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  “Not so fast, sinful man. Let’s just say we have Mick eating out of our hands.” Technically she had won, right? Now to finally get Mick and Nicky together was her next shameless goal and her men were going to help her, whether they liked it or not.

  “Yep, there’s that vixen in need look. She’s planning something,” Jonathan chalked the stick.

  “Hmm…okay, you’re right. But I have more than one thing up my sleeve.” Veronica leaned in and brushed her lips across Travis’, breathing in his woodsy scent. As a trickle of her juice eased into her panties, she sighed. Life with not one but two men was incredible.

  “Careful or I’ll throw you over this pool table and consume you,” Travis breathed.

  “I dare you,” Veronica whispered.

  Travis nodded to Jonathan and in an instant, jerked her up onto the soft felt, pushing her down as he spread her legs wide. “You think we won’t take you right here in front of these rugged men, sunshine?” Leaning over her, he captured her mouth, pressing his tongue past her lips.

  “Ooh la la,” Jonathan murmured.

  The roar of passion sent shivers down her spine. This was the exact location where their ménage had started and she could envision the three of them fucking like wild animals while the others in the bar cheered them on. Veronica wrapped her arms around his neck as he ground his throbbing cock into her belly, sending a series of vibrant colors across her field of vision. Holy moly, the man knew how to kiss.

  He dragged her to the edge of the table and positioned her just so her skirt crawled up her thighs, exposing her fuchsia lace panties.

  Whimpering into the kiss, the position was perfect for his covered cock to slide against her cunt, the slip of material creating a level of friction that almost caused her to climax on the spot.

  “Holy fuck! Look at those two. Damn brother, we got entertainment.” The voice was gruff.

  “Eh, they do it all the time.” The older man chuckled.

  “Now, now you two. Are you going to do the show all by yourself or can I get in the middle?” Jonathan leaned over and kissed her forehead as he traced a line down her cheek with the tip of his finger.

  When Travis broke the kiss, he nipped her bottom lip as he slid his hand under her tight tee shirt, cupping and kneading her breast. “You ready for more, bad girl?” Turning slightly, he winked as Jonathan hovered nearby. “Don’t worry, lover boy. You and I are going to teach a lesson to this out of control girl.”

  Every part of her body quivered from his brazen actions. The sounds of the men in the dark bar egging them on, she brushed her hand down his chest slowly trying to get to his dick. Pressing a single finger past the tight waistband of his jeans, Veronica sighed when she reached his cock. “Yes, much more. Tell me, can you handle the heat?” Brushing her finger back and forth across the head, she could feel his heart pounding in his chest.

  “I see what you mean,” Jonathan breathed as he grazed his finger down and across her covered nipple.

  Travis squeezed her breast roughly before removing his hand and patting her leg. “You tease. You'll get it when you get home. I mean Japanese bondage and a heavy round of flogging.”

  As her lover helped her off the table with a kiss, she felt flushed from the slice of passion and the delicious anticipation of what they’d do to her later. She loved when they tied her up, disciplining her relentlessly until she was left breathless and begging them to fuck her. That’s when they heightened the level of torture and engaged in licking every inch of her body while she was forced to watch. Holding the kiss with the back of her hand, she blinked furiously trying to regain her composure.

  “Our girl is thinking,” Travis chortled.

  “As always,” Jonathan added.”

  “I’m not that bad,” she insisted.

  “Yes, you are,” they said at the same time.

  She longed to wield the whip before succumbing completely to their total domination, hence the little game she proposed. Somehow, she had a feeling that wasn’t going to happen. The wretched feelings about her past behavior had nearly driven her insane and she had almost fessed up to Mick two days ago. Now that Mick had agreed and Nicky had been such a willing participant, maybe everything was going to work out just dandy. Granted, she was going to need help with her nefarious plan, even if it meant conceding to the bet. Besides, living the life of a taken woman was her fantasy, wasn’t it? Licking her lips, she looked back and forth between her men.

  “Now, what are you up to?” Travis grabbed his beer, taking a large sip.

  She grinned.

  “Speak now or your whipping will be worse.” Jonathan leaned in, allowing his hot breath to cascade across her naked skin.

  “Tell me boys, have you ever performed nearly naked on an electric horse before?” Veronica mused.

  As the entire contents of his mouth spewed all over her, Travis coughed. “Shit. What?”

  Jonathan laughed. “I think we need to hear this one in private.”

  The morning dawned far too early in Nicky’s mind. She lay in bed staring at the ceiling fan, wondering what in the hell she’d done. Kicking her feet, the throbbing in her head reminded her. She’d managed to delve into the very depths of hell. “Jesus Christ, what did you do?” Envisioning Mick and the way he looked at her was exhilarating. Yes, she’d wanted him for so long, imagining a romantic night of candlelight, music, a wonderful dinner with wine.

  Closing her eyes, she willed the sultry event away. Why? Hell, everyone knew she and Mick would end up in bed together but to do it in the supply room of his restaurant? Was she out of her mind? Did she care was the real question and would she have another opportunity? The spanking had been the most unexpected moment and exactly what she needed. Now she groaned. A controlling man? Her little voice was giving her a high five.

  Turning her head slowly, she glared at the clock. The weekly staff meeting was in an hour and a half. Get out of bed! Grumbling, she slowly sat up and the woozy feeling kept her right where she was for several minutes. Her entire body aching, she groaned before placing her head into her hands and instantly, the tingling of her aching muscles sent a series of shivers directly deep inside her cunt.

  The man was large enough that she was going to feel him for the rest of the day. Why did she think the words, like the dazzling event, were such a horrible thing? The sex had been carnal, incredible and his kisses reminded her of ones she could do for a long time lounging in front of a roaring fire. The taste of his sweet cum somehow remained in her mouth, or perhaps it was his musky scent, which was all male, that she wore on every inch of her body. Either way, she was in deep shit.

  Nicky French was falling hard for the rough-hewn man who could have any girl he wanted. For some reason, he wanted her. So why did she feel guilty? Because you’re just going to be a number with him, stupid. You fucked him and now he’s going to forget you exist. Damn, she hated her little voice, the ridiculous yin and yang, but sadly, that’s absolutely what she expected. He was a ride ‘em hard and leave ‘em fast kind of guy. Every time she was at the restaurant she saw him with a different girl hanging all over him. Then there was that nagging feeling she had locked away in the back of her mind ever since the day she had snooped in his office. Stop it!

  Finally managing to rise to her feet, she grumbled all the way into the bathroom, reminding herself to schedule a cat scan. She eyed her reflection and laughed. The combination of ugly bags from drinking and the warm glow of being freshly fucked just didn’t seem right. After a few seconds of gawking she became defiant, sticking her middle finger into the air. Climbing into the shower, she prayed that Mick would forget the entire damning, wonderful, delicious experience.

  There wasn’t a part of her body that didn’t ache from his rough and rugged taking of her. She grabbed the bath sponge, her legs trembling as she thought about his tempting cock, thrusting in and out of her hard and fast. She slid the netting down and back up her body, concentrating on her breasts, circling the mesh around
and around until her nipples became rock hard. Breathing deeply, Nicky eased back against the cold tile, realizing she was turned on as hell. Lord girl, what’s gotten into you?

  Nicky adjusted the showerhead and tossed the sponge to the side as she spread her legs open. Reaching up, she grabbed her waterproof vibrator and flipped the switch. Would a little pleasure hurt? Exhaling slowly, she brushed the vibrating tip across her lips, enjoying the sensations of the pulsating action. As she eased the thick, hot pink toy down her chin, she traced a lazy set of circles over her nipple. Closing her eyes, Nicky could envision the sheer rapture dancing across his face as she sucked his big, fat cock, squeezing his balls until he groaned.

  When she pinched her nipple, she winced as the slice of pain forced a trickle of her juice to ooze down her thigh. Nicky pressed the toy down her stomach slowly, excitement surging through her. Masturbating was a wonderful treat but there was no doubt self-satisfaction wasn’t nearly as good as the real thing. “Mmm. God, Mick, what have you done to me?” She panted and teased her swollen clit, sliding the toy back and forth as she took her other nipple between her fingers, clenching as hard as she could stand.

  “Shit!” The dichotomy of pain and pleasure forced her legs to quiver, threatening to drop her to her knees. She grazed the toy around her clit in circle after luxurious circle as her pussy muscles clenched. Pressing the vibrator down, she opened her legs wider as a blatant offering, wishing to God that Mick were there to eat her with ravenous abandon. Every sinful thought about the rugged man who knew exactly how to turn her on made her want more. Pushing just the tip of the toy inside her wet heat, she moaned and grabbed the shower bar, struggling to remain on her feet.

  Nicky thrust the entire length of the toy inside her cunt, just the way Mick had done with his cock, taking her to new heights of complete ecstasy with a single stroke. “Oh God!” Blinking furiously, her muscles gripped the vibrating invasion, dragging it further into the deep recesses of her pussy. She panted, her breathing ragged as she flipped the switch to high.

  Instantly she jerked away from the wall as the tingling sensations burned within her, sending a shower of electric jolts coursing through her system. On fire and hungry as hell, she thrust the toy in and out harder and faster, as her blood sizzled from the wild actions. Her heart thumping, she could hear the echo in her ears as she continued pushing in again and again.

  As she tried to focus, Nicky bit back the scream, fearful her townhouse neighbors would call the police. The thought giving her a bubbling chuckle, she plunged the delicious toy in harder still and could feel the orgasm just on the cusp. Nicky pinched her nipple; sending current skating down her spine. Self-pleasure always sent her mind into overdrive and as she slid to her knees, the water cascading down across her body like a dancing waterfall, she threw her head back and roared.

  The first climax became two, then the wave struck her until she could no longer move. Nicky breathed in and out as she struggled to control her blood pressure. “Oh. My. God.” Moaning, she pressed the back of her hand over her mouth. She eased her hand down to her ass. While the spanking hadn’t been hard, she could still feel a slight burn. What if this occurred every day?

  When she finally opened her eyes, she could envision Mick’s sexy as hell face staring back at her, beckoning her, wanting more. Swallowing hard, Nicky fought to stand, her legs shaking. “Mick, oh, Mick, what am I going to do with you?” Then again, what the hell was she going to do about their torrid affair? She groaned and thought about nothing else but running away to a foreign country and hiding in the jungle. This isn’t like you, girl. Go for the man. Right.

  Nicky managed to finish her shower and selected a sultry scarlet dress that hugged every curve perfectly. She eyed the girl staring back at her and smiled. The rosy glow remained and the spark in her eye had returned. Perhaps the little adventure of Riding the Wild Pony was just what she needed. Yes, she could imagine the electric event. The night was also going to entail a delicious contest, or so she heard. Pursing her lips, she applied a flaming red lipstick and stood back. “Not bad.”

  There was no time for coffee. Grabbing her purse and keys, she headed out the door, fumbling with her phone until she almost dropped it. As she continued walking, suddenly a hard thud stopped her cold. “Shit!”

  “Hello, luv.”

  “Shit!” Stumbling backwards, Nicky gaped at Mick, savoring every part of him including his mischievous grin and the way his hair flowed in the early morning breeze. The vision alone left her feeling dizzy. Whew, dear God, why does he have to look like a stud muffin? “What are you doing here?” Then again, why did her voice have to sound like a high school freshman?

  “I wanted to see you alone. I thought perhaps we could do lunch today.” As he brushed both hands down the length of her arms, he shrugged and kicked his steel-toed boot into the wet grass.

  “Lunch?” Blinking furiously, surprised at his casual behavior she would never have guessed he was capable of. Mick St. Simons was hot under the engines and roaring to go all the time. “Um…” What the hell was she supposed to say?

  “Besides, I owe you a pair of panties,” Mick grinned as he pulled the torn flimsy lace from his back pocket.

  Her mouth suddenly cotton dry, she snatched them from his hand and stuffed them into her purse, embarrassment riding her like a horrible rash. “Thanks.”

  He stepped back, his eyes darting back and forth across hers. “I can tell by the look on your face that you’re really bothered by what happened between us.”

  Nicky sighed. “I don’t know what to say. I really don’t.”

  “Say what’s in your heart. I don’t want you to hate what happened. I know we’ve sparred and fought, flirted and done our share of dirty dancing, luv. I can tell you I thoroughly enjoyed our time.” The grin became infectious.

  Nibbling on her bottom lip, she had difficulty looking into his sensuous eyes. The blistering fantasy of masturbating while she imagined him burned into her mind. “I guess I just need time to think about what I did.”

  “What you did? You mean the wonderful dabble into ecstasy?” His voice husky, Mick drew her into the heat of his body. He brushed his lips over hers, darting his tongue out to trace a sensuous line across the seam of her mouth. Breathing a swath of hot air, he lifted her chin and captured her mouth, pressing his tongue past her lips. As if drinking in her essence, Mick held her tightly against him, grinding his hips back and forth across her belly, reminding her how much he wanted her.

  Nicky fell into the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck, entwining her fingers in his long locks as her heart raced. Feeling the sizzle of her blood and the quiver deep in her cunt, she closed her eyes, savoring the feeling of the strong man. It was at that moment she realized she could succumb to his bold moves until she was left wanting more. The realization instantly terrified her and she pushed against him, breaking the kiss.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing.” Yet she pulled completely out of his arms.

  “Whoa, girl. I know you too well. I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Mick’s face was full of concern.

  She shook her head. “No, of course not. I just… I just need time, Mick, okay? I was intoxicated when I… when we… when, oh hell. I just want to make sure I know what I’m doing.”

  “I understand,” Mick said quietly as he took a step back and wiped her lipstick off his mouth. “I just wanted you to know that the time we shared was wonderful and while you were initially doing that to win me over, I felt you, us. We…” He looked away and shook his head. “I would like to see you, Nicky. You know that. I understand that what happened between us is troubling you, but please know that I want to be with you. I adore you and have since the day I met you. I can see by your face you think I’m fucking with you. Eh… I get it.” Turning away, his face held a haunted look.

  “No. Mick.” Why did his words trouble her so much? She had been so damn prepared to have him but stay cold as ice. This was not something
she was equipped to deal with. “I don’t know what to say.”

  Mick held out his hand and shook his head. As he took a step back he sighed. “I'll give you time, of course, but I hope you'll consider just having lunch with me. I’m not the man you think I am.”

  Cocking her head, Nicky realized she owed them both that much, but the fear dwelled within her to the point she had no idea what to say. “I have a full day ahead of me but I’m meeting the girls for dinner on Saturday night to go over plans. We’ll talk then, okay?” God, she felt like a terrible person. Now she was considering fucking and running.

  For a few seconds Mick said nothing. “I understand. I’ll be there. Maybe we could at least have a drink together.”

  “Maybe.”

  He nodded as he slid his hands in his pockets. “I hope you’ll call me. Okay? I’m not such a bad guy.”

  “Mick, I…” Suddenly a chill trickled down her spine.

  “Yeah. I get it, luv. I really do.”

  As she watched him turn, lowering his head and moving slowly down the driveway toward his car, her body trembled from desire and irrational fear. My God, she was turning him away.

  Turning briefly, Mick smiled and tipped his head.

  He offered the kind of look meant to tempt, yet her heart waivered. She could very easily fall in love with him and it was the last thing in the world she needed. No, there was no way she could trust a man again.

  Nicky watched him get in his car as she walked to her car. What is wrong with you? The old feeling of mind-numbing anxiety swept her system. Mick was so different than her horrible-shit-of-a-man-ex-Tim-asshole, but could she learn to trust any man again? Every screaming sensation roaring through her body told her that she was far from being done with Mick St. Simon.

  She prayed that her heart would remain intact throughout the incredible experience.

  Mick started the engine, revving the Viper as he watched her getting into her car. Why did this sexy filly get to him? Sighing, he brushed his hand through his hair and threw the car into gear, jerking away from the curb. In all his years, he’d never met such a difficult lady in his life. Staring in the rearview mirror, he felt his cock twitch. Nicky was not only a tough woman but she was vivacious, breathtaking. He laughed as he envisioned her gorgeous face, filled with a look of surprise and hunger when she took him into her mouth. Boy, she’d caught him off guard coming into the storeroom.