Wicked Intentions

WICKED INTENTIONS

Tuesday Morrigan

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Wicked Intentions Tuesday Morrigan This e-book is a work of fiction. While reference might be made to actual historical events or existing locations, the names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Copyright © December 2007 by Tuesday Morrigan All rights reserved. This copy is intended for the purchaser of this e-book ONLY. No part of this e-book may be reproduced or shared in any form, including, but not limited to printing, photocopying, faxing, or emailing without prior written permission from Loose Id LLC.

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Prologue: Moonlight Sonata

Olivia stood in the enclave, surrounded by the lush greenery. She took a deep breath and drank in the rich scent of evergreens, crisp air, and hot determination. Or was that desire? She pushed aside the wayward thought as she took a slow, menacing step to her left, foot digging into the dirt with careful calculation. She could not let her prey know she was hunting them until she was ready. She made her way around the building’s perimeter and found the dirt-streaked glass window she’d unlatched earlier. It was nearly twenty feet above her head. A cool burst of northeastern wind blew over her. Her preternatural abilities forced her to feel the cold more. It also gave her the strength to handle the blinding bluster with a simple blink of her eyes. The window groaned, losing its battle with the strong gust, and swung back and forth. An eerie stream of fluorescent moonlight surrounded her and for one second, just one, she closed her eyes and drank in the quiet of the night. Her eyes opened as her canines descended with knowledge of the coming battle, and her nails lengthened, becoming talons. A mere second later she jumped through the softly swinging glass portal. The claws she’d used to climb the brick wall were still unsheathed when her feet landed on the concrete. In

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the darker than night building, her vampiric eyes saw what humans could not. Her gaze took in the endless row of boxes carrying the latest high priced entertainment products, the dust mites that fluttered through the air, and the tall, broad, naked back of the werewolf who calmly strode through the aisles, clipboard in hand. Her werewolf rat had been right on the money. The pack was getting ready to move all the illegally purchased electronics in their possession out of the area. If she had waited one more night she would have been shit out of luck. And even though the air of urgency was around her, Olivia stood for a moment, taking in the beauty of his golden flesh, gleaming with sweat, smeared with dirt. He turned and peered at the words written on one of the boxes and she caught a whiff of musk and sandalwood. Passion pooled in her gut and moisture dampened her panties. And it wasn’t the passion for the hunt. She tried to tell herself it was blood passion that swam inside her veins. But even the allure of drinking from another preternatural being, a werewolf, could not explain the depths of her desire. She took a step forward, but too late she realized the werewolf in front of her wasn’t the only male in the building. She hadn’t scented him because he exuded the same perfume of the man in front of her. She’d been tricked. It was her last thought as something pierced her carotid artery and sleep chased her into a murky darkness that promised oblivion. Olivia woke the moment the ice cold water hit her skin, drowning her in the frigid pain as every inch of her flesh shrieked out in outrage. With a jolt she realized they had removed her first layer of clothing. She sat in front of the two werewolves wearing only her bra and panties. She glared up at the darker of the two, the one still holding the pail. “Werewolf scum, if you tell me where you hid the treasures you stole, I won’t skin you alive.”

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Before striding over to her, he slowly reached up and placed the empty pail on top of one of the many boxes crowding in on them. He stopped several feet way from her. Still, she tried to kick out and take out one, maybe even both, testicles. She growled low and deep, a ferocious sound more fitting one of his kind, when she found her leg wouldn’t move despite the fact she’d put all her strength into the act. His gaze caught hers. The mirth swimming in his soft, velvety brown eyes rocked her to the core. She lunged at him, pushing her whole body toward the grinning bastard. And didn’t move an inch. “Our scientists have been working on this for weeks now. We tested it out on our strongest males. Consider yourself lucky, vampiress. You are the first field test.” Understanding slammed through her even though she kept her face free of all emotions. She was bound, helpless, and at the mercy of the very werewolf males she had been sent to kill. “Kill me now and save us all the time. I will not tell you what you want to know.” The second man, the taller of the two, moved forward, standing closer to her than his counterpart had dared. “Why would we want to kill you, lovely Libby, when we’ve got such wicked plans for that voluptuous body of yours?” Her tongue thickened as her blood became molten lava. “A fate worse than death,” she said through clenched teeth. The first man, the Alpha, moved forward. “You mistake us for cubs, Olivia. We know the scent of a female’s desire. You will beg us, Olivia, but not for death or even for your release. When we are done with you, you will come at our command. Then we will see who will talk about treasures stolen.” One talon appeared directly in her gaze. The Alpha moved forward and she watched his every step. Her intentions must have been written on her face. She lunged toward him, canines descended, ready to rip his throat out, but the Beta held her by the hair.

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Olivia wasn’t able to do anything more than watch as he tore the straps of her bra. The sodden, molded cups fell to reveal her aching breasts. She sucked in a deep breath when one sharp nail traced the circle of her dark, puckered areola. “Now, vampire wench, are you going to tell us what we want to know or…” Ring. Ring. Riinnnnnnnnggggg! Olivia’s eyes popped open in dismay even as she reached for the bedside phone. She’d dreamed of them again. As usual, she’d been caught totally off guard by the reverie. She’d stopped watching television late at night because of the dreams it had inspired. Romance novels had gone the way of late night television when she’d started dreaming about dukes, pirates, and dark haired sheiks. No matter their title or location, she always dreamed about the same two men. Stupid books! Now she could add paranormals to the list. As she placed the phone to her ear she realized her other hand was between her thighs. And it was coated with her cream. Damn! She was getting worse. If this kept up she was going to have to see a therapist. Or worse…go on a date.

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Chapter One: Resolutions

Despite the fact that Olivia saw them the moment they stepped from their car, she felt her heart lurch, sweat bead her forehead, and heat pool low in her gut as she watched Yano make his way to her. She turned rapidly when she noticed that he was watching her watch him. And she almost tripped over her own platform shod feet. Olivia caught herself at the last moment, grabbing the granite tabletop just as Yano pulled open the etched glass door and let in the cold winter air. Her gaze caught his, deep brown eyes colliding with a deep emerald gaze. A frisson of heat sliced through her limbs as she looked him over from his windswept amethyst streaked midnight hair to his Italian loafers. And the six feet of hard body male in between. Yano gave her a slow, smoldering smile and made his way to her. She watched his every gliding step as he ate up the chasm that separated them. “Hello, Libby.” With his soft accent he fairly sang her name, making it sound sexy, almost decadent. She gave him a tenuous smile, trying hard not to let the intoxicating effect of his presence show on her face. It was always this way with him. She blamed her reaction

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entirely on his beauty. Yano McKinnley was blessed with high, sculpted cheekbones, creamy ivory skin, and almond eyes from his half Caucasian, half Japanese mother. His Irish father had gifted him a tall, long limbed body, and the prettiest green eyes Olivia had ever had the pleasure of gazing into. The painter was a work of art himself. “Good to see you again, Yano.” She looked up as the door opened in front of them. Diego stepped into the art gallery. Another piece of God’s best work, she thought as she looked over the man in the doorway. From his head to his feet, Diego was the epitome of masculine beauty with dark, almost onyx hair brushing against his shoulders in the most seductive caress, heavy lidded brown eyes that reminded her of the most expensive dark chocolate, and the most kissable, full lips. But it was both men’s personalities that really got to her. They cared…about her. She knew they considered her to be their friend. And if she didn’t know better she’d swear they were honestly, trying-to-get-in-her-pants flirting with her half the time. But Olivia knew better. She was short, dark-skinned, and plus-sized. She could never compete with the models that flew themselves at the duo. Diego’s dark espresso gaze roamed over the two of them, spending a nerve-racking amount of time on her face. Olivia gave him a smile that she knew didn’t quite reach her eyes. The Boys from Brazil had that effect on her. She’d worked in the gallery for more than ten years, worked with more notorious and famous artists than she could number, but the Boys from Brazil had gotten under her skin the moment she first spotted the artist duo. Olivia hadn’t been the same since. She grabbed the stack of paper lying on the table and pulled it to her double breasted houndstooth jacket. Diego reached her and wrapped his strong, corded arms around her

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shoulders and pulled her hard against his chest. Breath left her lungs on impact as fire surged in her veins. She took a deep breath and drank in the distinct scent of Diego Lama. She couldn’t help closing her eyes and sinking into the warmth of his embrace. “I did not receive such a welcome.” Her eyes snapped open and caught Yano’s mischief filled gaze. His lush mouth spread into a full, white smile, and he winked at Olivia as Diego stepped away from her. “My turn,” he growled as his arms enveloped her waist. Instead of simply hugging her, Yano lifted her in a bear hug and kissed her shocked mouth. “Much better,” he whispered as he set Olivia on her feet. Olivia straightened her jacket and took a deep, calming breath before looking up at the man beside her. Before she could get her thoughts together Diego voiced them. “That wasn’t very professional,” he fairly barked at Yano. Olivia blinked at the rough tone. It was one of the few times she had seen cool, calm, collected Diego show any emotion. It was jarring to say the least. “Would you like to see the exhibit?” she said slowly as she looked behind the duo. She arranged and rearranged the files in her hand before placing them on the front desk. Olivia couldn’t bring herself to look at either man. She still needed time to leash her raging hormones. Not that the men would have noticed. They only had eyes for each other. Yano grabbed one arm and pulled her to him. “Come, Libby, and show me how you have made our dismal paintings beautiful.” Diego stepped beside her. Olivia felt caged by their masculinity. It was a heady and invigorating feeling. She walked them through the gallery, trying not to pay attention to the small touches and caresses that brushed her exposed skin.

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Touches and caresses from both Yano and Diego. By the time they reached the front of the gallery, Olivia was barely keeping herself from coming right then and there as she stood between the two men. “How was your Christmas, Libby?” Olivia turned to Yano, the only man who had ever called her by a nickname. “It was nice. Quiet.” “Quiet? Christmas should never be quiet.” Tendrils of heat snaked down her spine at Diego’s words. Something in his tone told her he was talking about cold nights under warm sheets doing wicked, naughty things. She’d never had a Christmas like that.

And probably never will. Yano lifted his gaze high. She followed his trail and gasped when she found what he was looking at. She stared blankly at the sprig trying to figure out when her assistant had strung mistletoe around the gallery. “I suppose it is still Christmas in here, no?” She licked her parched lips and swallowed thickly. “Well --” Yano spoke, cutting her off before she could say anything more. “You owe us both a kiss. Is that not the tradition?” She gave a soft laugh and started to turn, but something in both their gazes caught her, held her immobile. “I…” She snapped her mouth shut when she realized she was about to start stuttering. No man made her stutter. Olivia’s one, saving grace was her ability to always know what to say.

But we’re talking about two men, her mind said softly. As if she had forgotten about them…

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Diego took a step forward. Her eyes widened as the soft, sandalwood scent of his masculine cologne wafted over to her. He was going to kiss her. Right there in the middle of the art gallery. Yano moved. Her heart rate sped up. They were both going to kiss her.

Talk about Christmas gifts, she thought, seconds before Diego’s fingers tangled in the strands of her silky braids. They gripped her head, caressed her scalp as he pulled her closer to his hard body. Even through the barrier of her clothing she could feel his tempting body heat. Olivia immediately felt the need to rub herself up against him. As if he read her mind and knew she did not have the courage to take the last step, he took it out of her hands, moving forward. Her eyes fluttered shut at that first feel of his lips against hers. Despite the fact that she had spent the last year and half thinking about his lips, memorizing everything there was to know about them, their soft texture shocked her, searing her from her head to the tips of her toes. She leaned up and pressed her lips harder against his. It was as though her tentative actions had pushed past the barrier of his control. His long fingers tightened in her hair, pulling her head higher. She gasped against him as his mouth moved over hers, caressing every curve, every contour on her plump lips. His tongue glided over her lips, painting a searing picture over the full bow and flicked against the seam of her lips, tracing the line, coaxing her to open for him. She parted her lips for him as her hands clenched at her sides. She had no idea what to do with them. She only knew that she wanted to touch him as he was touching her. With abandon. His tongue stroked into her mouth as his hands moved over her back, touching, molding, caressing the supple flesh until he reached her ass. His fingers curved over the full mounds and pushed her against his hips. Olivia’s arms flew around his waist, holding him to her as he drowned her in his devastating kiss. Something hard and insistent moved against

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her belly as he deepened the kiss, thrusting his tongue against hers, moving it over her teeth, the inner walls of her mouth, consuming the very breath from her lungs. His fingers captured her face as he slowed down their runaway kiss. Diego placed several soft kisses against her lips before taking a step back. She stared up at him, shocked by the depth of his passion, shocked by the heat in his dark gaze. He glanced at Yano before releasing her. He said something incomprehensible to Yano. Belatedly, she realized he was speaking in Portuguese. He moved back just as Yano glided forward.

God, he’s beautiful, Olivia thought as she stared into Yano’s bright green, almondshaped eyes -- eyes unlike anything she had ever seen before meeting him. Her own closed the moment his lips brushed hers, sending searing heat throughout every inch of her body.

Oh, Lord. Where Diego’s kiss had been hard and devastating, Yano’s was sweet and wicked. His tongue fluttered against the seam of her lips. Instead of taking advantage of her parted lips, he traced the outline of her mouth and rimmed the circle of her lips. She groaned into his mouth. Then and only then did his tongue thrust into the inner cavern of her mouth, sweeping, and sliding, caressing every inch he could reach with slow, tantalizing forays. Yano slowly broke off their kiss, placing little, quick butterfly kisses on her mouth. It was as though he couldn’t get enough of her lips. He groaned low and deep before stepping away from her. Olivia eyes slowly opened to find both men watching her with hot, glittering eyes. Sarah chose that moment to appear. She stepped into the hallway. “Ms. Baxter, Mrs. Parisa Singh says she needs to talk to you. She sounds more agitated than normal.” Olivia barely managed to stifle the urge to groan. In a world of temperamental and anxious artists, Parisa was the worst of the worst. Every two to three weeks she had an issue,

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but judging from her assistant’s description the talented sculptor was dealing with an honest problem. Her gaze strayed back to the men in front of her. “I’m sorry, but I do have to take this.” Diego smiled. “We understand that we are not the only artists in your world.” “Hmm, unfortunately,” she muttered under her breath. If every artist she worked with was as mature as the duo was, she would be able to actually take vacations. As it was she had worked through the Christmas holiday. “Where are you going to celebrate the coming New Year?” Olivia watched Diego for several moments. She could not tell him she was planning on spending the night in her bedroom with a tub of Ben & Jerry’s, staring at the television waiting for the ball to drop. No celebration for her. “I’m not really going out for New Year’s Eve.” Yano stepped forward. “Then you must join us for our own party. We will not take no for an answer.” Olivia’s eyes widened as the desire in Yano’s emerald eyes caressed every inch of her body. “You heard Yano, Libby. We will not take no for an answer.” “Ms. Baxter, should I tell Ms. Singh that you will call her back later?” Numbly Olivia nodded her assent to both men before pivoting on one heel and rushing to accept Parisa’s call. She was going to go to their party and have fun. Even if it killed her.

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Chapter Two: Butterflies

As Olivia slammed her car door behind her and for the millionth time that night, she wondered what she was thinking coming to this ostentatious New Year’s Eve party. She was two hours away from New York City and it was a particularly cold northeastern night. The blustering winter temperatures were almost bruising in their intensity. If it had not been for that look of utmost desire on both men’s faces, she would have stayed at home and watched the ball drop from the sanctity of her bed. As it was, the score was going to be the same regardless of the game. It was going to be just another night where she spent the evening leaning against a cold wall while all the beautiful people got hot and heavy with each other. “If you want to be alone, Olivia, you could just stay at home,” she muttered to herself as she tightened her scarf around her neck and strode down the cobblestone walkway that led to the large contemporary house situated in the midst of tall, evergreen trees. By the time she reached the house, her fingers and toes were numb and her teeth were chattering. She’d only been to the boys’ home during the summer, never the winter. Now she knew why. There was a different kind of cold upstate.

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She had just reached for the doorbell when the door swung open. Diego stood in the doorway. “We were worried you were not going to come, Olivia.” She gave him a bright smile that threatened to crack her frozen cheeks. “Well, I’m here.” “And we are both very pleased.” Yano stood just to the left of Diego. They both looked down at her. Olivia couldn’t help feeling an air of anticipation hung around them. A particularly sharp gust of freezing wind blew over her. She realized she was foolishly standing on their doorstep having a conversation. “Can I come in?” Diego smiled and nodded his head. A slash of red heat highlighted his cheekbones. He was blushing.

Ooookay… She didn’t think she’d ever seen Diego uncomfortable and she’d known him for over a year now. She stepped into the foyer and started to remove her gloves. “Come, let me take your coat, Libby,” Yano murmured softly as he moved toward her. Warm hands landed on her shoulders and glided down her arms. With every inch he covered, her body heat went up a degree until she felt like she was stifling. Diego stood in front of her and slowly undid her velvet-covered buttons. Yano pulled her Galliano velour coat off her shoulders and draped it over one arm. “So how many people are here at this party?” “Come and see.” Diego turned and strode down a vividly painted hall. Olivia followed behind. When she reached the end of the hall she found an incredibly large room covered in holiday decorations. “It’s beautiful,” she murmured as she spun around. There was red and green and white everywhere. It was an enchanting display of Christmas and New Year’s Eve joy. She’d never seen anything so lovely before. Yano leaned against the doorjamb. “We felt the need to hire one of those decorators. We wanted to give you an American New Year’s Eve party.”

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She spun around in surprise. “You wanted to give us an American party. Why?” Yano moved away from the door and shook his head. “Not us. Just you.” She gave him a weak smile. “What do you mean just me?” Diego walked around her to stand beside Yano. “You are the only one we invited, Olivia. You are all the party we need.” Diego turned around and took several steps down the hall. Both she and Yano turned to stare at his broad back. He looked over one shoulder, giving her a beautiful profile of his handsome face. “Come, Olivia. Dinner is ready. You are going to need your energy for what we have in store.” Scalding images of her and Diego, her and Yano, flashed through her mind. Her pussy flooded with moisture and her palms tingled. She pushed the images away almost immediately. Yano followed in Diego’s wake. He whipped around suddenly and watched her with worrisome eyes. “Trust us, Libby. We would never want to hurt you. Come.” He walked back and held out one large, beautiful, long-fingered hand. His fingers intertwined with hers. Somehow she found the ability to walk with him. An hour later, Olivia was sure she was going to have a cardiac arrest. She stared at the two men in surprise, trying to figure out if her mind was playing tricks on her. For several heart-stopping moments she was afraid she was having a full blown reverie in the middle of their dinner. Then reality intruded and she understood that both men had truly asked her to be the third in their ménage. She slowly placed her drink on the table. “Pardon me?” she said, unable or unwilling to think of anything more. Yano smiled, that flash of devastating mischief that always made her belly muscles jump in excitement, and leaned across the table. He grasped her hand and ran one callused finger down her heart line. “We want you, Libby.” Her gaze dropped to their intertwined hands. “Want me to do what?”

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From her right, she heard a chair scraping across the floor as it was pulled forward. Despite herself, she turned and caught Diego’s warm brown gaze. She shivered as his hands moved toward hers. His fingers danced up her arm before trailing back down to her wrist. Her body tingled as though he ran his hands over every inch of her. “We have both wanted you for some time now, Olivia. Would you deny us our desires on this night when tonight could be the beginning of glorious things?” Her gaze snapped to his. Rabid butterflies fluttered in her stomach. “What are you saying?” “Will you let us love you, Libby?” Yano murmured softly. She looked from one man to the other, memories of the searing kisses she had shared with each running through her mind. There was no denying the allure each man held to her but together…combined… Could she honestly handle all that passion? “Yes.” She would take whatever they had to give to her and walk away tomorrow with no regrets. No regrets, she thought to herself as she looked over each man. Both men smiled at her and stood. Yano glanced at Diego. It was then that Olivia realized she hadn’t moved an inch. Her body was frozen. All she could do was watch as Yano walked around the table to stand behind her chair. He pulled it out for her just as Diego leaned over and grasped her hand. The warmth from his palm seeped through her and gave her the strength to stand.

Manwich, she thought as she stared at Yano’s broad cotton clad back as he led the trio down a long winding hallway. She was the meat in a very hefty, burn-your-tongue-spicy manwich. She, good old Olivia Baxter, who had never done anything kinkier than doggystyle -- and that was once. With an ex who would remain unnamed.

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She came to a halt when she realized where they were headed. Diego stood in front of two open doors. Behind him, the midnight sky shone with brightly twinkling silver lights.

Magic is in the air, she thought foolishly as she stared at the gorgeous background. Behind her, she could hear Yano moving, opening a door, rearranging things, and closing the door. She turned at the soft yawn of wood to find Yano holding a pile of winter coats. She stared at them in confusion. “Come, Olivia, the show will start soon.” Diego took her coat from Yano’s arms and held it out. No one said a word as they dressed for the cold night. She smiled at both men before making her way to the balcony. Once there she found herself between Diego and Yano. She grinned up at Yano. “What exactly is this show?” “Neither of us wanted to spend the holiday in the city, but we still wanted to see the ball drop.” She stared at him in surprise and then a slow smile spread across her face. “You’re kidding,” she said with a laugh. She turned to Diego. “Tell me he’s kidding.” Diego looked over her face for several moments. “If I had known it would bring you so much pleasure, I would have asked for two balls to drop.” “Oh my God.” She wrapped her arms around both Diego and Yano in two quick hugs. She had just pulled away from Yano when a young woman appeared several feet away from them. In her hands she held a tray with three glasses and a champagne bottle. Yano stepped forward and handed both her and Diego a flute. He held her gaze as he popped the champagne bottle. Without breaking their connection he filled both glasses. Then he smiled and, like Pavlov’s dog, her sex moistened with desire at the simple sight. Damn, she had it bad. Olivia turned with her glass in hand and stared at the brightly lit night sky. Behind her she could hear Diego and Yano’s soft footsteps.

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“What is it about us that makes you nervous, Olivia?” She jumped, realizing too late just how close Diego was to her. His breath moved over her ear, the back of her neck. Goosebumps broke out in its wake. She turned and regarded him. “I’m not near nervous.” He smiled. “Yes, you are, Olivia.” He reached out and took her free hand. Somehow she found herself standing right next to him. She stared up at him with wide eyes and watched the descent of his dark head. “We have to work on your nerves,” he murmured against her lips seconds before he captured her mouth. Olivia groaned on impact. Diego’s lips were impossibly softer than she remembered and even more determined. She opened for his thrusting tongue just as someone took her glass from her fingers. The moment her hands were free she tightened them on his shoulders and kissed him deeply. Several heart-thundering seconds later Diego broke off the kiss. “Better,” he whispered before turning her toward the view. Somehow Olivia found the strength to stifle the shudder when her passion suddenly had no outlet. But she didn’t have much time to focus on the emotion. Lights exploded right before her eyes. Red, white, green, blue, pink. Every color of the rainbow swam around the raised ball. Five. Four. Three. Two. One. Every word was announced on an unseen speaker system. Someone handed her a drink. She took it without thinking. Her grin was so wide her cheeks hurt when the number of fireworks going off tripled. The brightness was almost blinding. But it was nothing compared to the sparkling joy flowing through her. She had never had a better New Year’s Eve. Dinner. Champagne. Two gorgeous men. She placed the glass to her lips and took several sips. The taste rolled over her tongue and ignited every one of the taste buds. “We’re a little late, but…” She turned at the sound of Yano’s voice just in time to catch the smoldering look in his eyes as he leaned and gave Olivia the first kiss of the year.

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God! Every emotion she’d been privileged to feel during Diego’s kiss came raging to the surface and then some. Heat like none she’d ever felt before streaked through her body, touching her from the tips of her curled toes to her burning face. before she knew it, the kiss was over. Disappointment didn’t get to settle before Yano’s lips brushed against hers. This time when he kissed her she could taste champagne on his succulent tongue. The liquor was a thousand percent less intoxicating than the man. All too soon Olivia found Yano going straight to her head.

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Chapter Three: Best Laid Plans

Olivia put one foot in front of the other and found herself standing in the center of a large bedroom. She glanced cautiously at the bed standing in the middle of the room, right in front of her. The butterflies in her stomach magnified and evolved, becoming large, dangerous dragons. For one moment she feared she wasn’t going to be able keep it together. All she could think about was how in over her head she was. She was not the freaky sex kind. But she was about to become that woman.

You can do it. You can do it! Before her mind could comment on the thought, Diego’s arms wrapped around her waist. His splayed fingers landed on her stomach and he simply held her, his hot breath lingered over her sensitive nape. “Relax, Olivia,” he murmured. His lips brushed against the back of her neck as he softly kissed the sensitive skin. She sank into his sweet, seductive touch. And then his hands moved up her torso and to the buttons holding together her simple dress shirt. She started to stiffen in his arms. Yano stepped forward and brushed his lips against her mouth. His tongue lightly flickered against the seam of her lips. She melted at the soft touch

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and opened her mouth for him. His tongue moved over and across hers before thrusting in and out of her mouth, imitating the act she knew they were about to initiate. Her blouse parted and she instinctively sucked in her breath as Yano’s hands moved over her satin-clad breasts. Another pair of hands, Diego’s, brushed across her belly, gliding and caressing the soft valley of her stomach. She shivered as thoughts of her imperfect body ran through her mind. Were they disgusted by the width of her waist? Were they already regretting asking her to participate in their ménage? “So beautiful.” Diego’s breath wafted against her nape seconds before his lips brushed against the sensitive flesh. Fingers circled her puckered areolas, slowly closing in until they rimmed her nipples. She shuddered as two thumbs brushed across the swollen peaks of her breasts. Lust pooled in her core as cream leaked from her sex, dampening her panties. Yano deepened the kiss as two arms wrapped around her waist. Against her bottom, she could feel his hands moving. With a jolt she realized that he was working on Diego’s belt as the sharp sounds of metal moving against metal drifted through the air. Then the rough groan of zipper teeth opening. Fabric slid against her stocking-clad legs as his slacks fell to the floor. Her blouse joined Diego’s pants, falling to the ground. Petal soft lips pressed against her back, right above her bra strap. She shivered as Diego’s tongue painted a vivid image of desire on the canvas of her skin. Deep in her soul Olivia felt the release of each closure as her bra was unsnapped. Her fingers tightened into fists as she waited for Diego to reveal her. Her bra joined the slowly growing clothing pile on the floor. Her lashes lifted and she caught Yano’s gaze. “Beautiful,” he murmured as he held her gaze and cupped one heavy orb. A second slightly darker hand cupped her left breast. Her eyes fluttered shut as the intensity in his gaze and the sweetness of his touch sliced through her. “Please,” she moaned breathlessly.

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One hand threaded through her hair and tightened. “Look at me, Libby.” She opened her eyes to find Yano’s green eyes shining down at her with wicked heat. The hand on her breast tweaked her nipple. Her lips parted as she gasped from the sharp, stinging pleasure. Diego’s hand left her breast. Her skirt fell to the floor. Hot hands landed on her thighs and squeezed the flesh before gliding up her legs and caressing the full cheeks of her ass. “Garters, Libby? I am glad you thought to wear such beautiful things for us.” He breathed against the small of her back before tonguing the area. She groaned as his tongue wove a hot path down to the curve of her ass. Olivia’s soft shriek cut through the air when Diego pressed at the small of her back and widened her stance. Her hands flew out and landed on Yano’s arms, nails digging into the corded muscles as she fought for balance. Before the sound had died from his lips she felt his tongue on her nether lips. Diego had pulled aside her panties to reveal her swollen pussy. “Oh God.” Yano lowered his head and captured her lips, stealing what little breath she had as he kissed her deeply. His tongue stroked into her mouth as another velvet muscle of pure heat plunged into her sex. One hand dug into the tense muscle of his shoulder and another tangled in the silky strands of his midnight hair as she kissed him back, fueled with all the passion she felt emanating off both men. She moaned low and deep as something warm and wet flicked against her clitoris and then something thick and blunt, a finger, pushed past the slick, tight walls of her cunt. Olivia broke off the kiss to groan as pleasure, wet and hot sizzled across her skin. Something thicker, two fingers, plunged into her sex. In. Out. In. Out. Diego’s fingers slid through the clenched muscles of her pussy, sending her higher and higher with each thrust, forcing pleasure to pump through her veins.

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Her lips moved over Yano’s, brushing against the soft contours of his mouth in a teasing, tantalizing motion. His tongue flicked against her bottom lip before he captured it and sucked it into his mouth. “Fuck.” At the same time, Diego’s thumb brushed over her clitoris as he thrust two fingers deep into her sex. He curled his fingers. She shivered and tightened her fingers on Yano as an orgasm thundered through her, touching each nerve ending, as it surged through her body. “I’m coming. Shit, I’m coming,” Olivia moaned as her body clenched with her release. It was exhilarating, cleansing, and frightening with its intensity. She finally understood all the talk about sex.

Diego was a god. Yano’s soft laughter drifted down to her. “Now I’m going to have to show you I’m man enough to please you too.” She’d said the words rather than thought them. Heat filled her face at the realization. Her blush hadn’t even spread across her body when she felt lips against hers. Diego’s. He whispered something in Portuguese against her mouth before deepening the kiss. Next to them she could hear Yano tearing something. She broke off the kiss when she realized it was a condom wrapper. She watched the descent of his head as Diego knelt before her. He unsnapped her garters and placed the simple elastic on the floor beside him. He slowly lowered her panties until every inch of her body was bared to his heated gaze. A shiver of pleasure sliced through her body as the discarded panties fell to the floor. She glanced at him to find burning emerald eyes watching her. “Yano…” she reached for him. He answered her, grasping her waist and lifting her. She automatically wrapped her legs around his waist. Olivia groaned when his sheathed flesh met her quivering mound. And then he took that first step toward the bed. By the time they reached it she was a shivering

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mass of desire. They had taken few steps, but every one had forced his sheathed cock to slide against her nether lips, touching her clitoris in just the right way, but not hard enough to make her come. Just light enough to keep her standing on the edge of satisfaction. She was never going to look at ribbed condoms the same. “You sing so well, Libby,” he murmured as he laid her upon the bed. She bounced once and gasped as she felt his open mouth placing soft, hot kisses on her breasts. A little one here. A little one there. A lick that left her crying out for mercy. A slow glide of teeth over her nipple. He tortured her, playing with both heavy mounds. Never giving her the suckling lips she craved. His tongue dipped into the well of her bellybutton and twirled around the crater. “Yano,” she moaned when his tongue, wet, hot, and nimble streaked a wicked path down her belly and into the juncture of soft curls covering her sex. “Oh God.” Long, thick fingers parted the swollen lips of her sex. She leaned up on her elbows and looked down at the beautiful man between her thighs. “Yano, you…” She froze. Whatever she was going to say was forgotten as the look in his eyes struck her dumb. “I don’t mind if you watch, Libby,” he whispered as he lowered his dark head to her aching pussy. Two hands pushed against her thighs, opening her wider as he kissed her deeply, tongue fluttering over her clitoris and the bright red flesh of her cunt, before he thrust it into her pussy. Olivia shrieked and grabbed the black sheets. The decadent feel of his mouth against her cunt made her quiver with desire. “Oh…fuck.” She started whimpering when his tongue glided against her clitoris with purposeful strokes. Her body tightened as an orgasm pounded just out of range. She was going to come soon. And then something smooth and relentless brushed over the fleshy lips of her sex. Yano’s teeth. A slight stinging pleasure filled her just as Yano thrust two fingers into her sex.

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“That’s it. That’s it… Noooo,” she screamed when Yano withdrew both his fingers and stopped licking her. She’d been so close, so fucking close to coming. But before she could voice her frustration something thick pressed against her entrance. She stared up at Yano as his hand gripped one hip, fingers digging into her lush body. Yano held her gaze as he pushed in the first few inches. Olivia broke off their heated gaze as the wide head of his cock speared through the tight folds of her flesh. She had not gotten a chance to see either man’s cock, but judging from the way he felt, Yano was thick, thicker than any man she had been with.

Oh, Lord. Her head tipped back and hit the satin-clad pillow as Yano thrust in the rest of his length. One of the hands clutching the sheets moved up to his shoulder and pulled him to her. Yano withdrew. He sat back and the hands on her hips moved, slipping toward her back. She felt herself lifted. The new position pressed his cock against her G-spot.

Holy Hell! Her hands flew to the headboard and gripped one of the etched bars just as Yano pushed back into her. A throaty groan was torn from her parted lips. The mattress to her left dipped. Olivia turned her head just in time to see Diego’s head descend to her breast. Wet heat encased her nipple. She screamed for mercy as Yano pulled out and thrust deep into her in one hip-swiveling movement. It was as though the men were working in unison. Diego’s suckling mouth increased its pressure. Her hand threaded fingers through his hair when he started using his nimble tongue to tease the swollen tip of her breast. Heat and pleasure unlike anything else she’d ever experienced streaked from her breasts to her pussy before flashing through every one of her limbs. She shuddered when Diego released her nipple. He kissed his way up her torso until his flushed face hovered over her mouth. For a moment she simply stared into his eyes and then Yano’s cock brushed against her spot. Her eyes slowly closed and her lips opened with a soundless scream as her pussy tightened around his cock with orgasmic pleasure. Her orgasm ripped through her, touching each nerve ending, as it surged through her body.

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“Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck.” Olivia’s litany was cut off when Diego pressed his lips against hers and stole her breath. His tongue dipped into the cavern of her mouth and she moaned as it slid atop hers. Wet heat and seduction seemed to infuse her from the succulent touch. Two fingers captured her beaded nipple and tightened. A flash of heat burst in her chest to be augmented by the feel of a rough finger pad moving across her clitoris. Olivia felt like every inch of her was being touched, teased, and pleasured by the two men. Lips, breasts, clitoris, pussy, no erogenous zone was ignored. Olivia broke off Diego’s kiss to scream as her body clenched with her volcanic release. There was no other way to describe the relentless and cataclysmic orgasm that ripped through her body as Yano pounded his cock deep between her folds and Diego’s finger teased her clit mercilessly. “Oh…my…fucking…God.” Her body bowed, her fingers clutched the sheets, her toes curled, and every muscle broke out in spasms. “Yes. Yes. Yes.” Yano’s growled words drifted down to her as he continued to stroke his cock in and out of her rhythmically clenching cunt. Her passage ached and hummed with every thrust. Her already shattering orgasm grew in intensity until a second release was pouring through her body. A shocked shriek was torn from her lips as her sex tightened with her striking orgasm. Yano’s thrusts became jerky, and the hand on her hip dug almost painfully into her flesh. He growled her name as his own satisfaction burst through him. Diego released her nipple just as Yano slipped from her aching flesh. She watched both men, feeling both surprised and satisfied. Diego leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. When he pulled back, Yano took his place, rubbing his soft, swollen lips against hers. His gaze captured hers as he held his mouth less than an inch away

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from hers. A slow, scalding smile lit the handsome planes of his sculpted face. “Now tell me, gorgeous Libby, who is a god?” She froze, unsure of how to answer the question. The last thing she wanted to do was come between the two men. Diego’s sweet laughter drifted down to her seconds before he placed a soft kiss to Yano’s lips. “Stop teasing Olivia. We both are mortal men.” He turned and looked at Olivia, snagging her gaze. “It is our Olivia who is a goddess.” Olivia tried not to dwell on the fact that he’d call her theirs. Tried not to think about how much she wanted to belong to two men she could never actually own.

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Chapter Four: Tangled Up in Lust

Her arms tingled as she waited for them to make some kind of move. Both men stared at her with a mixture of concern and desire in their eyes. “Are you sure you want to do this?” She chewed her lower lip as she looked deep into Yano’s vivid gaze. She could feel the potent emotions emanating off every inch of his hard, naked body. Olivia found her thoughts straying as she stared at the thick length of his cock. Did she really want to make her dream a reality? Did she really want to give them rein over her, over the heat she could already feel curling deep inside her sex? She’d told them about her last dream. She’d told them about the warehouse. The chair. The sexual interrogation. They’d agreed to act out her reverie. “Are you sure you want to allow us to do this, Olivia?” The smoldering fire in Diego’s brown eyes told her that once she allowed him to be in command of her body, her desires, he wouldn’t be willing to relinquish it.

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She would be his to do with as he wished. To tease her, please her, make her come until he’d mapped every plane of her body. Olivia licked her lips as she lifted her gaze and glanced at each man. “Yes.” “Good.” Diego took a step forward and she instinctively tightened. Pain shot through her body when her numb muscles woke. The bindings cut into her flesh on her arms as she took a deep breath. She chewed her lips as Diego took three advancing steps to her. She counted every one, feeling her emotions and need rise with each movement. He leaned low and cupped one lace clad tit. Just like in her fantasy, she wore only her bra and panties. She was also bound to the wooden chair. Behind her back, she wrapped the fingers of one hand around one of the slits in the chair back as the intensity of Diego’s soft touch exploded across her skin. “Tell me where it is, Olivia.” His barely uttered words whispered over the skin of her neck, the shell of her ear, as he leaned low and palmed the full, heavy orb. Gone was every vestige of concern. Only passion burned in his smoky molasses eyes. She shook her head, even as the desire, the relentless need to give him whatever he wanted, surged through her veins. “I have nothing to tell. We all know I would never betray my master in such a way.” He flashed Olivia a hard smile that settled low in her gut. Her sex clenched and moistened. “We’ll see.” She shivered as his fingers captured her nipple and tightened around the nub. The onyx fan of his lashes lifted and air passed through Olivia’s parted lips as she found herself caught by the scalding heat in Diego’s espresso eyes. “How long do you think you will hold out, Olivia? How long do you think you can keep your secrets?” She opened her mouth, ready to give him a blasting retort when he knelt beside her. Olivia barely received enough time to wonder what he was doing. Yano’s lips pressed against

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hers and his insistent tongue pushed past the barrier of her lips to stroke the innermost recesses of her mouth. She moaned Yano’s name into his mouth, into his drugging kiss, as she tried to lift her hands. Olivia jerked against the bindings as the need to feel her fingers running through his silky, dark hair sliced through her. Yano pulled back, just far enough so that she saw the slight smile on his full, handsome lips. “I don’t think you’ll last very long, Libby.” She snapped back, her spine rigid, as his words washed over her. Olivia gave him a smile she didn’t quite feel. “I’m stronger than either of you thinks.” “This

wouldn’t

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each…and…every…orgasm.” Diego’s finger slipped into the molded cup of her bra and pulled it aside to reveal her breast. Cold air hit her engorged nipple seconds before he wrapped his firm lips around the swollen bud. Air rushed out of her lungs and through her parted lips when she gasped his name. He tongued her nipple, teased her with the sharp edge of his teeth, ground his lips around it, and pushed Olivia to the edge of her limit with every tantalizing touch. Olivia fought against the pleasure she was feeling, the orgasm that she knew was just out of reach as she took a deep breath. She wasn’t supposed to feel this much, this soon. She was supposed to hold out, make every moment last forever. That was the point of their game, wasn’t it? Before Olivia could think about the barely conceived thoughts another mouth joined the first, suckling her neglected nipple, pushing her emotions past the barrier she’d erected around them. “Oh God.” Long agile fingers slipped underneath her panties, through the short midnight hairs guarding her sex, and teased the puffy lips of her cunt. “No,” she groaned as she tried to bottle the desire to rock her hips back and forth, force him to give her the touch she needed to fall over the edge.

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She would not let them force her to relinquish control. She had to make her fantasy last as long as possible. She had to! A ragged shiver sliced through her body, shaking the breath from her lungs when Diego’s finger slipped a little lower and teased the entrance to her sex, tracing the slick portal until Olivia believed she could feel his every callus. Knew every item he’d sculpted. Knew exactly what his hands had touched. What his hands where capable of creating. She was so attuned to the man’s devastating touch. “Where is the sculpture?” Yano had released her tit and breathed the words over the distended tip. Cobwebs clouded her brain. She couldn’t think past the alluring web of desire they’d spun around her. “What sculpture?” She felt his masculine satisfaction, seconds before his chuckle skittered across her moist skin. “We’ll just have to try harder to convince you to tell us the truth.” Her soaked panties were pulled to the side to fully expose her cunt. Three fingers plunged into her tight pussy, pushing past the clenched, sensitive walls of her sheath to stroke her deeply. “Fuck!” Her eyes fluttered closed and a shudder ran through her body as she tried to breathe through her lips, tried to draw out the moment, push back the orgasm she could feel pounding at her self-control. It was too soon for her to come. She wanted every moment to last an eternity. “No.” Diego’s harshly growled words cut through her thoughts just as his finger pressed against her clitoris. She groaned his name as he flicked her clit. Hips rocking back and forth as both men teased her cunt. One stroking three fingers deep into her sheath. The other torturing her clit. She could feel the fire in her womb raging into a place never explored. “Oh shit. Oh…oh…my…God,” she groaned as her body tightened with orgasmic pleasure. “Let’s see how long you can hold on to your lies.”

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Her eyes slowly opened when long, strong fingers tightened on her hips and pulled them forward. Sharp tendrils of pain moved up her arms when she was moved. Wet heat met her sex as Diego placed his mouth against her pussy. “Diego,” she shrieked, but whether from the exquisite pleasure or exhilarating pain she couldn’t say. Her bindings bit into sensitive flesh around her wrists as she jerked against the ropes, trying to fight the attraction of Diego’s moist, talented lips, his agile tongue…his relentless desire to push past her resistance, to stroke deep into the emotions she wanted to keep at bay. “Please…” She looked down imploringly at Yano. His beautiful face was hard with desire. He pulled back, releasing her breast, and exposing the sensitive tip to cool air. She watched the slow rise of his hand. Her eyes closed of their own volition when he tweaked her nipple. “Will you tell us what we want?” She jerked her head up and down, feeling like a bobble doll. She would tell him whatever he wanted to know. Anything. If they promised not to stop playing with her. “Where?” The fingers around her nipple tightened, sending burning heat to the folds of her already swollen sex. An echoing heat was returned when Diego spread the lips of her cunt and swiped the full pad of his tongue up the length of her sex. Over her entrance, over flesh slick with her dewy desire, to flutter against the almost painfully sensitive head of her clitoris. “I don’t know,” she gasped as another shuddering orgasm wracked her body. Her fantasy was no longer her own creation. It had taken on a life of its own, and now she found herself tossing in the wake of the amorous storm she’d stirred. She took a deep breath that was part relief, part irritation when Diego’s mouth moved away from her sheath. She was too sensitive.

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Every lick. Every stroke. She felt as though the two men were caressing her soul with every shattering touch. “Where is it?” She looked up and glanced at Yano, only to find her gaze captured by the unrelenting look in his emerald eyes. Her jaw clenched as Diego’s tongue stroked her clitoris, keeping the moan on her tongue inside. Yano’s gaze flickered to her pussy before returning to her face. He flashed Olivia a smile that was part damning desire, part demanding control, and all promised pleasure as he grasped the root of his thick cock. Her gaze dropped to watch Yano as he palmed his length, his long fingers sliding up and down the swollen shaft, forcing a single drop of precum from the unseeing eye. With her short height and sitting position she was right on level with his cock. If he moved just the tiniest bit closer… “Thirsty, Libby?” She lifted her gaze just in time to see the smirk light up Yano’s handsome face. She licked her lips slowly. She couldn’t find her breath, didn’t dare answer him, afraid of what would come out. Afraid she would tell him just how much she wanted to taste him. “It’s okay. I won’t make you say it.” Fingers threaded through her hair and pulled her across the space that separated their bodies. She moved her head left and right, brushing her lips across the ruddy head of his shaft. “Olivia.” The single word was a warning, telling her not to take things too far. She smiled before tonguing the slit in his cockhead. His hands tightened in her hair. She wasn’t the only one

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being driven by desire. Olivia opened her mouth and swallowed his crown, making sure to lick the underside of his cock. “So good.” He rolled his hips, moving his length deeper into her mouth. She groaned and he stopped. Her heart thundered in her ears as she felt his pause deep inside. Olivia slowly lifted her eyes and held his gaze. She moved forward, taking him deeper into the wet enclave of her mouth. “Fuck!” He wrapped her hair around his fingers and pulled. The slight pain spurred on something deep and dark inside her sex. She felt her pussy moisten with unrepentant desire as Diego continue to lick and suck her cunt. Shit! The word exploded in her mind when Diego thrust two fingers into her pussy without once breaking his tongue’s contact with her clitoris. She was coming. Holy hell, she was coming for the third time in less than twenty minutes. It seemed as though both her mind and body exploded with her release. She groaned around Yano’s cock as her orgasm detonated across every one of her nerve endings. The sound was distinctively erotic and she wasn’t the only one affected by it. Yano increased the depth of his strokes, fucking her mouth, and Diego increased the pressure of his thrusts and the frequency of his flicks against her clitoris. A fourth orgasm came out of nowhere, shocking her with the intensity and power of the pleasure, shocking her system so deeply tears streamed out of her eyes. She blinked and looked up, unsure if she was going to ask for mercy or beg for more. The decision was taken out of her hands when Yano pulled his cock from her mouth and Diego stood. “Now?”

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She slowly turned to capture Diego’s gaze. It took her a moment to figure out what he was talking about, and then she realized that even if she wanted to tell him what he wanted, she didn’t know the answer. She had no idea which one of their actual sculptures they were talking about. “I said I don’t know.” A bright light entered Diego’s eyes and she realized that she wasn’t ever supposed to know where the sculpture was. That was one element of the fantasy she hadn’t factored: their own desire to command her…mind and body. She shivered as Diego leaned forward. Olivia wasn’t sure her body could take any more pleasure. Could take any more of their interrogation. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Yano bend down. Several seconds later, he undid the ties around her ankles. She breathed deeply, thinking their little game was over. “Thank you --” Fingers curled over the side strings of her panties and pulled them down her legs. “Don’t speak unless you’re going to tell us where our sacred sculpture of the were goddess is located?” Diego growled the words as he wrapped one arm under her legs and the other behind her back. Her head snapped back as she looked up at him in shock. The game wasn’t over. The distinctive way Yano had tied her wrists allowed Diego to pick her up and still have her hands bound. He cradled her to his chest as he strode to the bed. All too soon she was hovering above the mattress. He placed her down lightly. She immediately tried to move away from him, but found her actions impeded by her restricted arms. “Uh uh uh.” Olivia stopped her meager actions when he shook his head in admonishment. Diego knelt on the bed and maneuvered Olivia until she was on her knees, her chest to the bed, and facing the headboard.

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She closed her eyes as utter disbelief fogged her brain. She’d told both men about the chair and the bindings. She hadn’t delved any deeper into the unfinished dreamed she’d had a mere week ago. A dream that had haunted her since that night. They had expanded her reverie. Taking it places her mind never would have allowed. She tensed when the mattress groaned as Diego shifted behind her. Foil tore. She closed her eyes and imagined his hands moving down his hard, thick length as he sheathed his cock. He pierced her sheath, thrusting in just the head. She moved her face to the left and pressed her cheek against the cool sheet. He plunged the rest of his cock into her in one stroke, bottoming out deep inside her. She groaned as she felt him brush her cervix.

Talk about a dream come true, she thought wickedly when Diego grasped her hips and withdrew several inches from her cunt. The retreat of every inch seemed to stoke the fire already threatening to burn out of control. Once again, Olivia found herself wondering just how much passion her body could handle. Fingers dug into her flesh as he surged back into her. Olivia’s hips bucked upwards. Before she could get a handle on the pleasure, Diego withdrew and thrust back into her in a swift move that left her whispering his name. “Oh, Diego.” “Come for me, Olivia. I want to feel your pleasure.” His harshly groaned words settled low in her abdomen and stimulated something deep inside her. “That’s right. Come for me.” She turned and bit the comforter as every muscle in her body tightened. “Fuck.” She spit out the fabric and screamed as the fire burning through her body coalesced into a relentless ball of passion that imploded in her cunt as her sex clenched rhythmically around Diego’s cock.

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“Yes. Yes. Yes.” Diego punctuated every shouted word with a hip thrust, strumming out her orgasm, forcing her to come harder and harder. “Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.” “Olivia!” Her name rang through the air as he jerked above her. “Thank you,” Diego whispered softly as he slipped from her sheath. She took a deep breath and turned her head. Her gasp of surprise cut through the air when Yano thrust deep into her cunt. He whispered wickedly as he filled her to the brim, “Now it’s my turn to feel your pleasure, Libby.”

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Chapter Five: Champagne Bubbles

Olivia wasn’t sure when she fell asleep. She only became aware of the fact when something soft pressed against her closed eyelids. Lips. She smiled in the dark, wondering how it could be that her dream was so real. So intense, she thought, as a long-fingered hand parted her thighs and cupped her sex. She opened her eyes slowly. Her gaze collided with heated molasses-colored eyes. Diego. “Hi,” she whispered shyly as the night before flashed through her mind. The things they had done. The things she let him and Yano do to her. “Hi,” he murmured softly in that deep, rumbling voice she had come to love. She watched his mouth move to hers as his head lowered. Her eyes closed as his soft, lush mouth brushed across hers in a slow, teasing, sliding motion. “Diego,” she groaned as she opened her mouth for him. His tongue slipped past her lips with purposeful strokes, moving over the succulent inner cavern of her mouth. She sighed as the deepness of his kiss settled in her bones. One hand settled on her naked breast. Olivia could feel her hard, aching nipple stabbing his palm. She moved beneath

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him, trying to get the friction her body demanded, but he wasn’t having any of that. Instead Diego tilted her head and increased the intensity of his kiss. “Diego,” she whimpered. Her body was not her own when she was around the two men. She could not contain her desire around them. Olivia broke off the soul scorching kiss. “Touch me,” Olivia moaned as she lifted her hips for his questing hands. The heat that burned inside of her was a forest fire. Every gusting breath she took seemed to heighten her arousal, spread the fire through her body. “Please.” Fingers parted the swollen lips of her sex. One, two slipped past the folds of her cunt to stroke her deep. “Yes,” she sighed as she lowered her head. Just the itch she needed him to scratch. She was a lush, but instead of alcohol, she was addicted to the duo’s sensual touch. “You are so beautiful.” He whispered the words against her lips moments before his mouth brushed across hers. Her groan of dismay exploded in Diego’s mouth as he withdrew his fingers from her cunt. With this kiss she became the aggressor, flicking her tongue against the seam of his beautiful mouth, teasing the soft flesh, until he groaned her name. She slipped into his mouth, tangling her tongue with his. Tasting, teasing, and devouring every inch of the devastating man above her. Fingers tightened in her hair. He kissed her back, kissing her like she’d never been kissed before, forcing Olivia to let go of her every inhibition. His hips ground against her pelvis, his naked cock torturing her with tempting touches that elicited thoughts about the act she knew they were about to commence. “Stop playing with me,” she growled as she rubbed her hips against him. “I need you.” “Wait. Wait. Wait,” he stuttered as a shiver racked his hard body. He reached above her and pulled open the top drawer of the bedside dresser. After a moment he sat back, a foil package in his hand. Olivia watched with hungry eyes as he quickly sheathed himself. Her

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tongue stroked along her bottom lip as she eyed his length. Diego’s cock was long and thick, the head appearing about the size of a plum and his length was at least ten inches. A cough startled her. She lifted her gaze to catch Diego watching her, a smile on his handsome face. “Find something you like?” “Yes,” she whispered as the mattress beside her dipped. She glanced over Diego’s head and watched Yano, splendid and nude, make his way around the bed. The tightening and lengthening of his honed muscles with every step made her breath hitch. Belatedly, she realized she was ignoring Diego, but he hadn’t noticed. His gaze was glued to Yano. She saw the heat flare in his gaze as he watched his partner stride toward them. An answering fire burned in her core. She leaned forward until her lips were a breath away from the carved shell of Diego’s ear. The devil had gotten into her and she didn’t want to let the demon go. “I want you to touch him,” she moaned before licking his ear. He shuddered and turned to her. Dark desire shined in his gaze. “We did not think you would approve.” Her teeth scraped along her bottom lip as she turned and eyed Yano’s cock. It was impressive, longer than Diego’s, but not as thick. One small dark fist wrapped around the golden stalk. Yano groaned her name and jerked when Olivia tightened her grip and moved her hand up to his tip. One soft thumb circled the unseeing eye. “Kiss him.” Diego’s gaze roamed over her face for several moments. Just when Olivia was sure her heart couldn’t take the intensity of his perusal he turned to Yano. “We chose well,” he rumbled before placing a soft kiss on the other man’s cockhead. He pulled back, just far enough that his lips were no longer touching Yano. She saw Diego’s lashes flutter as he looked up. Yano held Diego’s gaze. Diego reached out to grasp the rest of Yano’s cock. The combination of his broad hand and Olivia’s small, soft fingers covered Yano’s cock until only

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the head peeked out. Diego’s tongue slid across his bottom lip before teasing the engorged head with wet flicks of the agile velvet muscle. All three of them groaned in unison. Yano’s fingers threaded through the silky onyx strands of her lustrous hair and tightened their grip. She stood and answered his silent request, pressing her lips to his, moving her mouth across the soft contours of his luscious mouth. His teeth scraped along her bottom lip in a teasing touch that left her quivering. Wet heat scalded her to her toes as Yano’s tongue glided along her lip, soothing the flesh before he sucked it into his mouth. Her hand slid down his back until her palm cupped one muscular ass cheek. Her nails dug into his flesh as she moaned low when he sucked on her bottom lip. Below them she could hear Yano’s cock thrusting into Diego’s moist mouth, as the slick sounds of oral sex filled the air. He broke off their torrid kiss and whispered Diego’s name as a shudder racked his whole body. “God, my love,” he growled as he thrust his hips forward, plunging his cock deep into Diego’s mouth. Thick cream leaked out of Olivia’s cunt at the erotic sight. Heat spiraled through her as she leaned forward and wrapped her lips around Yano’s pierced nipple, tonguing the swollen bud, toying with the silver barbell. Passion thickened the air with every lick, every suckle, every groan until it seemed to permeate Olivia’s very soul, rule her every action. She nipped Yano’s nipple as she threaded her fingers through the puffy lips of her sex. The pad of one finger brushed across the engorged head of her clitoris. She rubbed the swollen bud in a circular motion, pleasuring herself with every brush, every caress. But all too quickly she found herself running up the ledge that led to the ultimate physical satisfaction, but she didn’t want to come, not without them. She released Yano’s nipple and slipped a finger deep into her sex. “I need you. I need you both,” she moaned. Yano’s cock popped out of Diego’s mouth as he leaned back. Both men seemed to turn to her at the same time. “How do you want us, Libby?”

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Breath sawed in and out of her parted lips as she considered Yano’s question. The truth was she wanted them any way she could have them. She stepped back until her thighs hit the high bed. She crawled onto the bed and stopped in the middle. She was on all fours. She looked across her and caught the gazes of the two men before looking over their bodies. Diego and Yano’s hands were clenched into fists. Their chests rose with every shuddering breath they took. Olivia leaned on her elbows and crooked one finger. “Come here, Yano,” she whispered softly. “My pleasure, Libby.” Before she knew it, Olivia found herself staring at the long thick length of Yano’s cock when he sat before her. She licked her lips and flicked her tongue against the head. Behind her she could hear Diego moving as the mattress spoke with his every action. She groaned around Yano’s dick as Diego’s cock pierced her. With that first deep thrust Olivia knew she would only last a few strokes. She was so hot, so aroused she could feel her pussy clenching around Diego’s shaft, wanting to come. She tightened her grip on Yano’s cock as she looked over her shoulder. “Hard.” Her gaze caught Diego’s as a flame flared in his espresso eyes. She turned back to Yano as Diego’s fingers gripped her hips and pulled her back just as his cock plunged deep into her sex. Olivia wrapped her lips around Yano’s cock, licking, sucking, and tasting every inch of him she could reach as Diego pounded into her, pushing past the tight muscles of her sex, stoking the fire that burned between her splayed legs. And even though she knew she was on the edge, her orgasm appeared out of nowhere, shocking Olivia with its presence and intensity. Her groan vibrated around Yano’s cock as waves of pleasure washed over her. The sound of Olivia’s orgasmic pleasure seemed to set Yano off as he let forth an expletive and shuddered. His length jerked in her mouth as he spilled his seed. Olivia swallowed his release, drinking in the taste of his essence. All the while, Diego continued to thrust into her, never giving her a chance to come down from her sexual high. Olivia

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released Yano’s cock as a second shattering orgasm exploded, her body feeling like the New Year’s Eve sky. Fireworks loaded with untold pleasure went off in every limb, every erogenous zone. “Olivia,” Diego groaned as he thrust past the rippling muscles of her cunt. One, two, three pistons into her and he slumped against her back as the last of her tremors racked her body. “My God,” she said with a laugh as Diego withdrew from her sex. She felt the bed shake as he laid down. Olivia simply took several lung-filling breaths, uncaring that she was on all fours and baring her ass to the whole world. After a moment she started to get off the bed when a callused palm pushed against her shoulder. She fell into Diego’s arms. Yano almost immediately blanketed her front. “Sleep,” he murmured before placing a soft, tender kiss against her lips. Olivia smiled and closed her eyes, too exhausted to argue. Tomorrow would come all too soon as it was. She had no desire to rush the return to reality.

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Chapter Six: Let’s Start it Right

“My God, she’s gorgeous.” Diego turned slowly. He knelt on his knees, working on the slab of marble that the female image stood upon. His gaze slowly lifted to collide with hers. “Yes, she is.” Olivia felt a blush climb up her face as the scalding heat in his tone flashed through her. “I meant the sculpture,” she murmured softly as an awkward cloud floated over her. The situation was made all the more intense because she only wore his dress shirt. She had been unable to find her clothes as she padded through the dimly lit room. She barely stifled a sigh of relief when Diego turned back to the sculpture. Something about his gaze made her nervous. More nervous than usual. It was like he was trying to see into her soul. As far as Olivia was concerned, he’d seen too much last night as it was. Olivia nodded her head toward the woman of the hour. “Will you let me sell her?” The sculpture, a naked goddess that brought to mind the images of a Victorian Venus, was made all the more real by the painted background. Yano’s artwork, she thought as she eyed the masterpiece. He stood and walked around the lovely piece of art. He stopped when he was right in front of her. “No.”

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Despite herself, Olivia felt an intense shaft of pain pierce her heart at his emphatic no. She immediately pushed it away. It was her job to convince him to sell. “Are you worried I won’t display it in the best way?” He took a step toward her. “She is not for sale. She is a gift…for a very special woman.” She froze as the shaft of pain exploded, becoming a nuclear bomb. There was no way she could compete with another woman. In the time she’d known the two artists they’d never once mentioned giving their work as a gift. She’d assumed it was because they were far away from all they knew. She’d assumed wrong. They just hadn’t found the right person. She licked her lips. “I see.” “Don’t you want to know who this special woman is?” She shook her head wildly and took a step back. “No.” He started to take a step toward her, but stopped suddenly. His gaze moved above her head. She glanced over her shoulder and caught Yano’s emerald gaze. “I thought you were sleeping.” He gave her a bold, wicked smile. “I was…until I realized you were gone. Apparently I can only sleep with you beside me.” She tried to think of something intelligent to say in response. All that came out was, “Funny.” She turned around and strode toward the door Yano stood beside. He moved to the left and blocked her exit. Strong arms reached out and grasped her shoulders. She stilled immediately, knowing she could not fight him. Nor did she want to put on such a display. “Let me go,” she said through clenched teeth. “What are you so afraid of, Olivia?” She swallowed thickly and considered the soft question. Was she more afraid that they didn’t want her or that they did? Last night had been an experience she would cherish all of her life, but was it only one night. “Please, Yano. Release me.”

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He shook his head no and instead turned her around. “Look at her face.” Diego’s finger lifted up her jaw until she was forced to look at the sculpture. For a moment she thought her eyes were playing tricks on her. The first time she’d looked at the sculpture, she’d viewed it through professional eyes. Now she looked at it through the eyes of a torn woman. And every glance, every glimpse sealed the fractures in her broken heart. Full lips. High cheekbones. Large almond eyes. Softly rounded nose. Full, oval face. Curves that no diet could remove. Still…She needed to know if her eyes were telling her the truth. “She looks like…” She heard Yano’s smile in his soft tone. “She is you, Libby. You’re our special woman, the inspiration for our art.” Diego stepped forward. “You always have been, since that moment you walked into our studio in Brazil. You’ve made an imprint on our hearts.” “What exactly are you saying?” Behind her she could hear Yano moving. A mere second later both men stood before her. They looked at one another before Diego spoke. “We love you, Olivia. We both love you. You’re the other half of both of our souls.” Yano cupped her jaw. “We’ve been chasing you for a year now, Olivia.” “But…” He shook his head, stopping her words. Diego wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her between them. “No more running.” She glanced at both men and licked her lips. “I love you too.” Yano’s palm slid up her face and into her hair. “Are you ready?” he groaned, his hand tightening in the silky onyx strands of her hair as he leaned forward and kissed her hard on the mouth. He pulled back before she could coax him into opening for her. “For what,” she whispered as she opened her eyes.

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“For forever,” Diego murmured as his lips pressed against hers. Olivia smiled against his soft mouth as his words washed over. The New Year was already living up its promise.

Tuesday Morrigan Tuesday began her love affair with romance at an early age. As a child she was always infatuated with the romance novels she snuck from her mother. Later, in high school, the public library became her sanctuary with an endless array of romance novels. Tuesday is still an avid reader of books. Thanks to shows like Buffy, Angel, and her latest infatuation

Supernatural, Tuesday prefers her stories to have a little more grit. Her favorite genres have always been fantasy, mystery, romance and erotica, so as a writer, she tries to blend the genres to create her own personal niche. You can learn more about Tuesday, including what's her latest project, at www.mochancreme.com, or by sending an email to her at [email protected].