,” Jackie yelled from behind her, making Amanda smile. She knew what Jackie was thinking, but all she was going to do was give the guy a ride home. That was it. Jeff smiled when she reached him and held the door open for her. “After you,” he said, gallantly waving his arm wide. She walked ahead of him to her car. “Do you live very far?” “No. It’s just a couple of blocks actually.” He opened the door for her after she unlocked it with the remote. Amanda slid into the driver’s seat, reached back over the console and in between the seats to park her purse behind the passenger seat, then smiled at Jeff as he got settled into the seat beside her. Jeff was right. His place was only a few blocks from Spanky’s. “Pull in right here and park right beside the building,” Jeff said, pointing at a building that looked to be an auto repair shop. Amanda did as he asked. “Don’t tell me you live in that building,” she said.


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“Actually, I live in the house next door.” He opened his door and began to exit the car. “Can you wait right here for a minute? I just need to check on something, and I’ll be right back.” He closed the door behind him and sprinted around the front of the car before she could say anything. Amanda watched him enter the building through the side door. Sighing, she leaned her head back on the headrest. “What the heck am I doing?” If she wouldn’t have kneed the guy in the family jewels, she wouldn’t be here right now. Not that she didn’t think he was hot. She did. She could picture him wearing a pair of faded jeans and worn boots, no shirt, leading a pony by the bridle through a pasture of tall grasses. The image turned her insides molten. Especially when she added a hot sun to the picture which caused his tan skin to be dewed with sweat. Mmm… She shook her head and sat up, gripping the steering wheel with both hands. She looked toward the building. She could see lights on through the windows and him moving about inside. She needed to get out of here, get away from this temptation to just give in and let her feelings and instincts guide her actions. Right now, what she wanted to do was march in there and devour him. But her respectable persona would not allow her that indulgence. It wasn’t that he looked to be a car mechanic. That was a perfectly fine and respectable job. It was the fact that women with a reputation to protect wouldn’t walk in to an auto shop and jump the mechanic. True, she spent a few of her Monday evenings at Spanky’s and it wasn’t the sort of place the upper crust of this town would frequent, but she had to indulge herself a little bit. The people she normally worked with would never see her there, so it wasn’t a problem. But if she indulged in her little fantasy about a certain auto mechanic, there could come a time when the indulgence would come to light at the most inopportune time. She had to leave. Now. Before her fantasies got the better of her.

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Amanda flung open the car door and strode toward the side door of the building. She wasn’t going to just drive off and leave. She’d already been as impolite as possible with this guy. She felt a little sorry for him even. She’d say good-bye and tell him she hoped he felt okay now, and then she’d leave. That was the plan. “Hello?” She stepped inside the shop and surveyed the brightly lit room. There were two cars with their hoods raised in the bays. The walls were lined with tool boxes and other assorted machines. She had no idea what they were used for. The large area held the aroma of grease and gas, a totally male environment. “Jeff?” He peeked around one of the raised car hoods. “Yeah?” He came around the car, wiping his hands on a rag. “I have to go. Are you going to be okay?” She started to place her hand on the workbench beside the door then thought better of it. Jeff crossed the distance between them and tossed the rag on the bench. “Are you sure you don’t have time for a cup of coffee?” He placed on hand on the work bench, moving closer. “I’d love to get to know you a bit. Come next door and have a cup of coffee. After getting rattled by a certain lady’s knee, I think I deserve that much.” He leaned closer, his gaze traveling over her face, stopping at her lips for a moment, then moving back up to her eyes. His liquid brown eyes drew her in, his cologne calling to her, mingling with the pure male scent of an auto shop. Heat swirled inside her, tingling. “What the hell,” she said, breathing him in.


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Chapter Two “Welcome to my humble home,” Jeff said when they entered his house through the kitchen door. He flicked on the overhead light and made his way to the coffeemaker that sat on the counter. “Sit down.” He pulled the carafe from the coffeemaker and started to fill it with water from the tap. He looked over his shoulder at her. “Please don’t mind the mess. I didn’t have time to pick up today.” Amanda chuckled, dropping her purse on the glossy wooden surface of the kitchen table. She swore she could almost see her reflection in it, it was that clean. “What mess would that be? This place is spotless.” She sat down in one of the chairs at the table and watched him move around the kitchen with ease. He opened the cupboard to the right of the sink and reached up to get the container of coffee. It was a smooth, comfortable movement. Like he knew his way around a kitchen and wasn’t afraid to let her know it. Amanda sat back in her chair and laced her fingers together, resting her hands in her lap, and just watched him. He deftly measured three scoops of coffee into the filter basket and placed it in the coffeemaker. Grabbing the cord, he plugged it in. The machine gurgled to life, the aroma of strong, dark coffee wafting over to her. Next, he reached into another cupboard and pulled out a dessert plate. Amanda was slightly amazed and duly impressed when he pulled some cookies from a cookie jar she hadn’t noticed before on the counter and placed them on the plate. She watched every small movement he made, taking note of the way the muscles of his back

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flexed beneath his T-shirt when he removed two coffee cups from the cupboard. How his jeans hugged his behind when he bent to get a bag of sugar from a lower cupboard. By the time Jeff finished preparations for coffee, Amanda had a yearning warmth coursing through her veins. After he carried everything to the table and they each had a steaming cup of coffee in front of them, Jeff broke his silence. “So, are you always as clumsy as you were at Spanky’s, or did you just drink too much?” Amanda couldn’t help but smile. “No, I am not normally clumsy, and no, I didn’t have too much to drink. Would you have let me drive you home if you thought I’d had too much to drink?” He smiled, creating the most amazing dimples in his cheeks. “No. I knew you only had your shoe caught. And I’m not hurt. I just wanted to spend some more time with you, so I asked you to drive me home.” “Really.” “Yes, really.” She drew in a deep breath. Where was this going? She had been ready to just go home and get some sleep before the interviews tomorrow but now she wasn’t sure she wanted to do that. Should she allow herself this little measure of time to indulge herself? “So, Amy, tell me about yourself. What do you do for a living?” Jeff took a sip of coffee. There was no way she was going to tell him she worked for Secret Weapons and sold sex toys. “I’m an executive secretary, normally. Right now I’m working a temporary job since the company I worked for ended up closing its doors. But this job is just temporary. I’ve got some interviews in the morning, and I hope to snag one of those jobs.” Jeff shook his head. “Isn’t that the way things are going these days? So many people out of work.” “I take it you work next door? As a mechanic?”


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“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 hands, 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.


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“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.” He parted her nether lips and stroked one finger over her swollen clit. She jerked upward toward his hand. “M–more.” She couldn’t help it. He had her totally under his spell now. He obliged, using his thumb to rub and massage her clit while his fingers entered her wet pussy. He made love to her with his hand while whispering in her ear, telling her to move, to buck her hips up, to faux fuck him. She did as she was told, her eyes closed, lips parted. Hot zinging sensation raced through her, her breathing becoming wild. “Don’t come, baby. Not yet. Hold it, just hold it back,” he said, pulling his arm from under her neck. He shifted, moving above her and in between her legs. She opened her eyes, locking her gaze with his. He dipped his head down, brushing his lips across hers then pulling back. She raised her head up, wanting to devour his mouth. He smiled and, with one hand, moved her legs open wider. He slipped between her thighs and, without hesitation, slid his cock into her needy pussy. “Oh yeah,” he said, tilting his head back and closing his eyes. “You are so tight and hot. Now, fuck me. Buck those sweet hips of yours.” Then he began to move. Amanda grasped his shoulders and matched his strokes. He was hot and thick and filling her completely. She groaned, their bodies slapping together, mating at the pelvis, driving each other to the brink.

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“Come now, Amy. Let me feel you come,” he groaned, shoving deeply into her. Sparks exploded behind her eyes, and her body convulsed, pleasure, pure and white-hot shooting through her. Her pussy clenched, massaging his cock, not wanting to let him go. He stiffened, thrusting deeper than before, then groaned long and loud. “Aw, geez…” he said through clenched teeth when he came inside her, his hot cream filling her. Amanda’s breathing was shallow and ragged, her body jerking slightly as he relaxed down on top of her. **** Rolling to the side, Jeff let out a huge breath. “That was awesome.” He reached over and stroked a strand of her long blonde hair out of her eyes. She looked beautiful. Her lips were kiss-swollen and full, her eyes half-closed, gazing at him with their beautiful blue sparkling beneath lush lashes. He stroked his palm across her full breast, loving the feel of the puckered nipple as it grazed his palm. Her chest bore the rosiness of fresh release, her body dewed with the sweat of their efforts. She caught her bottom lip between her teeth and closed her eyes, arching up to meet his touch. She was an absolute wet dream. Blonde, full breasts, and small waist, her hips flared out in nice curves to taper down to long, sleek legs. Strange though that she was turned on by him whispering in her ear and talking her through hot sex. Didn’t bother him though. He’d talk her ear off if that’s what she wanted. Right now, he just wished he was ready to go again, but it was going to take him a bit to get his strength back to dive inside her once more. “Mmm,” she murmured, reaching up to stroke his bicep as he slowly moved his hand over her body. She guided his hand lower. “More.”


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He chuckled. “It’ll be a few minutes before I’m ready, baby. But that won’t stop me from pleasing you.” He had just the thing for this type of situation. Jeff had always believed in pleasing women. He loved to hear their sighs and soft moans while having sex. It was a heady experience to know he could give them so much pleasure. He shifted on the bed, reaching toward the nightstand. “What are you doing?” she asked softly. “Hang on, I’m not going anywhere.” He opened the top drawer of the nightstand and peered inside. Smiling, he reached for the vibrator, the one that had the butterfly wing at the bottom of the shaft. He had a few little toys to satisfy his lover with stashed away. He didn’t use them often, but when he did, he spent extra time making sure his lover was satisfied. This one was completely new, never been used. He’d been waiting for the right woman, and he thought Amy just might be the one. “What are you doing?” She raised up on one elbow, trying to look over his shoulder. “I’m going to give you a bit more pleasure while I catch my breath.” He rolled over, the vibrator in his hand. “Okay with you?” He thought he’d better ask first. She touched it with a fingertip. “I’ve never…” “Never a better time than the present. I guarantee it’s sanitary and brand-new. I was hoping I’d find someone to share pleasure with and then you came along. What do you think?” She looked at him with wide blue eyes. “I don’t know…” He knew the trick. He leaned down and blew a warm breath over her ear. She immediately shuddered. Smiling to himself, he whispered, “I want to please you, Amy. Will you let me?” “Mmhmm,” she murmured. Jeff tilted his head and moved to her lips, those luscious, full lips he hoped would soon wrap around his cock. He tasted her mouth, using his tongue to part her lips while flicking on the vibrator. It

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hummed lowly in his hand. He deftly lowered it to her pussy, slowly and lightly rubbing it over her mound. She parted her lips and gasped when the vibrating shaft touched her clit. He used the moment to his advantage and entered her mouth with his tongue. His cock began to tingle when she parted her thighs wider and began to suck on his tongue while wrapping her arms around his shoulders. He grew hot, loving the press of her ample breasts against his chest. He moved the vibrator slowly, seeking the pearl in the cleft of her pussy. He knew when he found it. She gasped again, jerking her hips up against his hand. Now was the time. He moved down her body, capturing one hard nipple between his lips and inserting the vibrator into her wet entrance at the same time. Her fingers threaded through his hair, pressing his face against her breast as she moaned. God, she was something. He thrust the vibrator in and out, nipping at her nipple and rolling it with his tongue. She moaned and writhed beneath him. He couldn’t get enough of her. He wanted to devour her, taste every part of her. With a flick of his thumb, he turned on the butterfly wings on the vibrator and thrust the shaft of it deep inside her pussy. She let out a little mewling sound, her fingers digging into his scalp as she thrust her hips up to his hand. He knew what was happening. The shaft vibrated deep inside her while the butterfly wings gently beating against her clit drove her to the edge of passion. Suddenly she jerked her hips upward and let out a scream. “Oh my God!” She jerked again, and he leaned back to watch her face, her nipple coming out of his mouth with a small pop. Her eyes were glazed, half opened, her cheeks flushed full red. Her lips were parted, her breath coming in tiny gasps. He continued to thrust in and out of her, her hips bucking and matching the strokes. Then she shuddered, her whole body shivering in release. She swallowed, her throat working hard. “S–stop. I c–can’t take it…”


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He smiled and withdrew the vibrator, flicking it off. He laid it on the bed and captured her lips with a kiss, drawing his tongue over her bottom lip before allowing her to breathe again. Glancing down, he noted he was nice and hard again. Ready. But was she? **** Amanda felt like her muscles were made of rubber. She’d never felt this satisfied or turned on. Even after two earth-shattering orgasms, she wanted more. She wanted to hear that sexy voice in her ear, feel his mouth on her body, his hard shaft pumping inside her. Moving languidly, she reached down between them and wrapped her fingers around his cock. She smiled and met his gaze. He was hard, hot, and ready. “Make love to me,” she said, moving onto her side and closer to him. “Be glad to,” he said lowly, his voice rolling over her like a wave of warm water, soothing and sexy. She stroked her fingertips over his shaft, moving her thumb over the head and feeling the creamy pre-cum wetting it. She used it to slick his skin all the way down to the base of it then reached beneath and cupped his balls in the palm of her hand. He kissed her softly, moving his hand down her back and over the curve of her bottom, squeezing lightly. Goose bumps rose on her flesh, her nerve endings on fire with sensation. They moved together with light touches and long, slow strokes until they mated, his member entering her pussy, fitting together like hand in glove. He whispered to her, telling her she was beautiful, that he was glad he found her. This time, the sex was more like lovemaking. Soft and slow, tender. Taking time with each other. When they hit their release, it was together, climbing to heights she’d never reached with anyone else. Afterward, they lay together, totally sated and exhausted, wrapped in each other’s arms. Jeff lay on his back, his arm around her. Her

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cheek lay on his shoulder, her hand over his heart, feeling the steady beat of a man who she was really glad she’d decided to spend some time with. “Are you hungry?” he asked, patting her shoulder. “Maybe a little.” Her tummy growled at the thought of food. She’d expended a lot of energy over the last couple of hours. “If you’d like to take a shower, I’ll whip up some eggs and toast for us.” “I’d love that.” He slid his arm from underneath her and rose up to sit on the edge of the bed. Reaching over, he grabbed his jeans from the floor and stood to slide them on. Amanda watched him move to the dresser against the wall, his back wide and muscled. He was handsome, in a hometown sort of way. He opened a drawer and pulled out a T-shirt. Flinging it toward the bed, he grinned. “You can put that on after your shower.” She smiled at him. “Thanks.” He pointed toward a door opposite from the door to the hall. “Shower’s in there. See you in a few minutes.” He winked and headed out into the hallway. Amanda stretched her arms over her head and sighed. She was so glad she’d gone to Spanky’s tonight. This was just what she’d needed to relieve some of the stress she’d been feeling lately. With a new sense of well-being, she slid out of bed and padded toward a much needed shower. Twenty minutes later, she entered the kitchen to the aroma of eggs and toast. Her belly growled at her again, letting her know it wanted sustenance. “That smells wonderful. Can I help?” He flipped two eggs over easy onto a plate. “You can pour some orange juice. Juice in the fridge, glasses in the cabinet over there.” He nodded with his head toward a cabinet to the side of the sink. She set about pouring their drinks while he buttered the toast and set their plates of steaming eggs on the table.


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“This is delicious,” she said around a mouthful of egg. “Thanks. I’ve had to learn to cook these last few years, living on my own.” He shoved a forkful of egg in his mouth. “These last few years? Were you married before?” She took a sip of juice. Ahh, this was almost heaven. Sex then breakfast. “I’m divorced. Three years now. Chuck and I share this place, but he’s not around that much, what with driving truck on the road. How about you? Ever married?” He cocked his head, giving her a look. “Don’t tell me you are married.” She laughed. “No, never married, not ever, not now.” It struck her how comfortable this felt. The two of them sharing breakfast after having the most wonderful tumble in bed felt right for some reason. She didn’t have to worry about her hair not being perfect, didn’t have to worry about how she was dressed and if her lipstick was smeared. Here she was, sitting in Jeff’s kitchen at two in the morning, wearing nothing but a T-shirt with her hair all mussed up. She was a bit in awe of the feelings she was having. “You look so pretty right now,” he said, laying his fork beside his plate. “What are you thinking?” “I’m thinking about how nice this is and what a wonderful night this turned out to be.” “Let’s hope there’s many more.” He picked up his fork and stabbed another bite of egg. Once they finished, she helped him clean up the table, and they talked about nothing in particular while they did the dishes. She learned he’d inherited the auto shop from his father, that he’d lived here all his life. Went to high school and married his high school sweetheart, but they grew apart and parted ways three years ago on good terms. “I’ve just found that it’s not good to try to mold yourself into what someone else wants you to be,” he said, drying the last plate. “You don’t want to try to change someone either. It never works out. You

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just need to let them be who they are. If you don’t, the relationship will never work no matter how hard you try.” She let the dishwater out of the sink and turned to look at him. “You’re pretty comfortable with who you are, aren’t you?” “I am. Aren’t you comfortable with who you are?” He laid the dishtowel he used to dry dishes with on the counter and turned toward her, placing his hands on her hips and turning her toward him. She met his gaze, looking deeply into those brown eyes. He had wise eyes. They held much more than she’d first thought when she met him. “Sometimes I’m not. Sometimes I’m not sure just who I am or what I’m supposed to be.” He reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “You’re supposed to be you. That’s all. Just you.” She smiled and held his hand to her cheek. “I’ve really got to get going, you know.” “Really?” He frowned and stuck out his lower lip. “I was hoping you’d stay the night.” She shook her head, remembering where she had to be in the morning. Remembering “who” she had to be in the morning. “I can’t.” She pulled his hand down from her cheek. “I’ve really got to go.” “You sure I can’t talk you into staying?” he asked, pulling her closer. He kissed her lips lightly. She could taste the buttery flavor of toast on his lips. She closed her eyes, leaning into him, enjoying the feel of his mouth on hers. When he leaned back, she met his eyes. “I really can’t. I have interviews in the morning, and I shouldn’t have stayed this long. I’ve got to get home and get some sleep or I’ll look atrocious in the morning.” He smiled. “You could never look ‘atrocious.’” She laughed. “You’re good for my ego.” She pulled away from him. “I’d better get dressed.” “Do you really have to go?”


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She nodded. “Yes.” Then she turned away, every molecule in her body telling her not to leave. But she had to because she was afraid if she didn’t leave soon, she may never go. Forty-five minutes later, Amanda dropped her keys in the dish on the small table beside her front door. She flipped on the living room light and parked her purse beside the bowl with her keys. Exhausted from the day she’d had at work and then the awesome romp she’d had with Jeff, she stood in the foyer and gazed at her apartment, closing the door behind her. She’d lived here for the last year, having saved her money until she could afford the deposit and the first and last month’s rent. It had taken her a while. The apartment was in the most prestigious building in town. Fifth floor with a view of the river, the apartment had an open floor plan and a wall of windows that faced the water and the marina across the river. She had opted for modern furniture to match the “uptown” feel of the place. A red couch curved around a glass coffee table in the shape of a kidney. Pendant lights dangled on silver cords in an arc over the couch, following its flowing line. The living room was separated from the kitchen by an island with a black granite countertop that gleamed in the light. So different from the homey feel of Jeff’s house. This was what she’d wanted though, this classy modern existence. Only problem was, what with losing her high-paying executive secretary job, she wasn’t sure just how long she was going to be able to afford this place. With a heavy sigh, she kicked off her heels, leaving them lying in the foyer, and padded toward her bedroom. Entering the bedroom, she turned on the light on her nightstand and began to undress. The bed looked as big as a football field. It was king-size and the pure white coverlet made it look stark and uninviting, even in this dim light. She stripped off her clothes and put them in the hamper to take to the dry cleaners. In the bathroom, she washed her face and brushed

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out her hair, working the tangles from it. She’d wash it in the morning. It was late, and she really needed to get some sleep. Pulling a nightgown over her head, she turned back the coverlet and climbed beneath the sheets. Reaching up, she switched off the bedside lamp and settled down into her pillows. Moonlight angled in through the window on the other side of the room, bathing the room in bluish light. Amanda sighed. Her body was relaxed after the awesome sexual release, but her mind absolutely would not shut down. Her thoughts ran to her parents. Her mom and dad had worked their whole lives, her dad in a factory, her mom waiting tables. Amanda had grown up in a small ranch-style home on a side street about a mile from this building. All the homes were cookie-cutter copies of each other, middle-income families trying to make a living and no one moving any higher up the ladder. When she was a teenager, she had vowed to make it out of the neighborhood and move on, up to the higher class of living that an executive secretary would live. She had done it, too. But it had been a struggle. Making sure she always looked the part, perfect in a business suit, words and actions following the protocol. Her only release was once in a while going down to Spanky’s and letting her hair down a little. She’d met Jackie in college, and though she was a good friend, Jackie had been brought up in a different sort of family. She had been born into a well-to-do family and thought going to Spanky’s was edgy. In reality, Spanky’s was the sort of place Amanda’s parents would have gone when they were young, a local neighborhood bar who catered to people who worked with their hands for a living. People like Jeff. Amanda closed her eyes, remembering Jeff’s touch, his kiss, and his comfortable way about himself when he moved. He seemed happy with his life. He didn’t seem to worry about how people took him or what they thought of him. She’d only known him for a night, and somehow felt like she’d known him much longer.


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“Stop it,” she told herself, speaking into the empty room. “Stop thinking about something you’re never going to have and start thinking about what you’ve been striving for.” The interviews in the morning had to go well. She had to get one of those jobs. She didn’t want to lose this lifestyle and everything that went with it. The nice apartment, the invitations to dinner parties in places as nice or better then hers, the respect of her bosses who could move her career along with a handshake and a phone call. She’d worked so hard to get where she was, and she was determined to keep moving up. Rolling onto her side, she pulled the covers up over her shoulder and reached for the extra pillow. She cuddled the pillow to her stomach. Too bad the pillow wasn’t a man with hazel eyes. It would be so nice to cuddle up to someone like Jeff at the end of the day, spooning against his strong back and feeling his warmth. But this, her pristine bed in her classy apartment, was what she had wanted. Wasn’t it?

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Chapter Three The week had been nothing short of depressing. Tuesday, Amanda had been bright and cheery during both of the interviews for the jobs, but here it was Friday and no phone call as of yet. Had she done something the interviewers hadn’t liked? Or was she just not their type? She didn’t know. All she knew was that it was Friday, she had a Secret Weapons party to plan, and as of now, she only had two clients signed up to come to the party. Not a very good forecast for selling some sex toys tonight. True, she got paid a salary, but she also got commission on all the orders she took, so selling was a good part of her income. And her rent was due in a week. It was five o’clock and the party was scheduled to start at seven, so she’d better get things in order. The room that they usually had the parties in was booked, and she was now setting up. It was in the basement of the building, but it was decorated more like a conference room than a place to have a sex toy party. A long mahogany table almost filled the room, cushy chairs in a burgundy plush fabric on either side of the table. There was a pulldown screen to use for showing slides of their catalog and another display table at the back of the room where she could arrange samples of the items they had for sale. As she arranged the toys on the display table, she couldn’t help but wonder what the heck she was doing here. Sex toys. Who would have thought? And they were especially for men to please their women with. In her experience, most men didn’t like the thought


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yet either. Not that she was really looking to settle down. Not yet. She was still pretty much focused on her career. She looked down at the bottle of cream she was holding in her hand. “Rock Hard Candy” it read on the tube. It was a cream for a man to use to stay hard, but still tasted good should his lover have the desire to put his member in her mouth. Some career. With a big sigh, Amanda finished arranging the items on the display table and hoped she could at least make some decent sales tonight. With only two men coming, it looked a little bleak. On to the refreshments. She had coffee brewing, a small tub with cans of soda icing, some chips, some dip, and all the little items like cups and plates and silverware. She checked the laptop she used to display parts of the catalog on the screen and made sure it was cued up. Remote in hand, she dimmed the lights and sat at the desk in the corner, waiting for her clients to arrive. She was examining her fingernails in the dim light when the two men walked through the door. “Well, hello there,” a deep, gravelly voice said. Amanda stood and took one step toward the door, then froze. “Chuck?” She looked at the man coming in behind Chuck. “Jeff?” Her heart stuttered. “Amy,” Jeff said, coming toward her. “I had no idea I’d be seeing you here.” She swallowed hard. “I—um…” Chuck laughed. “Well, this is going to be fun. How many others are coming?” Amanda shook her head and clasped her hands together in front of her. “It’s just you two tonight. Won’t you have something to drink?” she asked, getting her professional face as in order as possible. She had no idea the party would consist of these two men. Especially Jeff. Oh my goodness.


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Jeff walked up to her, took one of her hands in his, and gave her a sweet kiss on the cheek. “Nice to see you,” he said lowly, close to her ear, before letting go of her hand and crossing the room to the refreshments. Amanda felt a little skitter of electricity race down her spine, her ear tingling from his warm breath. Chuck approached and took her hand also, a grin on his face. “I heard you and Jeff spent some time together the other night. I should have called dibs. I met you first.” Then he laughed. “Don’t look so rattled. It’s just us. We’ll have a good time tonight. Don’t you worry.” He let go of her hand and followed in Jeff’s footsteps to get himself a soda. Without thinking, Amanda moved to the door and closed it, preparing as she normally would when she began one of these parties. Her mind was moving at the speed of light, images of Jeff, naked above her, sweat dewing his skin, flashing through her brain. Her face grew hot, as did other parts of her body. How in the world was she going to handle this? Not only was she attracted to Jeff, but Chuck’s rough voice gave her the shivers, turning her on without him even touching her. Goodness, she was turning in to some sort of hussy. And now she had to show them all of these sex toys? Was God playing some sort of joke on her? During a normal Secret Weapons party, she would not only use her looks to help sell inventory but would also flirt. She wouldn’t be all over the clients but would pull off subtle flirty hints like looking at them from beneath her lashes with a sultry gaze. Another of her tricks was to wear this tight, light tan skirt, the color of skin, and whenever she would turn her back on the crowd to reach for an item on the display table, she would bend over a little deeper than she had to so they would get the full view of the curve of her ass. The skirt was short, and though she always made sure not to show any panty, it did accent the length of her legs. Her blouse was white, cut low, and wraparound, tying at her back with no buttons to speak of. The

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material was thin, and anyone could clearly get the hint of the lacey, pale pink half-cup bra she wore beneath. She finished off her look with glossy pink lips and vanilla perfume. Men loved the scent of vanilla, she’d found. Turning toward the two men who were settling themselves into chairs at the long table, Amanda was unsure how far to push the sexy act. She’d just have to play it by ear. “Welcome to Secret Weapons,” she announced in the happiest saleswoman voice she could muster. “My first question for you is, do you men like to pleasure women?” Her gaze met Jeff’s across the table. Heat whooshed through her, remembering just how he had pleasured her last night. “If we didn’t, we wouldn’t be here,” Chuck said, breaking the moment. “Okay. Second question, have either of you been to a Secret Weapons party or ordered from our catalog before?” She was doing her best to sound bright and cheery, but it was getting harder by the minute. Jeff leaned back in his chair at the far end of the table and raised his hand, beckoning her to come closer. “Amy, come here.” She swallowed, took three slow, steady breaths, and walked around the table. She stopped to the side of his chair. “Yes?” He swiveled the chair to face her. “Listen, you don’t have to give us the full sales pitch. We’ve both been here before and ordered from the catalog. Since we all know each other, why don’t you just show us what’s new and we’ll go from there?” He smiled up at her, his dimples almost dancing on his cheeks. “Okay,” she said, releasing the breath she hadn’t known she was holding. “Why don’t you guys join me at the display table?” She crooked her finger at them, and they rose from the table to stand one on each side of her in front of an assortment of toys, lotions, and creams laid out in front of them. “So do either of you have a preference? Know what you’re looking for?” She placed her


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fingertips on the table and looked from one to the other, finally allowing her gaze to settle on Jeff. He reached up and tucked her hair behind her ear. “It’s good to see you again,” he said, edging closer until their hips touched. His hand dropped from her ear and slid around her waist. He glanced down at the table. “You know, I thought you said you were an executive secretary. Is this like a side job or something?” He picked up the tube of Rock Hard Candy cream and turned it to read the description on the back of the tube. His body heat pressed so closely to her side filtered through the material of her clothes and warmed her skin. The close proximity to these two men was getting to her already. “It is sort of a job on the side,” she said, placing a hand on the newest catalog item she had placed on the table, an eight-inch, electric blue dildo that had silver sparkles embedded in it. She curled her fingers around its girth just to have her hands busy. Nervousness jittered through her, along with a strange tingling of excitement. “I’m in between secretarial positions right now, so I’ve been doing this, you know, to pay the bills.” She picked up the dildo and waved it for emphasis, not noting just how that action looked. “I don’t know about you, Jeff,” Chuck said, moving closer on her left side. “But I like the way her fingers fit around that hard shaft.” The last few words were said almost against her ear. She clutched the blue shaft in both hands and caught her bottom lips between her teeth. Jeff’s hand on her back moved down and cupped one cheek of her ass. “She likes males’ voices, did I tell you that, Chuck?” he asked, not looking at Chuck but at her. Amanda saw a gleam in his hazel eyes. It reminded her of a spark of wickedness, and not only did it intrigue her, it melted her insides. “So, um, what can I show you two?” she asked, straining to keep the tremble out of her voice.

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Chuck moved even closer, pressing against her. Now she was wedged between the two men. “You can show me just how much a woman would enjoy that blue dick you’re holding in your hot little hands,” he said, brushing her hair back over her shoulder then outlining her ear with his fingertip. “Or I could try it out on you. Make sure it satisfies before I buy it.” “Oh God,” she whispered. “That’s an idea,” Jeff said, placing his hand over one of hers, stroking his fingers over her skin. He leaned in close, his lips brushing her ear as light as a feather. “Will you let us try out the merchandise on you…in you? Let us satisfy you, Amy.” She groaned and closed her eyes, loosening her grip on the dildo. “Yes, Amy, let us please you. We’ll buy everything we try out on you that gives you pleasure,” Chuck whispered in her left ear. “Let us, Amy.” “Yes, let us,” Jeff whispered in her right ear. She swallowed, her throat tight with want. “Why do you make me feel so…wicked?” “Give in to it, Amy. There’s nothing to stop you,” Jeff said, his voice moving over her ear and making her tingle. “We’ll need to…lock the door,” she said, turning toward Jeff and meeting his eyes. “Lock it, Chuck,” Jeff said, sliding his hand to the nape of her neck and pulling her in for a swelteringly rough kiss. Amanda vaguely heard Chuck cross the room then return to the table. Jeff forced her lips apart and thrust his tongue inside her mouth, making her groan. “Let me see what we have here,” Chuck said from behind her. Jeff pulled back from the kiss, drawing her cheek into his chest. She could smell his cologne, his heart beating beneath her cheek. She was so turned on she could barely breathe. Over her shoulder, Jeff said, “She seemed to like the blue one, Chuck. See if there’s some lube on the table.”


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Amanda quivered in anticipation. She didn’t think they’d need any lube. Her panties were already wet, her juices warming her insides. Jeff caught her face in his hands, tilting her head back to look into her eyes. “You’re not afraid, are you?” he asked, concern etched on his face. “No.” “Come with me, baby. Come over here.” Jeff smiled and led her toward the conference table, then sat down in a chair, pulling her into his lap. She placed a hand on his chest. “Jeff, I–I want this, but I don’t want you to think badly of me. Maybe we should just stop right now.” She liked this man. Even though he wasn’t who she had pictured in her life, she liked him. “Amy, there is no way I would ever think badly of you. You’re stressed out. I can tell. There is no better way to battle stress than to indulge in some awesome sex.” He kissed her lips then looked her in the eyes again. “And don’t worry about Chuck. He gets off by pleasing women.” “So you two have done this before?” “We’ve talked about it but never acted on it. I’ve got a feeling the time is now and it’s going to mean so much. To the both of us. It will be special.” He pulled her down for a kiss again. “I really like you, Amy. I want to get to know all about you. Spend much more time with you,” he said, his lips moving over hers, the words spoken against her mouth. She slid her arm around his neck. “And I like you, Jeff. I so want you.” She did. She liked him a lot. After thinking about him the last few days, she had a full-fledged crush. And it looked like the crush was going to be consummated very soon. Not only consummated, but solidified into something much more.

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“Jeff, can you get her prepared? I don’t want to use any of these instruments on her unless she’s fully ready for it,” Chuck said, still standing at the table with a tube of cream in his hand. “Talk to me, Jeff,” Amanda said. “Please.” A grin lit his face. “Take your panties off, baby,” he said, sliding a hot hand between her thighs and wriggling his fingers. “Bare that sweet, round ass of yours so Chuck can drool over what’s going to be mine.” Mine. She liked the sound of that word when he said it. Amanda stood and lifted her skirt high enough to hook her thumbs into the waistband of her panties. Slowly, she moved the panties down her legs, her eyes locked on Jeff’s, her insides so hot even the air she breathed felt searing. “God damn, look at that,” Chuck said from behind her when she bent at the waist to push her panties lower. She felt him lift her skirt up over her bottom, and then he smoothed his hands over both globes of her ass, the calluses on the surface of his fingers from driving big rigs sending delicious sensations up her spine. Parting her lips, she shivered, steadying herself by placing each hand on an arm of the chair Jeff was sitting in. He leaned forward and kissed her, his hands clasping her wrists, holding her in place. “This looks like a good position, Amy. I love the view from here. What do you think, Jeff?” Chuck ran his fingertips over her ass again. She moaned into Jeff’s mouth, gripping the arms of the chair tighter, her tongue dueling with his for a moment before she struggled to suck in a breath. Jeff smiled against her lips and broke the kiss. “We can start with this, yeah. Undo the back of that blouse there, would you?” he asked Chuck. To her, he said, “Step out of those panties, baby, but leave the heels on. Let’s get this thing started.” Amanda’s arms trembled when she lifted first one foot, then the other, stepping out of her panties then kicking them to the side.


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Chuck’s fingers worked at the tie of her blouse at her back. The blouse loosened, falling open. “Nice,” Jeff said, releasing her wrists and cupping both breasts in his hands. He used his thumbs and pulled the half-cups down. Her breasts popped free above the lacey material, the underwires and material of the bra lifting them high. Jeff blew a hot breath over her nipples then rolled them between his fingers. Hot flashes of heat shot to the back of her tongue, and she straightened her arms, her fingers still gripping the arms of the chair. Her back arched, and she widened her stance instinctively. Her high heels caused her ass to hike up high, giving Chuck the full view of her secret place. “Oh, baby,” Chuck said, slipping one hand between her thighs. His fingers spread her mound and captured her clit, his rough calluses rubbing lightly over her pleasure bud. “I don’t think she needs any preparing. She’s nice and hot and wet. Damn.” “Are you ready, Amy?” Jeff asked, looking into her eyes, tweaking her nipples. Their voices, the way they talked to her, was driving her insane. Heat coiled through her. Her skin felt as if it were on fire, her throat parched. Sweat beaded on her brow, anticipation making her legs quiver with need. “Oh God, yes,” she breathed. Jeff chuckled and reached for something on the table beside him. He drew a tube of cream closer, opening it and squeezing some into the palm of his hand. “Let’s see if this Rock Hard Candy cream can keep those luscious nipples of yours nice and puckered for me to suck,” he said, his voice low. Rubbing his palms together, he then cupped both her breasts and began to massage the cream into them. A tingling began, and her nipples tightened. She moaned, trying to arch her back even more. The scent of vanilla wafted up from her chest. “Mmm,” Jeff murmured. “Good enough to eat.” He leaned forward and captured her left nipple in his mouth and began to suck.

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Lightning shot from his hot mouth, his lips firmly secured around her needy nipple, sending fire to her very soul. “Ahhh,” she moaned, pressing forward. Fingers parted the globes of her ass. She jerked her head back, the first touch of a cool, slick dildo coming in contact with the hot, wet flesh of her pussy lips making her tummy clench. Chuck leaned forward just a bit, placing one hot hand on the small of her back. “Here it comes, baby.” Then he slid the slick dildo inside, inching deeper and deeper, until she felt it bump against her cervix. She let out a guttural moan. Jeff’s mouth worked her nipple, his fingers rolling and tweaking the other. Chuck slowly slid the dildo back and then began a thrusting rhythm, fucking her with the thick shaft, her pussy stretching to take the quickly warming instrument as deep as possible. Chuck’s hand pressing down on the small of her back caused her to cock her ass up and high, putting her pussy at just the right angle so that every time Chuck inserted it, the thick shaft rubbed against her sweetest spot. Amanda began to feel it, the release, coming from deep inside, from somewhere deeper than she’d ever known. She began to move, thrusting her ass back, meeting Chuck’s every stroke with the dildo, her breasts bouncing. Jeff moaned, her nipple popping out of his mouth with her movements. He grasped her breasts, pinching both nipples. “That’s it, baby. Lose yourself. Let yourself go. Let us see you come.” A shiver ran through her, her eyes locked on his. Then she came. “Oh, oh, oh my God!” Her pussy clenched just as Chuck thrust the dildo deep inside, filling her. She threw her head back and groaned, Chuck holding the electric blue shaft deep, wiggling it, sending her even higher. She heard Jeff chuckle, and then his hands grabbed her waist and he stood, straightening her with him. She convulsed, her throat tight when she tried to swallow, then Jeff’s mouth was on hers, his tongue diving deep inside as he straightened her, pressing her back against Chuck. Chuck removed the dildo, wrapping his hands around


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her hips and helping to hold her while she rode the wave of pure pleasure and slowly came down. Jeff pulled back a bit, allowing her to catch her breath while raining light kisses over her face. “That was beautiful,” Jeff said. “Absolutely beautiful. Wish you could have seen the look on her face, Chuck.” “I will,” Chuck said, his voice more gravelly than before. “Give her a minute to catch her breath, and then it’s my turn in front.” Amanda’s face was hot, the pure, animalistic release she’d just felt leaving her wanting even more. She was weak from the pulses of pleasure though. “I need to sit down.” Strong hands moved her to the side, then picked her up and placed her sitting on the edge of the conference table. She leaned back, bracing herself on her hands, the table cool against her palms. “I must look a sight,” she said. But unlike her normal worries about how she looked, she felt very comfortable leaning back on this conference table, her breasts exposed, her skirt hiked up to her hips with no panties to speak of. “You are a sight,” Chuck said, moving to stand in front of her. With one hand, he moved her left leg over so he could stand between her legs. “You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” He placed a hand on each thigh. Heat rushed into her face yet again. Chuck’s gaze was hot and intense. She could tell from the bulge at the front of his jeans he was turned on. Jeff sat down on the edge of the table beside her. “I think we’ll be buying a couple of things,” he said, stroking one hand down her arm. “How are you feeling? Okay?” She nodded. She felt extremely okay. Throwing caution to the wind, she sat up and kissed Jeff, swiping her tongue across his lips before leaning back to look into his eyes. “I feel wonderful.” “It feels good to allow the real you to come out, doesn’t it?” Jeff asked, a smile playing over his lips.

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Amanda nodded. “It does. It really does.” She couldn’t believe how absolutely free she felt, how relaxed. She turned her attention to the burly, gravel-voiced man standing between her legs. “Um, Chuck, thank you, too.” “You don’t have to thank me. You just let me know when you’re ready to go again.” His large hands kneaded the flesh of her thighs, working their way up from just above her knee to the apex of her legs. She caught her bottom lip between her teeth and lowered her upper body down until she was propped on her elbows. Her breasts felt full and tight, her nipples hard little pebbles. She hadn’t realized a cream meant to keep a man hard would also work to sensitize a woman’s breasts. It felt awesome. Amanda sucked in a quick breath and bit down on her bottom lip when Chuck’s thumbs brushed over her clit. She spread her legs wider in invitation, the fabric of her skirt straining up around her hips. The cool surface of the table beneath her ass was beginning to become slick with her juices. Chuck didn’t need any other form of invitation. “Scoot back a little,” he said, grasping her by the ankles. Her feet had been dangling over the edge of the table, but now he wanted her to scoot further in the middle? She wasn’t sure what he had in mind, but when she glanced at Jeff, he nodded and winked. Once Chuck had her where he wanted her, he bent at the waist, propping his elbows on the table, and looked up at her from between her knees. His hands came around her legs and hooked over her thighs. Then he pulled, scooting her directly in front of his face. “Feet on my shoulders,” he ordered, his voice deep and rumbling. She swallowed and did as she was told. He stretched his fingers over her thighs, his arms coming around from underneath hugging her legs, and spread the cleft in her mound open, revealing the pearl at her center. Chuck didn’t dawdle. He lowered his head and closed his lips over her swollen clit, sucking and


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flicking her pearl with his tongue, all the while groaning deep in his throat with delight. Amanda gasped, her hips jerking up, her cream flowing freely and wetting the table beneath her. “Argh!” she cried when Chuck’s teeth scraped her swollen bud, the pleasure-pain almost sending her over the edge to orgasm oblivion. She watched him through lowered lashes. He was devouring her pussy, making love to her with his mouth. She lowered her head, resting her chin on her chest, and breathed through parted lips, giving herself over to nothing but sensation. No thought, no shame. Pure unadulterated passion. This felt so good, felt like heaven. Heat coiled and swirled through her. Her legs began to quiver. She was close, so close. Amanda began to move her hips, undulating beneath his lashing tongue and hungry mouth. Jeff leaned on the table, close to her ear, and ran his hand over her breasts. Each time he tweaked one of her nipples, she sucked in a sharp breath but didn’t stop her hip movement. She gave her body over to pure impulse and abandon, reveling in it. “Come, Amy, come,” Jeff whispered in her ear, his voice like warm honey. Chuck chose that moment to shift one hand from her thigh and inserted two rough fingers into her pussy. Fingers thrust, mouth sucked, tongue flicked. Jeff’s mouth closed over her tight nipple, teeth nipping, and Amanda’s world exploded in a heat wave of lightning strikes, pleasure bursting in almost every nerve ending of her body. “Mmm, God,” she moaned, bucking up against Chuck’s mouth. Jeff leaned down and captured her lips in a kiss when Chuck stood and left her to come down from her high. She snaked her arm around Jeff’s neck, drawing his breath into her body, deepening the slow, wet kiss until they had to come up for air. “Come home with us,” Jeff said, pinning her with his hazel gaze. She nodded, running her fingers through his hair. “Take me there. Take me home.”

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**** Twenty-five minutes later, Chuck unlocked the kitchen door and held it open for Amy and Jeff, who followed him inside. He closed and locked the door behind them, knowing they’d be staying in for the rest of the night. He turned and watched as Amy lifted a bottle of water to her lips, tipped her head back, and drank, her kiss-swollen lips circled around the opening of the bottle in a pretty pout. “Jeff, buddy, I think we’ve found our girl,” Chuck said, a sense of happiness filling his gut. “What do you think, Amy? Think you could put up with us?” Chuck’s stomach tightened, waiting for her answer. She cocked her head and moved to stand in front of him. “You and Jeff come as a pair?” she asked sweetly. God, he wanted to just snatch her up and crush her to his chest. “We’d sort of like to be your lovers. You know, like a set. Besides, a lot of the time I’ll be on the road, and from past experience I know my girl will get lonely.” He stroked her cheek with the back of his fingers, marveling at the softness of her skin. “This way, I won’t have to worry ’cause I know my best bud will be standing in for me.” She turned her head and lightly kissed his fingers. “I don’t know. I may need more convincing about the benefits of a ménage relationship.” Grinning, Chuck wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted. She laughed, the sound like bells in his ears. “Did you know our shower is big enough for three?” he asked, carrying her down the hallway toward the bathroom. “Yes, I do know,” she said, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck. Chuck laughed. “I figured, since Jeff told me he brought you home from Spanky’s the other night. We were hoping one of us would run into you again. Never figured it would be at a Secret


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Weapons party.” He glanced back over his shoulder. “Come on, Jeff, this woman of ours needs some convincing.” Chuck shouldered the bathroom door open. Within minutes, the three of them stood in the shower, Amy wedged between them beneath the steamy spray. Chuck was hard, his cock poking at her belly while he lathered her full breasts with soap. She stood facing him, unashamed, her arms raised and hands locked behind her neck as she allowed them to lavish her body with lather and slick touches. Chuck watched her eyes begin to darken with lust as he slowly drew circles around her nipples with his thumbs. She lowered her arms, placing her hands on his shoulders, her smoky gaze locked on his. “Want something?” he asked, his cock so hard he thought the skin was about to split. “Fuck me,” she said, her voice deep and husky. She looked like a true sex kitten, glistening wet beneath the shower spray. He couldn’t wait to be inside her and feel some of that heat. “Brace her, Jeff,” he said, parking his hands on her waist and bending his knees just enough to slip his cock between her legs. She spread her feet wider and leaned back against Jeff, who brought his hands around her and cupped her breasts, lifting them. Chuck couldn’t help himself. Before he entered that sweet pussy, he took one tight, rosy nipple into his mouth, Jeff’s hand holding her breast high enough for him to suck longingly on the slick, wet mound. She moaned and ran her hands over his head. With a groan, he released her nipple, and using one hand, rubbed the head of his cock against her opening. She cocked her hips forward, hands resting on his shoulders. “Please…” With one strong thrust, he buried his shaft inside her tight heat. A sizzle ran straight from his balls up his spine. “Oh yeah,” he said, gripping her waist tightly. He began to move. In and out, the heat between them building, Chuck gritted his teeth. Jeff held her, toying

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Chapter Four Amanda, now used to being called “Amy,” wrapped herself in the blanket Jeff had given her and tucked her feet beneath her as she lowered herself to the couch. Chuck and Jeff were in the kitchen throwing two pizzas in the oven. After their shower, the boys had dried her off tenderly and pulled a super large T-shirt over her head. Then Jeff had given her the blanket and told her to go relax on the couch and they would make her some food. She pulled the blanket tighter around her shoulders. She wasn’t cold. She just felt…cozy. Is this the sort of feeling her parents had? A nice little house, companionship, great sex—possibly love? A warmth began inside her, a feeling of contentment she hadn’t felt before. Jeff came into the living room, two plates covered in pizza in his hands. “Here you go,” he said, placing a plate on the coffee table in front of her. Chuck joined them, three bottles of beer in one large hand, his own plate of pizza in the other. He placed the beer on the coffee table beside the plates and sat down in the side chair to the left of Amy. Tipping his beer, he drank a long drink then sighed when he lowered the bottle from his mouth. “This is nice.” Amy smiled and reached for a bottle of beer. “It is nice.” Jeff sat back beside her, a plate of pizza in his lap. “Amy, Chuck and I have been talking. We’d really like to cement this relationship we have here.” He gazed at her. “I’ve done nothing but think about you since Monday, and I have to say…I have feelings for you. Strong feelings. I don’t know what it is about you, but I think this could turn into something like love.”

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Amy, no longer feeling like “Amanda,” lowered her bottle into her lap. “I’ve tried all my life to strive toward some other sort of life than like my parents had. That’s the reason I’m an executive secretary.” She raised one hand. “No, wait, I was an executive secretary. Meeting you, Jeff, changed something inside me. I’ve thought about you every other minute since I left here Monday night.” He smiled, his eyes warm and happy. “Then we really do have something happening here.” “We do,” she agreed. “But I–I like this thing between the three of us,” she said, waving a finger at all three of them. “Is this something we can continue and still have a relationship?” “What do you mean?” Jeff asked, a frown creasing his forehead. “I think she means can you and I share her and not cause a fuss about it,” Chuck chimed in. “Is that what you mean?” He looked at Amy. She nodded. “Exactly.” She leaned forward and placed the bottle back on the coffee table then took Jeff’s hand in her own. “Jeff, I feel something very strong for you. Very deeply. I like Chuck, but I think I’m falling in love with you. Don’t ask me how or why, but I am. I think this is the life I was meant for. Not the whole executive secretary, hair always perfect, and all that sort of life. This right here, this feels right. Feels comfortable. Am I making sense?” “Would you be happy living here, with us?” Jeff asked, his face serious. “We’re just two regular guys who want to please their woman. I want you to be that woman. I think Chuck agrees with me, too.” “I do. Yep,” Chuck said, nodding his head. “We don’t put on any masks, or any airs. We’re just us,” Jeff continued. “You can work wherever you want, do whatever you want. Just be here with us. Let us love you. Can you do that?” A rush of feeling poured over her like a wave. This is what life was meant to be. This feeling of belonging, of pure love of each other. She didn’t know if she loved Chuck, but she sure liked him a lot. Jeff


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was another matter. She had been falling for him all week long, and it hadn’t really hit her until tonight. This was special. This was something she didn’t want to regret taking a chance on. “I can do that. I’d love to be your girl, if you both with have me.” Jeff grinned widely. “Oh, baby, you have made me the happiest man in the world right now.” “Me, too,” Chuck said. “Let’s toast.” He raised his beer bottle. The three of them clinked bottles together and toasted their new relationship. “Now, eat your pizza,” Jeff said, handing her a plate. “You’ll need your strength because after we eat, the three of us are going to bed and going to cement this relationship by pleasuring you until you pass out from passion.” Amy bit into her pizza, grinning. Half an hour later, the three of them crawled into Jeff’s king-size bed, and Amy had never felt more loved than she did at that moment. She faced Jeff, her arm slung around his waist. Chuck spooned her from behind, his arm around her waist. It didn’t take long for the heat to begin to rise and hands to begin to explore. “Think you can take both of us?” Chuck asked from behind her, his voice rumbling over her ear. “Mmhmm,” she murmured, loving the way two different sets of hands roamed her body. “At the same time?” Chuck asked, kissing the side of her neck. “I’ve never tried that,” she whispered, her cream already beginning to wet her at the thought. “We’ll be gentle,” Jeff said, kissing her lips lightly. “Unless you don’t want us to be.” She kissed him softly, smiling against his lips. Her heart was full of emotion. She’d never felt this way before, and she wanted this to last forever. “Let’s see where it leads us.”

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Chuck reached around and took her chin in his hand, turning her head toward him as he leaned over her. “It will lead us all to heaven, I’m sure,” he said lowly, then captured her lips in with his. Heat rushed through her as hands and mouths tended to her body. The two men worked in tandem, positioning themselves on the bed. Without thinking, Amy let them guide her. Jeff moved beneath her and turned her so that she was lying on top of him, facing him. His hard shaft was cushioned between her legs, which she spread instinctively, rubbing her engorged clit over his shaft. “Mmm,” she breathed, sliding her tongue between his lips and tasting. He tasted of pizza and beer. And home. She felt Chuck move behind her, placing his fingers on her hips. “Lift up, baby,” he said. She raised up, not breaking the connection with Jeff’s mouth. Jeff’s hand slid between them, and he rubbed the head of his shaft over her clit. Amy shivered and groaned. Jeff found the opening to her wet pussy and inserted his cock an inch. A hand on her back, Chuck’s, eased her down onto Jeff’s hot cock, and she settled herself to the hilt. He filled her, making her feel whole. Chuck’s hands moved over her back, guiding her to lower her upper body slightly, causing her ass to rise higher. “I’m going to prepare you now, baby,” Chuck said. Then she felt his fingers, slick with a creamy substance, slide between the cleft of her ass. She gasped, pulling from Jeff’s mouth, when Chuck tickled her anus then slowly inserted the tip of his finger. She caught the scent of cinnamon just when the slick lubricant began to warm. She thought she knew what it was, a lubricant called “Spicy Candy.” It was a warming gel, meant to help a man slip into tight places. Heat soared up her spine as his finger drove deeper, carefully stretching her secret place. Jeff began to move beneath her, stroking his shaft into her pussy. The position caused the thick heft of it at the base to massage her


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needy clit, deepening the heat that was coiling like lazy tendrils of smoke inside her. Chuck inserted another finger, stretching her even more from behind. “Oh my…” she breathed, closing her eyes. Chuck stroked in and out, lubricating her fully. Then she felt him place the head of his shaft against her anus. “This may hurt just a little,” he said. “Tell me if it hurts too much.” With Jeff moving in and out of her pussy, her breasts bouncing and scraping against his chest, she caught her bottom lip between her teeth and breathed in, trying to relax her body. Chuck pressed against the tight opening, slowly entering her most secret spot. As he inched inside, his hands holding her hips in place, she dropped her head to rest her forehead against Jeff’s. “Oh yes,” she groaned. “Fill me up, boys.” With a groan from behind her, Chuck eased himself down to the base of his shaft. Jeff thrust upward, completing the feeling of fullness inside. “I–I’m going to come,” she whimpered, clutching the sheet in her fists. The two men began to move, thrusting in, easing out, fucking her in pussy and ass, the friction driving her to the brink of madness. “Ohhh,” she breathed, her arms shaking. “Harder. Please harder. Fuck me.” “God, you’re beautiful,” Jeff said, grabbing her breasts as they bounced, rubbing his thumbs over her nipples. Tension tightened inside her. She was being rammed from behind, impaled from below, and her body, now coated with a sheen of sweat, loved it. Reveled in it. Took them to the hilt and wanted more. Sparks flashed behind her eyelids like tiny fireworks. The sound of two cocks moving in and out of her hot wetness joined the soft sighs and guttural groans.

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“Sweet Jesus!” The orgasm caused her to convulse, her back arching with the effort to come, her cream flowing, her head thrashing wildly. Both men buried themselves inside her, her world now complete as they both came at the same time, their hot seed spilling into her pussy and her ass. “Oh God…” she said, her orgasm beginning to quiet though her body still spasmed and milked the two men from inside. But she soon found out they weren’t finished with her. Chuck slid out from behind her. Jeff pulled her down on top of his chest, circling her in his arms. He rolled over, placing her on her back, then moved to her side. Brushing her hair out of her face, he kissed her. “I do love you, you know that?” he asked, stroking her cheek. She licked her dry lips. “I love you, too.” And she did. She felt it deep in her soul. “And I’m going to love you just a little bit more,” Chuck said, moving to lie on her right side. He touched her thigh, signaling her to spread her legs. Amy glanced at him, and he smiled. She moved her legs apart as he asked and was treated to a cool, lubed dildo kissing her sensitized clit with its head as Chuck tested it on her. She shivered in delight. Jeff caught her by the chin and turned her head, kissing her deeply. Chuck inserted the electric blue dildo into her pussy and began to slowly fuck her with it, nice and gentle, letting her set the pace. Amy wrapped her arms around Jeff’s neck, sampling his mouth as she began to move her hips, thrusting up to meet Chuck’s every stroke. Chuck leaned close to her ear. “I know you like my voice,” he said, keeping his voice low and rumbling just the way she liked it. “So I’m going to talk you to orgasm, Amy. Use that sweet, tight pussy of yours to clutch onto this dildo. Move, Amy. Fuck it. Just like we just fucked you. In your pussy and in your ass. You have such a tight honey of an ass. I can’t wait to dive in there again.”


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His words rolled over her in waves. Her breath was coming in huge deep gasps, her mouth working to devour Jeff’s mouth. This time, the orgasm rolled over her like a warm ocean wave. She caught her breath, little jerks of pleasure causing her to shake. “She’s coming. Damn, look at her, Chuck,” Jeff said, moving away from her mouth, allowing her to get some air. “I can see heaven in her eyes. Pure heaven,” Chuck said, leaning over to gaze into her eyes. And that’s exactly where she was…pure heaven.

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Chapter Five “Finally! Where have you been all weekend?” Jackie’s voice was slightly scolding but still good-natured on the other end of the phone. Amy smiled. “I’ve been very busy. Sorry I didn’t call.” “Well, I was worried about you. I called your cell like fourteen times.” “I know. I was going to call you when I got off work and see if you wanted to go to Spanky’s tonight.” Amy bit her lip. She should have called Jackie. Jackie had almost blown up Amy’s cell phone over the weekend, but Amy wasn’t quite ready to explain herself. It was going to take quite a bit of explaining. “Sure, I’m up for Spanky’s. Want me to pick you up?” Jackie asked. “No, that’s okay. Someone is already picking me up. I’ll meet you there in half an hour, okay?” “I’ll be there.” Jackie hung up. Amy let out a huge sigh. Time to let Jackie know who Amanda really is. Amy glanced at the clock. Another half an hour and she could leave. She was looking forward to some Monday night Madness down at Spanky’s tonight. It was Chuck’s last night home for a while and they all wanted to spend some quality fun time together before he left. He’d be gone for two weeks on a long haul, but Jeff would be home so she wouldn’t be lonely. Home. That word had a different meaning for her now. She and her two lovers had spent the weekend not only enjoying each other and their


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new relationship but also moving her things from her sterile apartment into Jeff and Chuck’s cozy home. The small house really did feel like home to her now. Remembering the time when she was young and her parents lived in a little ranch-style home with her gave her good memories. She’d forgotten how good and loving that home had been. True, her parents had worked hard and had paid the price for it, dying early from the struggle of raising her and keeping their home as loving as possible, but it had been worth it in the long run. Her parents had given her everything a young girl could possibly need and more. They had paid for college, helped her with a car and the clothes she needed to pursue her vision of being an executive secretary, and possibly even more than that. They never questioned her about not wanting to lead the sort of life they had led, never once asked why she may have thought it wasn’t good enough. Amy loved them for that. And now she understood what a love like that could mean. It meant feeling like she was home. Warm, cozy…loved for who she really was and not who she was trying to be. She had thought working at Secret Weapons was something to be ashamed of, but it had turned out to be the best thing that had ever happened in her life. Meeting Jeff, learning how much love could change things, and having Chuck as a true friend who would surely turn out to be much, much more than just a friend, had turned her life completely upside down. But it was a good thing. Amy no longer had to strive to keep the mask in place, the mask she wore to impress everyone with how “respectable and upscale” she was. She didn’t have to wear that mask any longer. She could be who her heart told her to be. She could be herself. Gathering her things together, Amy pulled her purse from under her desk to get ready to head to Spanky’s and meet Jeff and Chuck. She’d come to work today at Secret Weapons, rested and comfortably dressed in jeans and a flowing white blouse instead of her usual

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business-style clothes. This felt good. Her hair was down and slightly tousled. Better go run a brush through it before she left. She rose to head for the bathroom. Thirty minutes later, Amy walked into Spanky’s arm in arm with Jeff. The place wasn’t as busy as usual on a Monday Madness night, but that was good because Amy wanted to talk to Jackie and not have to yell to be heard. They made their way to the bar and took a seat beside each other. Amy parked her purse on the barstool beside her, saving it for Jackie. “How soon will Chuck get here?” Amy asked Jeff after he had ordered them two drafts. “He said he’d be here at eight. He wanted to get packed and ready to shove off in the morning. That way he’d have all evening to spend with us.” Jeff leaned over gave her a quick peck on the cheek. “See your friend here yet?” She shook her head, scanning the patrons of the bar. No Jackie. “I don’t see her yet.” The bartender delivered their glasses of draft, and Jeff scooted hers toward her. “She’ll show up. Don’t worry.” Amy took a sip of her draft, loving the biting tickle of the golden liquid on her tongue. “I know,” she said, replacing the glass on the bar. “I’m just a little nervous about telling her about, well, me.” Jeff patted her thigh. “Nothing to be nervous about. If she’s really your friend, she’ll understand just what you were trying to do by being the ‘high class’ woman instead of the hometown girl you really are.” Amy picked up her glass and turned toward the door to watch for Jackie. It didn’t take long. Five minutes later, Jackie came through the door, dressed as usual in a skirt and blouse and of course, high heels. Amy smiled and waved her over. “Whew! What a day,” Jackie said, picking up Amy’s purse and setting it on the bar then sliding onto the stool. She signaled the


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bartender to bring her a draft. Turning to Amy, she said, “So, where the heck have you been all weekend?” Amy glanced at Jeff. He nodded, picked up his beer, and slid off the stool, moving toward the pool table. She looked back at Jackie. “Well, I’ve got a few things to tell you.” Jackie turned sideways and crossed her legs, ready to listen. “So, talk.” Amy drew in a steadying breath. “Jackie, I’m not who you think I am.” “What are you then? An FBI agent?” Jackie grinned. “That would be so cool.” Amy laughed. “No, no. Listen, I don’t work as an executive secretary. Not anymore.” “Where do you work?” A frown crossed Jackie’s forehead, and she took a sip of her draft that bartender placed in front of her. Straightening on the stool, Amy looked her in the eye. “I work for a company called Secret Weapons. They sell…adult toys. Geared toward men.” “W–what?” “I lost my secretarial job, and I took this job, scheduling parties and making catalog sales for an adult toy company, because I needed to pay my rent. It was either that or not eat. My rent on my apartment was so high, I just had to do something.” She rubbed her palm on the leg of her jeans, nervousness making her palms sweat. Jackie cocked her head, her lips tightening into a thin line, then looked away. Her hand toyed with her beer glass, stroking it. “Jackie?” Amy reached over and touched her arm. The other woman turned to look at her. “Why didn’t you tell me?” Amy looked into her friend’s eyes and realized she was hurt. “I’m sorry. I should have told you. I was just, I don’t know, embarrassed I guess.” “Why would you be embarrassed? I don’t understand. I thought we were friends.”

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“We are!” Amy clutched Jackie’s leg just above her knee. “You are my best girlfriend.” “Then you should have told me. We have been friends for years. What makes you think you losing your job would change that?” Jackie pinned her with a look. “I guess I should have known it wouldn’t matter to you. But working as a saleswoman for adult toys, what do you think of that?” Jackie shook her head. “I don’t know what to think. Adult toys. For men?” Amy nodded. “Yes.” After a moment, Jackie chuckled. “Well, who’d have thought.” She looked at Amy. “I don’t care what you do for a living, really. So, is there really a market for that stuff? Men buy it?” Taking a sip of her draft, Amy wet her throat before she continued. “Yes, there is a market for it. You’d be surprised how many men actually buy toys to please their women with.” “I’d like to find a guy who would actually buy toys to please me with,” Jackie said, tapping herself on the chest with a well-manicured finger. An arm slid around Amy’s waist, and before she could say anything, a very male mouth captured hers in a wet kiss. She closed her eyes and breathed in the scent of Chuck’s cologne. Straightening, Chuck winked at her. “Hello, baby.” “Hi, Chuck. Listen, Jeff’s over there.” She pointed toward the pool table where Jeff was bending over with a cue getting ready to take a shot. “Would you mind joining him for a few moments while I talk to my friend here?” Chuck looked at Jackie, smiled, then turned back to Amy. “Don’t be long. Missed you today.” “I won’t be.” She smiled as Chuck nodded at Jackie and walked toward Jeff. Jackie kicked her shin.


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“Ow!” Amy reached down and rubbed the spot. “What was that for?” “It appears you haven’t told me everything about this past weekend.” Jackie raised an eyebrow. Amy drew in another breath. How was Jackie going to take the fact that she had moved in with not one, but two men? Time to find out. “That was Chuck. Chuck Sheets. He’s my new roommate.” Jackie let out a chuckle. “Looked like a bit more than just a roommate to me.” “He is, actually. So is Jeff over there. The one with the pool cue and the awesome ass.” She pointed to where Jeff was bending over and taking another shot. Pool balls cracked together. Jackie laughed out loud. “You can’t be serious.” Amy locked her gaze on her friend. “I’m very serious.” Slapping the bar with the palm of her hand, Jackie leaned forward. “Two roommates. Two male roommate.” She raised her hand, palm toward Amy. “Wait. Two male ‘more than’ roommates. How in the world did this happen without me knowing it? Two? Really?” “Really.” Amy looked over at her two men, emotion filling her heart. Then she looked back at Jackie. “Do you think I’m crazy?” Shaking her head, Jackie looked a little confused. “So, you’re telling me you moved in with those two men over there and that you’re more than roommates. With both of them?” Amy nodded. “Yes. Both of them.” “And they’re okay with that?” “Yes.” Jackie reached for her beer and took a long drink before looking back at Amy. “Is it ‘just for fun’ sex or what? Do you have a relationship? How can you have a relationship with two men?” “Let’s go outside,” Amy said, noticing that the bartender had decided to hover near her and Jackie, one ear turned toward them. “We can talk better out there with no prying ears.” She hooked a thumb toward the bartender.

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Jackie grabbed her purse. Amy did the same then waved at Jeff and Chuck, lifting a finger to let them know she’d be back in a few minutes. Once they were outside on the sidewalk, Jackie leaned against the side of the building and crossed her arms. “Give. What’s it like?” Amy began to explain. “Jeff and Chuck are two of the most wonderful, sensitive, loving men I’ve ever met. I met Jeff last Monday, here, at Spanky’s, and we spent the night together. Then, to my surprise, both of them had scheduled a Secret Weapons party for last Friday night. After thinking about Jeff all week long, I realized I had more than just a passing fixation on him.” She placed her hand on Jackie’s wrist. “I love him. I really do. It’s something that struck me so deeply in my soul it took me a week of thinking of him to realize it.” “Where does Chuck come in then?” Jackie’s look was serious, like she really wanted to know what Amy was feeling. “Chuck lives with Jeff. He was there, at the party on Friday night. One thing led to another, and well, we all ended up together that night.” “I’ve never known anyone to have sex with two men at once. And nobody got all jealous?” “No, they’re not jealous of each other. Jackie, I have to tell you, I’ve never felt so free in my life. I don’t have to put on a front for them. I don’t have to wear the mask of respectability. I can just be me and be happy with that. They’re happy with that.” “I don’t understand what in the world made you change so fast and so drastically. The Amanda I know is so respectable she squeaks.” Jackie shook her head. “What happened for you to just let go?” “Have you ever heard someone say their life changed in the blink of an eye? Well, it was sort of like that. When I met Jeff, my heel got caught on the footrest of a barstool in there and I almost fell into him. It was what some would say was fate. My life changed in that one


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moment. When he caught me in his arms, it was like he was saving the real me from the ‘me’ I was trying to be. He saved me from being a farce, from being who I wasn’t and helping me up to be who I really am. Am I making sense?” “Sort of, but you say he saved the ‘real’ you. What does that mean?” “I guess what I’m trying to say is that I’ve let the person who lives deep down inside come to the surface. No more inhibitions. No more hiding. That’s part of the reason I’m telling you now. I’m not embarrassed of that person, the real me, anymore.” “I’m beginning to understand now. It’s like living your fantasies without worrying what other people think, am I right?” Jackie looked at her almost wide-eyed. Amy chuckled. “It’s about living your life.” Jackie shrugged and parked her hands on her hips. “I got no problem with that.” “Still friends?” “Do you really need to ask me that question?” They both laughed and threw their arms around each other in a hug. Amy’s world was changing. So many possibilities were opening up before her. Not job opportunities but life opportunities. She had been missing out on so much by keeping herself so limited on her lifestyle. She had been forcing herself to live like a square peg being shoved into a triangular hole five sizes too small. “Hey, what’s going on here?” Jeff asked from behind Amy. Amy released her hold on Jackie, swiping at her eyes with her fingertips. “We’re just having some girl talk, that’s all.” Jeff turned her toward him, hands on her waist, and looked her in the eye. “Then why are you crying?” Amy laughed and patted his chest. “Happy tears, babe. Happy tears.” Chuck pushed through the door and joined them on the sidewalk. “What’s up? What’s going on? I thought we were celebrating.”

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Amy turned back toward Jackie, who was just standing there wide-eyed, like she was looking at a movie star or something. “Jackie, I want you to meet Jeff Robertson and Chuck Sheets, my…boyfriends.” She didn’t know any other way to describe them. She didn’t want to call them her “lovers” because they were more than that. Much more. Jackie smiled at them, coming out of her faux trance. “Nice to meet you.” “Hi, Jackie. Heard a lot about you,” Chuck said, grinning. “Nice to meet you, Jackie.” Jeff slid his arm around Amy’s waist then pressed his lips against her ear. “Ready to go home, baby?” Home. Warmth weaved through her like a lazy, sun-dappled river flowing slowly by. “Yes,” she said, reaching for Chuck’s hand while sliding her arm around Jeff’s waist and hooking her thumb in the belt loop of his jeans. She looked at Jackie. “I’ll talk to you later, okay?” Jackie raised an eyebrow. “Yes, we will. We still have a lot to talk about.” Amy laughed again and looked up at Jeff, remembering the stash of Secret Weapons that were waiting for them at home. The slow, comfortable warmth that had filled her moments ago began to ignite into the raging heat she knew only these two men could extinguish. “Yes, I’m ready. Let’s go home.”

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR Christelle Mirin loves a good story. Her love of reading led to her writing career. She writes every chance she gets, including carrying a notebook along with her to her regular job just so she can jot down notes and plot lines. Christelle lives in Ohio with her husband, son, two dogs and once in a while, her grand-dog. She has two daughters who live in nearby states and one grand-daughter who she loves dearly. Living along a river, Christelle’s family enjoys the water, whether boating, jet skiing or just sitting on the bank and relaxing. To learn more about Christelle and her works in progress, visit her website at www.christellemirin.webs.com and find out more. There you’ll see some personal photos, learn what she’s working on and while there, be sure to visit her blog.

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