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  “He’s at home.” I pause, look back at my vehicle. “I can’t just leave my car here.”

  The unflappable dom shrugs. “I’ll send someone to fetch it for you.” He pats the passenger seat. “Get in.”

  I give him an exasperated sigh, but I know there will be no denying Luke when he wants it his way. I slide onto the expensive leather seat and let him whisk me back home.

  My boss is a sex toy inventor for the exclusive sex resort and club franchise, Surrender Inc., and I test and perform with said products for him, as does my best friend Jake Black. Jake also rents from me and helps me take care of my two kids, Preston and Michael. But sparks have been flying between myself and Jake since we took this job. He’s not exactly happy about it, even though we need the money. He’s challenged by Dom Luke in many ways, but now I have a challenge of my own. Our new nanny, Kaley Porter, who Jake seems to be hot after. They’ve been nonstop flirting ever since Dom Luke helped me hire the woman. While I have no real claim over Jake, I admit I’m jealous as hell.

  I know, how hypocritical of me. I expect Jake to share me with Dom Luke but don’t want to share him with another woman. I guess I’m just stingy about the men I love.

  When we drive up to my place, I’m surprised to find Kaley’s car outside. A knot of dread begins to form in my stomach.

  “What’s she doing here now?” I step out of the Rolls Royce and my eyes lock on Kaley’s vehicle.

  Dom Luke walks up beside me. “Who?”

  I point to the car. “Kaley. She’s supposed to pick the kids up later, but…”

  Dom rubs his chin, gives me a knowing look. “Oh dear. I can wager a guess.”

  I give him a frown, not impressed by his less than helpful sarcasm, and then I stalk up to my garage door. If Kaley and Jake are doing what I think they are, I don’t want to warn them. I’m angry and decide a dose of embarrassment for her and Jake is in order.

  I open the garage then try to be quiet as I climb the steps to Jake’s apartment. Dom Luke is behind me, suggesting I knock first. I give him another glower that says I am not listening right now. He simply holds his hands up in the air and shakes his head at me while I twist the knob and walk inside.

  The apartment above the garage is small, and I already hear light moans and a gruff male voice saying, “Yeah… You like that?” as I move past the small couch and coffee table that holds Jake’s laptop.

  My face burns and I clench my teeth as I throw open the bedroom door so hard it bangs into the wall. There I find my suspicions confirmed. Kaley’s firm, young breasts jut high in the air. Her nipples are hard, rosy tips Jake teases with his tongue. His hands glide over her firm, lithe curves. One hand slips between her legs and his fingers stroke her pink labia. I can see her sex shining with juices.

  “What the hell is going on?” I shout, crossing my arms over my chest just as Dom Luke arrives at the top of the landing and looks over my shoulder.

  Kaley yelps and jumps from the bed, saying “I’m sorry, Mrs. Brannigan,” over and over like it’s a Buddhist mantra.

  Jake just lays in the crumpled sheets, gives me a bold stare and a smile full of spite. He puts his hands behind his head and doesn’t attempt to move, while Kaley scampers around gathering her clothes and getting dressed.

  “You’re fired!” I roar at her, taking out my jealousy on the poor, surprised woman.

  “Now, Carrie, don’t react hastily,” Dom Luke says from behind me, putting a strong hand on my shoulder.

  “Hastily? I’ll do whatever I want!” I whirl on him, unable to reign my anger in. “This is my house!”

  His icy blue eyes widen in surprise and he holds his hands up, but a smirk lingers at the corner of his lips. It sends my fury climbing higher.

  “Fine,” he murmurs. “Have it your way.”

  “Out!” I scream at my now teary-eyed nanny. “Out right now!”

  She passes by me, still mumbling apologies, and Luke stops her. “Go get in my car, love. I’ll drive you home.”

  Through a sniffle, she says thank you.

  I now whirl on him. “Excuse me, but whose side are you on?”

  Now Luke openly chuckles at me and shakes his head. “Oh, dear Carrie, this isn’t about sides. This is about jealousy, pure and simple. I’m sure you’ll see that when you’ve had a chance to cool down.” He pats my hand. “Now, I’ll leave you and Jake alone. It seems you have some things to discuss.”

  With that, he turns and walks down the stairs, following my terrified ex-nanny and leaving me with my mouth hanging open in shock.

  I’ve been deserted by the two men I love most. But Dom Luke’s words also ring true in my head, and they sting. I am jealous and acting out because of it.

  I turn back to Jake, who still lounges on the bed, looking entirely too smug, which pisses me off all the more. But before I can say a word he swings his long, muscular legs off the mattress and is in front of me in three quick strides.

  He catches my wrists in his strong hands before I can slap his face. “Just one question,” he says, licking his lips and making me entirely too aware of the fact I was just as turned on by what I saw as I was enraged. “How come you can fuck whoever you want but I can’t?”

  I pull my hands out of his grip and deliver that slap. His head swings to the side and the force of my blow leaves a red hand print, but he just chuckles.

  He crosses his arms over his bare, burly chest. “You’ve got double standards, lady. Big time.”

  “What’s that supposed to mean?” I spit out.

  “It means you don’t play fair.” He presses his nose to mine and his voice is filled with low menace. “We’re not even a couple, so why should this bother you?”

  I shrug, avoid his eyes and try to appear uncaring as I say, “If you want to screw Kaley, go for it. It doesn’t matter to me.”

  This time his hands snake around my waist and press into the small of my back. “Oh, but I think it does.” His lips graze over mine and blood pounds hard in my ears. “I love you. Can’t you see that? Can’t you see that’s why I did what I did? To prove that you love me, too, or you wouldn’t have reacted the way you just did.”

  His hands glide farther up my skin and I try to block out the heat his touch stirs in me. “No…” I shake my head, hating all the confused emotions and thoughts racing through my head. “Yes… The truth?” I look up into his brilliant green eyes and a lump forms in my throat. “I love you both and I don’t want to choose. There. Happy? Now you know.”

  He looks disturbed by my admission, but then his face goes all determined hard lines. “Well you can’t have us both. Here, let me help you decide who you really want.”

  He pulls me tighter against him and his hot, wet tongue glides over my lips. When I won’t open up for his kiss, he adds a tug of teeth and another flick of tongue. His hands move down to my ass and his wide palms mold to my cheeks as he presses me tighter to him. I can feel his cock stiffening against my lower belly. His hot erection brushes skin, making me moan and open up for him

  Our kiss grows deep and raw. As he sucks my bottom lip he turns me and pins me to the wall. Breathy sighs escape me when he lets me have air. His fingers twine in my loose ponytail and yank the elastic band from my hair. He grabs fistfuls of my red locks as his tongue plunders my mouth.

  My pussy throbs with the need to have him inside of me. When he draws me to the bed, still kissing me breathless and hands roaming over my heavy breasts, I don’t resist. I’m too lost in my lust to stop now. Release is all I think about.

  He hurries as he undresses me, tearing buttons from my blouse and tugging my panties off along with my jeans. Before he unhooks my bra, he teases my nipples through the filmy lacy covering them, flicking his tongue over the tingling tips then sucking each one deep into his mouth. I hiss air through my teeth and arch up, trying to get closer to him.

  He tastes every inch of my flesh, kissing and licking the sweat from my skin. He savors me as he moves lower, dipping his tongue in
to the shelllike divot near the bottom of my belly. I lift my hips high off the mattress and my fingers curl into his soft, short hair.

  His tongue glides over my clit and my toes curl as a tingling unfurls there. He nudges the hood back with his thumb and laves this sensitive bud of flesh until I whimper and buck my groin up into his face, trying to access more of this delicious pleasure he has to give.

  Fingers part my wet slit and stroke up and down, making me tug his hair harder. He teases my wet opening with his thumb, swirling circles over it and barely entering me. While he does this, he sucks my clit deep into his mouth and flicks his tongue back and forth over it. I’m so close to coming and I beg him to fuck me.

  Smiling down at me, he glides his thick, hard cock up and down between my pussy lips. I try and arch up, bring him inside me, but he holds up a finger and shakes it.

  “Not yet,” he says. “First you have to tell me who you really want, who you really love.”

  I feel my face pinch in a frown of frustration as I shake my head at him. “I can’t.” My reply is a breathy pant I’m so needy with desire. “I want you both, love you both. Please don’t make me choose.”

  His face becomes a hard granite façade of disapproval. “Not good enough.” He gets up off the bed, grabs a pair of jeans from a chair, and walks out of the room, leaving me horny as hell and on the brink of coming.

  “Where are you going?” I shout after him.

  “Giving you some time to think,” he calls back. “Giving myself some time to think.”

  I grab a pillow and bite down hard on the fluffy material to keep myself from screaming. I’m so pissed and sexually frustrated I could easily break something. Stalking out of the apartment, I decide I’ll go bake some banana bread and try not to smash dishes.

  ***

  A week later I find myself at Luke’s country estate. I’ve been to his home many times over the two months Jake and I have been working for him. Dom Luke tells me he’s rich, but not as rich as the top elites who own Surrender Inc. The Twelve, he calls them.

  He lives on a small six acre estate, surrounded by a stone and wood fence. The place might be modest by a millionaire’s comparison but it’s palatial to me. The home is Tudor style with decorative half timbering around the front window that juts out and around two on either side of it. The larger window looms above an arched green pair of doors with old fashioned hinges. The steeply sloped roof has a false thatched look and prominent cross gables.

  Right now, under a full summer moon, Dom Luke and I walk through the garden he keeps out back. He does a lot of the work himself, he tells me, but does employ a gardener.

  “I often find myself out here with David.” He laughs. “This is my meditation.” He points to a row of foxgloves in hues of soft pink, light purple, and white.

  We stop to sit on a stone bench with lions carves into its feet.

  “Will Jake be joining us for our performance at Sanctuary?” He looks displeased, and I feel guilty about having to run to him yet again to tell him his other employee has run off in a temper tantrum.

  “Yes, he called to say he’ll be there,” I tell him, avoiding his piercing blue eyes as I do so.

  “He hasn’t come home yet, though.” It’s a statement, not a question. “Where is he staying?”

  I choke on my next words. “At Kaley’s.”

  “You’re still angry with her?” Dom Luke’s question holds a note of challenge.

  I look at him, finding his eyebrow quirked up and an all knowing smile on his lips that I hate in that moment.

  Shrugging, I say, “I know I’m probably being childish. If I can have more than one lover, why can’t he?”

  He nods. “You share me, you could share her, too. Did you really need to fire the poor girl?”

  I spluttered at his nonchalant attitude. “That’s different! It’s a job with you. And I reacted badly, but he did it to goad me into—” I bite my lip to stop the confession falling from my lips.

  Dom Luke gives a curious frown. He takes my hand as he moves closer. The heat of him pressed against me speeds up my heart.

  “Goad you into what, my love?”

  His hot breath fans the side of my face and I swallow. “Nothing.”

  His hand wraps possessively around my hip, pulling me even tighter to his side. Now the heat from our bodies melts together. I lick my suddenly dry lips.

  “He hasn’t returned home. You two are still angry with each other. It must’ve been something. Something big.” Now he grips my chin and turns my head, forcing me to meet those glacial blue eyes. “Tell me.”

  I inhale slow and deep, swallow hard again. My eyelids want to flutter closed, but I know Dom Luke will demand I look at him when I speak the truth. “He wanted me to choose between you and him. He told me he loves me. But I told him I couldn’t choose because I love you both.” The last part of my confession drops to a whisper.

  “My darling.” He pinches my chin and draws me nearer for a kiss. “Why did you wait so long to tell me? I love you, too.”

  “So long?” I chuckle against his lips, then shiver as his tongue coaxes mine apart. “It’s only been a couple months since I met you.”

  He laughs in return and says, “Sometimes you know right away when something is perfect,” before his tongue slips deeper and our mouths crush together.

  His scorching kiss trails from my lips to my neck as his hand moves over the front of my summer dress. I open my legs as his fingers slip closer to my pussy. His palm pushes up the filmy hem and molds to my knee. His kiss leaves me breathless and needy for release as his hand moves higher, higher. A thumb presses the thin, lacy panel separating my sex from his touch and then it’s gone.

  I mewl in disappointment as he ends the kiss, too. My eyes flutter open as his knuckles sweep over my cheek.

  “You’ve been a very naughty girl, haven’t you, Mistress?” His eyes flash and his crooked smile is full of wicked intent. “Keeping secrets from me and Jake, terrifying a lusty nanny.”

  I can’t help but chuckle at that, but he stills my lips with a finger pressed firmly to them.

  “I think you need to be disciplined,” he almost growls. “Right here and right now.”

  Dom Luke swiftly strips me of my summer dress, leaving me in nothing but my wispy panties. He strips down to his expensive trousers and tells me to kneel in the cool green grass at the edge of the bench. I obey, pressing my cheek to the polished, marble-like seat. He kneels behind me long enough to bind my wrists with his silky, striped tie.

  “What do we do with bad girls, Mistress?” he whispers in my ear, his warm, sculpted chest pressing against my bare back as he does so.

  “We spank them,” I say, my voice going raspy. “We spank them and fuck them.”

  He gives a dark laugh. “If you want a fucking, you’ll have to take your punishment first.”

  His hand meets my ass cheek with a loud smack that leaves it burning, chasing away the coolness of the summer night’s kiss. Fingers slide up my goose pimpled inner thigh and move with agonizing slowness toward my sex. I swivel my hips, trying to get closer to his touch, and his hand cracks against my butt again. The stinging makes my labia pulse with wanton want and I gasp.

  Finally his fingers skim over my damp slit, but he flits the tips over my clit oh so briefly. I moan in frustration when they drift away. Both hands return to my ass and his palms mold to my plump cheeks, stroking away the pain. This makes my sex throb harder, and I want his fingers inside me, his cock inside me, but I mustn’t cry out or he’ll stop as further punishment.

  One hand slithers back up my inner thigh and his fingers trace circles over the soft, sensitive skin while he kneads my butt cheek with the other. I fist my own fingers around the silky tie at my wrists, panting as I wait for his touch.

  “Don’t come until I tell you to,” he says, his voice ragged with lust. “I want you shivering with need before you orgasm. It’ll be so much sweeter when you let go.”

  He pr
esses a kiss to the small of my back while he spreads my labia. His touch traces my wet folds but still he avoids my clitoris and doesn’t enter me. I moan and beg in a breathless whisper, which earns me another sharp rap on the butt.

  Finally his touch slides over my clit. He grinds his thumb into the swelling nub and I almost come right then, but I hold off as I’m told. My hips have a mind of their own, however, and they arch backward into his caress, greedy for his strokes. I’m thankful he doesn’t punish me for this.

  He rolls my clit between a thumb and finger while he sweeps tiny kisses and small bites up the length of my spine. I whimper and tremble, biting my lip to keep from begging, “Please, let me come. Please, fuck me now.”

  One finger holds back the hood of my clit while the other glides over it again and again. I can’t stop my hips from moving in time with his touch. My breath is shallow and rapid.

  He places a kiss to my shoulder then asks, “Would you like to come, Mistress? Beg for release, my love.”

  “Yes, please…” I manage to get out. “Please let me come. Please fuck me.”

  He gives a lothario’s laugh. “You may come. Spill your juices all over my fingers and then I’ll fuck my bad girl until she comes again.”

  He rubs my clit faster, swirling circles over the swollen bead of flesh and giving it those delicious pinches. I rock against his hand and my mouth opens in a silent scream as the orgasm bursts deep in my pelvis and ripples out, making every inch of my skin shiver.

  “Good girl.” He laps me clean, telling me I can’t come as he does so. I must save the next climax for his cock. He wants to feel me squeeze him tight, and when he tells me this I grow hotter and wetter still.

  He takes off his pants then he strokes his thick cock between my butt cheeks, slides it between my seeping labia, before grinding the fat glans into my clitoris. Renewed bliss shoots out from this center and makes me thump my ass backward, begging him to fuck me.

  His thick shaft slides deep inside, stretching me wide. I coo as his thrusts take on a slow, sensual rhythm. My face presses tighter into the polished stone seat of the bench. The cool, short grass cushions our knees as our bodies become one.