It’s Christmas Eve, and all Monica Sims wants is for her fiancé, just once, to step outside his comfort zone. She loves him, and life is fine in their perfectly planned world. But Monica is ready for more. She takes a risk and shares with him her darkest fantasies: Domination. Submission. Surrendering to the will of more than one man. But her confession is more than her straitlaced boyfriend can handle—or so she thought.
Dane knows exactly what he wants in bed: just him and Monica, his fiancée—alone. Simple, easy, vanilla sex was all he ever needed. That was until the night he found his fiancée in her office, watching—enjoying—a very naughty movie on her laptop. Determined to be the one to unleash her control, Dane decides to surprise her on Christmas Eve with a trip to a private fetish club. But they won’t be alone.
Monica couldn’t have stopped the whimper that fell from her lips if she’d tried. “Fuck me.” Unbidden, her hips left the bed, arching toward her lover as if drawn to the drug they knew she had to have. “Dear God, Dane, if you love me like you say… Fuck me now.” Shit. She was babbling, but at that very moment, she really didn’t give a damn.
“Baby, I’m going to do that and more.” Dane rolled over and stood. “But I won’t be alone.”
“What?” Monica tugged against the hold the cuffs had on her wrists. “Are you serious?” Her womb clenched, and the sudden wave of excitement had her pulse roaring in her ears. Dane circled the foot of the bed and headed toward the suite’s door.
“I overheard one of my partners at the firm talking about this very exclusive private club on the outskirts of Savannah, the one I’ve brought you to tonight. And after getting an ear and eyeful of what you’ve been craving, I decided to check it out.”
Dane went for the door handle and swung the wood wide. “After a health and background screening that must surely rival the CIA’s, I was accepted as a member about eight weeks ago. That’s when I met—for anonymity’s sake—Bob and Dick here.”
“Bob and Dick?” Jesus, he is serious.
“Hey, Danny,” one of the men said.
Danny? Not too much of a change, but it was enough to keep his identity private.
The slaps of hands to backs in greeting reverberated from the open doorway a few feet away. Monica craned her neck, trying to sneak a peek. Curiosity was killing her. First one, then a second hunk of what she could only term “eye candy” brushed past her fiancé. Her head fell back on the pillow, and she knew her eyes were probably wide with shock. He was actually planning to share her… And holy shit, did Dane know how to pick ‘em.
The men raked her with their gazes, and if the bulge growing in each one’s slacks was any indication, they liked what they saw. Monica didn’t know whether to cross her legs in a feigned attempt at propriety or to spread them in marked invitation, the latter of which was precisely what her body was screaming.
“And what shall we call you, sweetness?” The one on the right—tall, lean, and blond—eased down onto the side of the bed. He lifted his hand and, using the backs of his fingers, ran a light caress from top to bottom of the exposed side of her arm. “I’m Bob.”
“Layla.” It was the first name that popped into her head.
“Okay, Layla. Your fiancé issued the invitation, but we need to hear from you as well.” Bob glanced at Dick, then back to her. “Do you want us here and everything that entails? Meaning, we plan to make you the center of our world tonight. To fuck you and take you to a place you never knew existed. Make you come”—he lowered his head, his lips a breath away from hers—”and come again.”
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