To Robin, David, and Pauline – thanks for saving me. I don’t know what I’d have done without you. You’re a true Godsend.
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Charity “Char” Reynolds stared at Dr. Dexter Graham, her eyes narrowed, her heart doing the cha-cha while mathematical calculations flew around in her head. He was gorgeous with his dark, five o’clock shadow, the sexy glint in his eyes, and his broad, powerful shoulders. If it weren’t for that smirk on his lips, he’d be perfect. But he was far from it. He only looked perfect.
The good doctor was a bad boy through and through. It was a toss up whether he mended or broke more hearts. His record on the operating room table was stellar. Off, however, was horrendous. He’d broken so many hearts with that killer smile and huge dimples he should be thrown into solitary confinement for the rest of his miserable life.
Amy Koch, the hospital’s chief administrator, adjusted the microphone with her only hand. Then she tapped the instrument and blew into it. “Can you hear me?”
When the sound from the mic blasted through Char’s head, she clapped her hands over her ears in self-preservation. “Have mercy, woman.”
Once her brain stopped spinning and she was able to see again, she looked over a sea of other people holding their ears. Tentatively, she removed one hand, keeping it close just in case the mic went crazy again.
So far so good.Slowly, she lowered her other hand but kept it at the ready as she warily kept her eye on Amy.
Although, she felt sorry for Amy since the car wreck that had amputated the administrator’s left arm, that she couldn’t find anything to like about her caused her to war with feelings of guilt and distrust. Even before the accident, Amy had only been out for number one, stepping on anybody in her way, claiming it was for the greater good. Now people overlooked her mean tempered whining-until they came into her sights. Char had been dead centre in Amy’s far too often. As head surgical nurse, she and Amy butted heads daily.
“Welcome to our first annual charity auction.” Amy beamed at the audience and batted her fake lashes. When she moved, the spotlight made her rhinestones shoot laser beams around the room.
Amy clapped her hand against the mic and shot a grin as fake as her lashes at the audience. “I hope your cheque books are fat and happy and your fingers are itching to write outrageous amounts for the new children’s wing. Let’s get this thing off the ground tonight!”
Cheering anew deafened Char, and her lips stretched so tightly over her teeth they ached.
Her best friend, Beth, another surgical nurse, elbowed her. She rubbed her hands together, and there was a hungry gleam in her eyes. “My cheque book’s ready, willing and able. I moved money from savings to bid on Dr. Hottie.”
It was all Char could do to hold her smile in place and not growl at the sweet strawberry blonde. Since she’d never breathed a word about her brief fling with Dr. Hottie, she couldn’t accuse her friend of trying to steal her ex-boyfriend, yet her claws extended and her skin crawled. When her throat stopped constricting, she said as airily as possible, “Oh, really? Great minds think alike. Me, too.”
Their third musketeer, Jody, a surgical intern jumped up and down and waved her psychedelic-coloured cheque book in their faces. “Me three! Let’s do a ménage à trois with him and have our wicked way.”
Beth scrunched her nose at the perky child. With a duh hanging in her voice, she said, “Ew. I don’t want to see your naked tits. Besides a ménage à trois is three and there would be four of us.”
The three of them would be much too good for the louse. What she wanted to do to him involved whips, chains and video. He’d be so sorry he’d ever broken her heart…
“Aw shucks.” Jody scrunched her nose and pouted. “You two make three times as much as me. I’ll be lucky if I can buy Dr. Rob. I might as well go home since you two party poopers won’t share. It’s way too smoky in here anyway.” She covered her mouth with her hand and coughed as if to add emphasis.
Char’s gaze landed on Dr. Hunky, aka Ben Price, plastic surgeon to the rich and ritzy Boca Babes. “What about Dr. Hunky? He’s mighty cute.”
Jody rolled her eyes and shook her head. “Yeah, right. He’ll go for big bucks, too. I don’t stand a prayer.”
Char gave her friend’s thin shoulders a commiserative squeeze and worried when she felt her boniness. Still, she wasn’t ready to share that her great Aunt Laila had recently left her several hundred thousand dollars or that she had planned to share some with charity anyway. If she could get a little fun out of the deal, why not?
She whispered in Jody’s ear. “I’ll let you in on a secret. Dr. Hottie’s a big jerk. Don’t be fooled by those dreamy eyes or those firm, kissable lips, or his artistic, sculpted hands…”
Beth’s emerald eyes widened, and she shook Char’s arm. “Oh no! He’s gotten to you, too?”
Char stiffened her spine and her resolve. She lifted her chin a notch, turned on her heel and shot a lethal glare at Dr. Hottie. It was easier to think of him as the heart-breaking monster than as the sweet, lovable, adorable Dexter. ”You’re mine, sucker.”
Beth got in her face and snapped her fingers. “If he’s that terrible, don’t waste your money. Buy Dr. Hunky or Dr. Casey.”
Amy motioned for the crowd to quiet, and when they didn’t she made the mic whine again. As half the population of the room moaned, she gave her evil smile. “That’s better. Since we’ve had so many special requests for Doctors Hottie and Hunky-I mean Doctors Dexter Graham and Ben Price, I’m going to start the bidding with Dr. Graham then Dr. Price so that you won’t hold onto all that wonderful cash of yours for them.”
Amy winked at the rest of the bullpen. “Sorry, fellows. Maybe you should work out more before next year’s auction if you want to bring in bigger bucks.”
Several of the men on stage gaped at her. One walked off.
Jody hissed. “Bitch!”
“That’s ‘Major Bitch’, sweetie.” Beth returned Amy’s venomous glare.
“Don’t worry. She’ll get hers. Those guys don’t forgive and forget easily.” Char didn’t doubt her prediction for a moment. She’d seen these doctors in action for too many years. If the elite of Boca got wind of half their shenanigans, they’d be out on their collective asses so fast they couldn’t wink.
Amy crooked her red-painted fingernail at Dexter. “Why don’t you join me, Dr. Hottie, so we can get things hopping? You don’t mind if I call you that, do you, sugar?”
Dexter winked broadly at Amy then stood and bowed to the audience. He swaggered over to the administrator. “Not if you don’t mind me doing this.” Without warning, he bent Amy over his arm and kissed her hard on the lips.
The audience stomped and yelled. Jody snarled at Amy. “He’s slipping her tongue.”
“I told you not to trust him.” Char folded her arms over her breasts and glared at the big lummox. How dare he!
Despite the stifling heat of the ballroom, she shivered. Boy, is he ever going to get his and good!
Dexter peeked at Charity Reynolds, woman of his dreams and the one who had gotten away. He wondered if he was doing enough to make her jealous and to make her outbid everyone else for him?
Would she bid at all?
Since she’d supposedly caught him with another woman, she’d shunned him. She’d marked his letters “Return to Sender” and blocked his emails. She wouldn’t listen to him or stay in a room with him unless the job demanded it.
Not a masochist, he was about to give up on her. Self-flagellation wasn’t his thing. He had a roomful of panting women dying to buy him for a night so why should he hold out for one who didn’t want him?
The thought creeped him out. Was it his fault if women chased him and slipped their room keys and panties into his pockets? He needed to hire a bodyguard to keep them at bay.
But tonight was different. He was here for the kids, kids like his little sister Debbie who had died of cancer shortly before a cure had been found. Tears threatened to spill from his eyes and ruin his macho act, so he banished the gloomy thoughts.
Instead, he snuck a glance at the buxom brunette who starred in his nightly dreams, but now glared at him with daggers in her eyes. Their gazes locked, and Char’s narrowed to mere slits, cold as glaciers.
A chill coursed through him, but he forced back his shudders. If that wouldn’t ruin his rep…
Amy fanned herself and sidled up to him. “Can this man ever kiss! Whew! He’s worth every penny and more, ladies. Do I hear five hundred dollars to start?”
Dex nearly swallowed his tongue. When almost every female hand in the room frantically waved, he did a double take. Keys and panties were one thing, but so much money?
He tamped down his shyness. Making his voice husky as possible he said, “It’s for the kids. And I promise you a night you’ll never forget.”
Catcalls echoed from the rafters. Stomping shook the building. “How far will you go, Dr. Hottie? Second base? Home plate?”
“Is the SWAT team on call?” he whispered to Amy. He hoped so. This group could turn into an angry, ugly mob in a snap.
Amy clamped his arm tighter to her side. “Don’t worry so much. I’ll fire anyone who steps out of line, and they know it.”
Dex thought about that, and knowing she was right, his heart resumed its normal beat. He smiled at Char, daring her to bid higher.
“Do I hear one thousand dollars?”
Half the hands went down amidst a disappointed grumble.
Dex was heartened when Char’s hand remained high and unwavering. He willed her to stay in the war ‘til the end, then finally, he’d get her alone to talk to her. He was worried, though, that several of the wealthy Boca Babes were in the audience. He doubted Char could outbid them if they wanted him badly enough.
Amy quivered as though she’d orgasm, and embarrassed, Dex tried to pull away. But like a leech, Amy clung tightly. “Do I hear fifteen hundred dollars?”
“Hell with this.” Simone Duchaine, one of the Boca elite and Amy’s best friend who’d been chasing Dex for years, pushed her way through the crowd. “I’ll give you fifty thousand dollars. I dare anyone to top that.”
Dexter’s heart slammed into his feet. No way could Char match that.
But Char climbed on a chair, cupped her hands around her mouth and yelled, “Fifty-one thousand dollars!”
The crowd roared as her friends Beth and Jody tried to pull her down. But Char stayed standing on her chair.
Simone smiled and purred like a cat, “Sixty thousand dollars!”
When Char came back with “Sixty-one thousand,” as if it was chump change, Simone tossed down her cheque book and rounded on her opponent.
Simone marched up to Char, her fists balled on her hips. “Seventy thousand!”
Char laughed and said in Simone’s face with glee, “Seventy-one thousand.”
Worried how Char would pay if she won, that she’d cost the hospital a lot of much needed funds and get herself fired, Dex tried to wave her off. Still, his chest puffed out and his cock flexed that she wanted him so badly that she’d lost her mind.
To his astonishment, Simone and Char dickered all the way up to one-hundred-one thousand dollars before Simone stomped off.
“Nurse Reynolds wins Dr. Hottie. Better luck next year, ladies.” Amy gave Char a wary look. “‘Fess up, Charity. Are you really good for it?”
Char squared her shoulders, wrote the cheque and sashayed up to Amy. “Oh yeah. Call my bank if you don’t believe me. I live in Boca, don’t I?”
Dex did a double take. Was Char rich? She didn’t strike him as a spoiled Boca Babe. She was hard-working and dedicated. In fact, she was too assiduous, as if she had no other life. Thank God she didn’t fit the mould of a vapid, selfish Boca Babe. He couldn’t stand the breed.
In shock but eager for their night to begin, Dex shot a sexy grin to his mistress for an evening.
Char caught Dexter’s victorious, haughty glance and kicked herself. Oy! He must imagine she was hooked on him. So must the entire hospital staff. What had she done, bidding so high? What had possessed her?
Simone Duchaine, for one. The socialite and her cutting remarks had gotten under Charity’s skin again. That and her mindless need for revenge had been her undoing.
Several people wished her congratulations. Others snubbed her, their noses high in the air. Some regarded her as if she was one of America ’s Most Wanted.
Beth took her aside and put her hand to her forehead. “You can’t afford this. Are you nuts?”
Char rubbed at the beginnings of an achy head as she regarded her friend and wondered just how much she should divulge. Finally, she admitted, “But I can.”
Beth tucked her hair behind her ears and adjusted her glasses higher on her nose. “A few months ago, you were sweating about paying your property taxes. What gives?”
Char crossed her heart and looked into her friend’s eyes. “My great Aunt Laila recently left me a nice inheritance. She was like a grandmother to me. She didn’t have any kids so she doted on my dad and me.”
Beth hugged her then shook her head. “Lucky you! I wish some of my feisty old relatives would hurry up and kick the bucket and leave me a wad of cash. I’m tired of living paycheque to paycheque.”
Aghast and disbelieving, Char shook her finger at her best friend. “Beth! No, you don’t. Take that back.”
“Well, I guess not. None of them are rich, anyway, but I wouldn’t wish that on them. So what are you going to do with Dr. Hottie?”
“Oh, you know. Whips, chains, torture, and all that good shit.” Char knew Beth would never believe the truth, not from her. No one ever believed she could be bad, and she was sick of being the good girl all the time, but sometimes it worked to her advantage. She could get away with a lot-if she wanted.
Beth guffawed and screwed up her lips. “Yeah right. I mean for real?”
Char tossed her a Cheshire cat smile and shrugged. “I told you.”
Beth still looked quizzical but stopped pushing her for answers.
When they re-entered the smoky, noisy room, Dexter still gloated up on the stage, galling her. “Look at him, so smug and self-righteous. Now he really thinks he’s hot shit.”
“And just whose fault is that?” Beth said in a sing song voice as she poked Char in the ribs.
“I do believe I created a monster.” More of a monster. She should be flogged.
“Shush!” Beth jumped on the chair and wildly waved her arms. “It’s Dr. Hunky’s turn. I want a hot night, too.”
Revelation struck Char square between the eyes and suddenly, she knew what she had to do. Although Beth gave her questioning, malicious glares, she kept bidding until she won Dr. Hunky at thirty-five thousand dollars.
Dex glared at her, too, and shook his head as he slumped in his chair. His flesh looked grey, but it must be a trick of the lighting.
Amy tapped her fingers on the mic and looked ready to eat metal. “Aren’t you being a tad greedy, Reynolds, buying both dreamboats?”
Char climbed on stage. “Do you want the money or not? Is anyone willing to go higher? It’s all for the kids, right? So give me some competition people!”
Several pairs of eyes lowered and several other heads shook as a grumble echoed through the crowd. After several moments of waiting, Char asked Amy, “Well, what’s the verdict? Do you want my cheque for Dr. Hunky, too? Or not?”
Amy glowered but snatched the second cheque, passed it to her assistant and mumbled under her breath, “Call the bank right away and make sure these are good.” Louder, she said to Char so that the entire audience could hear, “Are you done, or do you want them all?”
Char offered the most innocent look she could. “I’m done. When do I get to collect my booty?”
Dex looked like he was about to gag, and he bent his head over his knees and wrung his hands.
Ben slapped his thigh and laughed as if he got the joke and enjoyed being her partner in crime.
Her gaze bounced from man to man as she pondered which was hotter. It was a toss up, but she had no idea what to do with the extra man.
Simone slinked up like the snake she was. “I always knew you were a greedy bitch. I bet those cheques bounce to the moon. Or did you rob one of your geriatric patients?”
Char’s fists balled up, and her temperature sky-rocketed. She’d had enough of Simone’s bitchiness for three lifetimes.
When Char advanced on Simone, Beth and Jody caught her arms and spun her around. Then Beth pinched her arm hard. “Your men for a night are waiting for you. You don’t want to disappoint them.”
Char yelped and gave her friends a rueful look. She rubbed the sore spot on her arm hoping it wouldn’t bruise. When she checked it, there was no discolouration-yet. “Thanks.”
Jody gave her a lopsided grin. “What are you going to do with two men? I hope you have plenty of condoms. I know a place you can get a big stock for discount. Coloured. Flavoured. Ribbed. I’ll give you the address.”
Beth made a moue of her lips. “What a little slut you are. Who would’ve thunk? Gimme the address, too, while you’re at it.”
Char gulped but grew warm and gooey. It had been a long time since she’d needed condoms, and her pussy quaked at the idea of needing lots of them. Purrs rose in her throat, and she winked. “What do you think I’m going to do with two gorgeous men who are at my mercy? Play Tiddlywinks, of course.”
Beth’s laughter tinkled over the throng. “Of course. Good for you. It’s about time you got a life outside this hospital.”
Not liking the sound of that one bit, she wrinkled her nose and decided to evaluate her life when she got a free moment. Did she spend all her time here? All her friends were on staff. She didn’t know her neighbours. She hadn’t been to church in forever because she worked every Sunday and religious holiday.
Wait!
She knew the Chinese delivery man very well. And the pizza guy who delivered to the hospital. Didn’t they count? Every year, she gave them Christmas gifts, and she’d given them their own ring tones on her cell phone, too. “I have a very good life! One night won’t be the start of anything. Since when were you two closet romantics?”
Tingles attacked her, and the little voice inside her head taunted her. “Liar.”
With a vengeance, she shoved the darned thing away. Tonight would be fun, but that was it. Nothing more.
At that, her heart cried and crushed her chest. Dexter’s seductive smile flashed in her mind and her gut twisted with impossible sensations so she closed her eyes and willed him away. But he refused to get out of her skull.
Damn him!
Once and for all, she had to get him out of her system.
Dexter bristled. Why did Charity want Ben, too? His nemesis was a younger, flashier surgeon who loved ‘em and left ‘em faster than the sun rose and set-just what she’d wrongly accused him of doing.
He gritted his teeth and his fingernails dug into his palms. Women! He’d never understand the creatures, and Char was the most incomprehensible of them all.
Wishing he could read her mind, doubting he’d understand even then, he glared at her. The femme fatale merely tossed him a cool smile then beamed at the dork, Ben.
Was the head nurse trying to kill his ego? Or did she really have a thing for the other man?
Neither answer placated him. She might as well castrate him now and be done with it.
He tried to focus on Amy and all the money being raised to save kids like Debbie, but he couldn’t nudge Char completely out of his head.
“This is for you, Deb,” he murmured and forced his most charming smile to his lips, sauntered over to Amy and looped his arm around her shoulders. Then he took the mic. “A lot of you don’t know this, but I had a kid sister whom I adored. You’ve never met her and you never will because she died of cancer when she was nine and I was eleven. Two years after her death, a cure was found for her type of cancer because of generous benefactors like you. There are still a lot of families like mine, praying for miracles, and waiting for angels.”
He paused, trying to get control of the warble threatening to overcome his voice, and pointed to the crowd. After several moments, when he was able to speak again, he loosened his tie and undid the top button on his shirt then continued, “You’re their angels. I know that together we can still raise a lot more money to help. This is one of the richest communities in the world. If we can’t do it, no one can.”
As if Debbie had just died again, his heart broke and he swiped away errant tears. Sniffing, he accepted a tissue from Amy’s administrative assistant, Suzie, and dabbed his nose. God, he hated to cry in front of people. He lifted his eyes heavenward and could almost see Debbie with her angel’s wings hovering above, and he took courage from her.
Tears fell and tissues exchanged hands throughout the audience. Amy hugged him and announced, “Let’s do this for Debbie and kids like her. What do you say?”
Thunderous clapping rocked the room and bittersweet emotions fell over Dex.
The following weekend it was finally time for Char to cash in on her special night with Doctors Hottie and Hunky. Cold feet didn’t begin to describe how she felt. Iced feet was a lot more accurate. She waffled between downright terror and excitement.
Since she’d bought two men, she’d hired two limos to pick them up and bring them to the rented hotel suite.
Shaking, asking herself for the billionth time what had been in her pea brain when she’d set up this fiasco, she triple checked all her preparations.
Wine chilling on ice.
Check.
Lobster in wine sauce.
Check.
Filet Mignon with shitake mushrooms.
Check.
Chocolate-covered strawberries.
Check.
Flavoured coffees.
Check.
Broiled baby asparagus tips.
Check.
Flaming cherries jubilee.
Check.
Rice pilaf.
Check.
Dim romantic lighting.
Check.
Scented candles.
Check.
Soft romantic mood music.
Check.
Clean red satin sheets on an extra large bed.
Check.
Leather, chains, and whips.
Check.
Condoms.
Check.
Gulp. She was a newbie to the world of BDSM, so who was she fooling? She had no practical experience with this stuff. The wildest she’d ever gotten was to get drunk and sleep with one man, do it doggy style and give him a blow job. She’d never done this kind of kink.
She’d never done anything kinky.
Her knees knocking and her skin clammy, she took another long swig of fortification from the wine bottle then wiped off the imprint of her lipstick with the heel of her hand.
Full of nervous energy, she bounced on the bed and certified the springs were top notch, ready for a raucous night with her two men. It’d better be for the outrageous price she’d laid out.
She sank onto the mattress, her diaphanous lingerie skirt fanned prettily about her, and she imagined herself naked with the two nude men, one on either side, ready and willing to be her sex slaves and eagerly fuck her without mercy. What a beautiful fantasy. But she wondered if the mechanics would truly work. Was there enough room in her for two big cocks to fit at once?
Her pussy quaked and her nipples beaded. Fit or not, she longed to find out for herself.
Laughter tinkled out of her mouth as exquisite visions entertained her. A man to lavish each breast. A cock for each hole. One to kiss her silly while the other ate her pussy.
Didn’t every straight woman long to be pleasured by two men at once? Why hadn’t she thought of this before?
Sarcastic laughter pushed aside her giddiness. Yeah, right. Like it was so easy to get one guy much less two. She’d paid $135,000 plus incidentals for one measly night with them. That didn’t guarantee they’d even get it up for her. For all she knew, they’d like each other better than they liked her. At least, she’d get quite a show. But that wasn’t her heart’s desire.
A yummy buzz stole over her, and she was tempted to imbibe more of the wine, but she didn’t want to ruin her night or heaven forbid fall asleep.
Finally, a rap sounded on the door, and she almost swallowed her tongue. She licked her lips, combed her hair and made sure her gown wasn’t crooked. Under her breath, she murmured, “Show time.”
As she reached for the door, her juices wet her thighs and her stomach quivered. “Who is it?”
“Dr. Hottie,” came a very dry, sardonic reply. “At your service, Mademoiselle.”
Her legs wobbled precariously on her sexy stilts and her spine tingled as her fingers eagerly opened the door to the hottest man on this or any other planet.
God but he was gorgeous in his tux with his black hair slicked back and his obsidian eyes glittering. She opened the door wide and allowed herself to drink him in, planning how to seduce every luscious inch of him.
“God, Charity. Cover yourself up. Do you want everyone to see your tits?”
Her alcohol buzz whined in her ears, and she wondered whom he was talking about so she stuck her head out the door and looked both ways down the deserted corridor. Puzzled, she drew her brows together and asked, “Who will see me? No one’s there.”
With a curse, Dex ushered her inside and slammed the door. Then he shrugged out of his jacket and covered her with it. He arched his brow and scowled. “Security cameras? Anyone who walks out of their door? Have you no shame? Are you drunk?”
Pouting prettily and miffed at his stuffy attitude and that he hadn’t immediately ravished her, she tossed aside his stifling jacket and thrust out her breasts. “I only had a few sips of wine.” She poked her finger in his chest. “But you’re avoiding the question. Aren’t you even a little turned on, lover? Don’t you want a taste?”
Hungry to feel his hands, his warm breath and his hot lips caress her naked nipples, she captured his hand and dragged it to her mound. She held his hand on her and writhing beneath his touch, moaned in ecstasy. “Don’t tell me you don’t like that. Once, you enjoyed it very, very much. You couldn’t get enough.”
Passion warred with disgust in Dexter’s eyes as he snatched back his hand and took away a step. He clamped his arms over his chest and narrowed his eyes. “You honestly expect me to be flattered or turned on when you also bought Benjamin? What kind of games are you playing?”
When she moved closer and tried to snuggle up to him, he threw up his hands and cast her off. “Don’t you get it, or are you too drunk? Or too pig-headed?”
Raw, embarrassed, she turned her back on him. When she realised he could still see her naked chest in the mirror, she started to cover herself. Then she decided not to, to see if he was as impervious to her as he made himself out to be. If he showed no signs of lust or affection tonight, she’d never waste another thought on him.
“Ben isn’t scheduled to arrive for a couple hours. I wanted time alone with you first.” The confession left her ragged, but she couldn’t pull it back. When he just stood there, stoic and stiff, she wished she could rewind time and never attend that stupid auction, never answer the door to him half-naked and never let him see she still cared.
“This was a mistake. Please leave. You’re free to go. Don’t worry. My cheques are good to the charity.”
She waited, girded herself to see him turn on his heel and leave, but he didn’t. He froze like a statue.
They stared each other down in the mirror, and finally, he moved first. He strode up behind her, stole his arms around her waist, and nuzzled her neck. “What are you trying to do to me? I’m a mere mortal.”
A lump blocked her throat so she couldn’t speak, but his lips felt so extraordinary that she leaned into his caresses. “I wanted you to want me as much as I want you, but I also wanted to give you a taste of your own medicine. Remember how you got all cosy and kissy face with Simone?”
Dexter’s gaze softened and his hands travelled north and cupped her breasts. His thumbs caressed her nipples, and his fingers gently squeezed her breasts. “Whoa! Medicine? I didn’t do anything to you with Simone or anyone else.”
Visions of him embracing the sexy Simone ripped through her again so that she couldn’t breathe. “But I caught you with Simone. She bragged about how the two of you were an item.”
Gently but firmly, he turned her around in his arms. He slid his finger under her chin and forced her to look at him as his breath coasted along her neck and made her shiver. “You saw me comforting her after she received some bad news. When she got a little out of hand, I nipped it in the bud. After that you refused to talk to me, to let me explain. I didn’t know she was saying those things but she had no right.”
Chagrined and kicking herself, she lowered her lashes. On a whisper, she asked, “So it really was nothing? You weren’t seeing her? You’re not in love with her?”
He crossed his heart. “Hope to die.”
She had the impulse to lick her suddenly dry lips and ran the tip of her tongue over them. “So now what?” She squirmed in his arms and snuggled closer. “Want to taste my nipples? I painted them with real strawberries and doused my pussy with your favourite white wine, just for you.”
He tossed back his head and howled with laughter. Then his laughter subsided, and he sobered. His cock swelled, and he rubbed it against her pussy as a primitive growl escaped his lips. “You are a femme fatale. What am I going to do with you, woman?”
“Love me? Fuck me without mercy?” She nibbled his ear and whispered, “My panties are crotchless.”
He sucked in his breath. “Lord have mercy, woman. Are you trying to give me heart failure?”
“Never.” She unsnapped his pants and shoved them down. Then she knelt before him and dragged them off with her teeth. She sidled up his long length, delighting in the feel of his huge cock against her lips, her breasts, her stomach, and finally cradled between her thighs.
She unbuttoned his shirt then pushed it off. “You’re much too beautiful to wear clothes. You should stay naked all the time.”
A ribald chuckle escaped his lips as he scooped her into his arms and carried her to the bed. “It might be a little hard to perform surgery in the buff, and if you’re in the room, with a constant erection.”
She insinuated her hand between them until she found his cock and curled her fingers around it. Fascinated and horny as hell, she ran her finger along the juicy slit on the swollen bulb and coated it with his sap. “I guess that would be a problem. Maybe you should retire so you can stay home and service me.”
He gave her a stern look as he laid her on the bed and mounted her. “I’d need heart surgery if we did it all the time.”
She pulled a frown and batted her lashes. “You mean you’d get tired of making love to me? Aren’t you men supposed to be sex machines?”
“Don’t go putting words in my mouth, woman. I’m always horny around you. But I’m not eighteen anymore.”
She brightened, and her heart sped up. “You are? Really?”
“Oh yeah. Can’t you tell?” He nudged his knee between her legs and spread them wide. Then he fingered the slit of her panties and worked his penis inside.
When she opened her mouth to yelp her surprise, he plundered her lips as he thrust inside and his hands roamed her breasts. “God, I’ve missed you, Char. I’ve missed us. If you ever doubt me again, you have to talk to me and give me a chance to state my case.”
She met his hips thrust for excruciating thrust. She clung to his powerful shoulders and revelled in his mastery over her. Who was she kidding? She wanted to be dominated, to be handcuffed to the bed and be told what to do. She longed to be tied up and at his mercy.
For now, she was in heaven and climbing higher. A live wire of need, she was ready to burst into flame. God, his cock felt so wonderful, his lips so divine. Could two cocks at once feel any better? Two sets of lips? Two of the most incredible men in the world in one bed?
She doubted it, but still she wondered. The thoughts drove her over the edge, and she screamed out her ecstasy until her throat was raw. Like a wild woman, her nails clawed at Dexter’s back until the riptides of her orgasm subsided.
But she clung to him still, grinding her hips to his as he came with one final shuddering thrust.
How long they stayed in each other’s arms, cradled against each other’s hearts, she didn’t know, and she didn’t care. She was where she belonged, and she thanked God for a second chance.
Then a loud, jaunty knock pounded on the door, and Dex swore under his breath and tore away from her.
Char scowled and cursed herself for being so foolish and greedy that she might have ruined her second chance with Dexter. Could Dr. Hunky have worse timing?
Well, ten minutes earlier would have been even shoddier, but either way, he threatened her new-found chance at happiness. Helplessly, she stared at Dexter’s rigid back as he stood facing away from her and glowering at the door as if he had killer x-ray vision.
Suddenly feeling bashful, she wrapped the sheet around herself as best she could, but the blanket didn’t want to untangle and so she had a fight on her hands. “I-I’ll get rid of him. I didn’t really want Ben. I just wanted to make you jealous.”
Dexter half turned and tilted his head at her as she pulled the sheet from the blanket’s maw. “Oh, really? Why bother to buy me at all? What were you thinking, Charity?”
She groaned. It wasn’t a good sign when he called her by her full name. Nor was the tic by the side of his right eye. It also wasn’t a good omen that he tapped his foot or crossed his arms so tightly over his chest.
She sidled up to his back and laid her head on his shoulder willing him to forgive her. “I told you. I wanted to make you jealous, to get your attention.”
“To pay me back for my supposed indiscretions?”
Mournfully, she nodded and bit her lip. “That, too. I’m so sorry. I’d take it back if I could.”
Ben hammered on the door so loudly he surely woke the rest of the hotel. “Charity Reynolds, are you in there? Is this the right room?”
Still naked, Dexter marched to the door, his feet leaving indentations in the deep pile carpet. “Damn. Doesn’t the upstart ever go away? Can’t he take a hint?”
As dangerous as she knew it was, she couldn’t help but crack a grin. Dexter was too darn cute for his own good.
With a growl, he rounded on her, his flaccid penis bouncing against his powerful, hairy thighs. “What are you laughing at? What’s so funny?”
Her gaze devoured his cock, willing it back to life, and she longed to taste it once more. On fire again, her pussy starved for his cock, she wrapped her arms around him. “You. You’re so extremely adorable when you’re jealous.”
“I’m not jealous.”
“Are, too.”
He heaved a big sigh. “Okay, so I am a little bit.”
She cocked her head to the side and willed him to tell the truth. “Only a little bit?”
“Are you okay in there?” Ben asked with a tinge of alarm in his voice. “I’m going to get housekeeping to let me in to make sure you’re okay.”
She tapped the sexy cleft in Dexter’s chin. “We have to let him in unless you want half the hotel staff in here.”
“Then can I kill him?”
“He isn’t that bad. What’s so terrible about him that you can’t stand him?”
Dexter spread his feet into a parade-rest position and looked down at her with an inscrutable expression. “For one, he’s here with the expectation of having his wicked way with my woman.”
My woman…
She loved the sound of that but wondered just how far he was willing to take it. Unfortunately, she was afraid to ask since this was all still so sensitive.
She reached out and opened the door to Ben. Vaguely she realised she wasn’t dressed to answer the door, but she’d drunk too much wine to care. “Entrez-vous, Monsieur.”
Something rumbled in Dexter’s chest which she chose to believe was hunger since they’d worked up quite a sweat. She herself had a raging appetite and that lobster called to her. “Join us for dinner. I spared no expense for your pleasure, gentlemen.”
Ben sniffed appreciatively even as he looked askance at Dexter. “I hope I didn’t interrupt anything.”
Dexter’s gaze stayed glued to Ben. “You did.”
Ben looked to her as she shut the door with a hushed click and then locked it. “Do you want me to leave? The limo took off, but I can call for a cab.”
Char didn’t feel right dragging the man across town, ruining his night, and sending him home without even a bite to eat. “Nonsense! There’s a feast here. Dig in.”
Dexter looked at her with a possessiveness that thrilled her. “Cover yourself, woman.”
“You don’t have to dress for my sake.” Ben tilted back his head and popped a chocolate-covered strawberry in his mouth. His eyes closed in ecstasy, and he moaned. “This is so decadent. I’m in heaven.”
Dexter grumbled under his breath, marched across the room to where his slacks lay, and tugged them on. Then he looked around for his shirt and let it hang open since most of the buttons were scattered across the floor.
Char found a wrap, threw it on then belted it around her waist. “Better?”
Dexter only looked slightly mollified and pulled her to his side.
When he bristled against her, she hoped he wasn’t always so prickly. But then, she’d acted upon her jealousy, too, and so she tossed off her reservations. Wanting to lighten the mood before Armageddon set in, she removed the lids from the entrees and passed out the china. She put a lobster, a slice of steak, and some of the rice on her plate. Then she speared a couple of the asparagus with her fork. “Please enjoy. There’s plenty, and we can always order more.”
Ben eyed the sumptuous array of food. He loaded his dish with a bit of everything. “This could feed the hospital staff for a day.”
Dexter picked at the food but gulped down several big swallows of the wine. Then he passed the wine bottle to her and when she’d had her fill, she shared it with Ben. Within a few minutes, all three of them were laughing as if they were bosom buddies.
Warmed and feeling easier, she leaned over and kissed Dexter full on his lips. Then she rested her head in his lap while he fed her strawberries.
“You two look pretty cosy.” Ben leaned back on a few pillows he’d tossed on the floor, and he fluttered his toes inside his socks. “What gives? Are you a couple again?”
Surprised, Char gaped at him as Dexter smoothed her hair away from her flushed cheeks. “You knew we were a couple?”
“Who didn’t? What I don’t understand, though, is why you bought me, too. There’s been a lot of speculation around the hospital this week.”
Char swallowed the wrong way and started to choke. She coughed so hard she couldn’t breathe.
Dexter turned her over and thumped her on the back. When the hacking subsided, he sat her up and passed a bottled water. “Drink. Doctor’s orders.”
As if pained, Dexter rubbed his forehead. “It never fails. The rumour mill is alive and well. Why don’t they get their own lives and stop putting their noses in ours? Do none of them have sex?”
Ben spluttered his wine then cracked a grin. “You can’t blame them. Char did buy both of us. You gotta wonder what that’s all about.” He leaned closer with a twinkle in his eyes. “What is it all about? Did you want to do the naughty with both of us? I’m game if you are.”
Her pussy quivered, and she shivered. She loved Dexter with all her heart, but she couldn’t forget her fantasy about being fucked without mercy by two handsome guys at the same time. But she was scared of what Dexter would think and do so she peeked at him through her lashes. She wouldn’t do anything to lose him again even if it meant her fantasy would never materialise. After all, she didn’t love Ben. It would only be sex, hot and wild, pure and simple.
Dexter remained silent for so long, she was afraid he’d petrified into stone or that he was going to stomp out and never talk to her again. When he finally asked, “Is that what you want, Charity? Would you like a wild night of sex and debauchery?”
Her heart flipped over, and she almost came. But she sensed a trap. Did he really mean it? Or was he testing her?
Before she could formulate a reply, he opened her wrap and massaged her breast so that Ben could watch. Then he looked deeply into her eyes. “I’m okay with it, if you are. As long as he wears a condom and as long as you honestly want this.”
God, she was so horny, she was about to drag both their cocks out of their pants and spread her legs so she nodded. “Have mercy. You’re making me so hot I’m going to go up in flames. But I only want to do this as long as you know I love you with all my heart and it’s only purely physical with him. I don’t want to ruin things between us. Not ever.”
Dexter cracked a grin that stole her breath. Whether it was due to the alcohol or her words, she wasn’t sure, but it was breathtaking. “I want to make you happy. Every woman deserves one night of wild sex in her life. You might as well get it out of your system now because soon, you’ll be all mine. Got it?”
Joy flooded her, and she threw her arms around him and plundered his mouth. She squirmed uncontrollably and against his lips. “Oh yes. Yes, yes, and yes! And you’ll be all mine.”
When she twisted around to make sure it was okay with Ben, his pants were off and he was fondling his swollen cock. Although it wasn’t as long as Dexter’s, it was almost as thick, and it was super hard.
In lust, she gulped and blinked. Hardly able to speak around the clog in her throat, she finally said, “I’ve always fantasised about having two cocks in me at once. Do you think we could try that?”
“Is that the ultimate woman’s fantasy?” Dexter asked as if amused. He was much mellower with the liquor in him, and he favoured her with a loving, indulgent smile. “Would you like for both of us to lick you all over? To suckle your breasts? You did buy us so tell us what you want.”
Ben threw off the rest of his clothes and walked over to them as he licked chocolate off his lips. He eyed her naked breast. “You have very suckable, kissable breasts. Do you mind if I taste?”
Overcome with desire, she nodded and unbelted her wrap and let it sag to the floor. She removed her nightie, and she was completely nude and vulnerable. Feeling dramatic and more than a little bit mischievous, she threw her arms wide and spread her legs wider. “Take me. Have your wicked way with me. I’m all yours.”
Then she squinted up at Dexter. “Aren’t you going to get naked again? Please! I love to look at your big cock.”
Dex stripped, but instead of immediately joining her, he grabbed the chocolate syrup and drizzled it over her breasts. Then he lowered himself to the floor by her side. His throbbing cock grazed her leg then teased her stomach. Around her breast, he murmured, “Anything for my baby. Does this make you happy?”
Emotions rioted deep inside and flew to her extremities. She was one huge squirming mass, a conduit of pleasure. And the chocolate felt so very decadent. “Oh yeah.”
When Ben latched onto her other breast with very eager, erotic lips and rubbed his cock along her side, the earth quaked. She’d never really thought this would happen, that the men would make love to her together, so she felt as if she was in a dream. God, she was such a slut, but she wouldn’t have it any other way. She wondered how many women actually lived out their fantasies. How many had men as wonderful as Dex who loved them so much they wanted to see them happy?
Again she thanked God for Dexter and vowed to be the best lover he could ever have, even if it meant repaying the favour and letting him have two women in his bed at once. She’d do anything for him. Her devotion knew no bounds.
“Is this your first time in a ménage?” She didn’t ask either man in particular nor did she hold her breath so she was surprised when both chuckled and confessed, “No.”
Any trace of guilt she’d felt fled. “Male-male-female? Or male-female-female?” Curious minds wanted to know, especially about Dexter. There was so very much she yearned to know about him. She wanted to know everything, to be one with him.
Again, the men replied together. “Both.”
Ben went further. “We work for a very cosmopolitan hospital in a very contemporary city.”
Feeling like a good girl losing her virginity for the first time, she did a double take. “Am I the only one who’s only had vanilla sex? Is everybody into ménages?”
Dexter licked and nibbled his way down to her pussy and buried his face in it. Against her clit, he murmured, “Not everyone and not all the time, but most of us have sowed our wild oats. In my case, it was a very, very long time ago, when I was just an intern.”
When Dexter’s tongue slipped inside and his thumb massaged her clit, molten hot desire slammed into her and she thrust her pussy deeper against his face. She wound her fingers through his silky hair and gave herself up to the exquisite pleasure. Breathless, she asked, “Is that why you’re allowing me my turn?”
Dexter’s voice drifted to her, muffled. “This way you know and won’t always wonder what it’s like.”
“What if I get addicted?”
Dexter growled and lifted his head. His eyes were groggy and glazed with passion. “We’ll work it out if it comes to that. Agreed?”
Shocked, she blinked but was happy that they were able to talk things out, whatever they were. “Agreed.”
“You two talk too much. I’m ready to do some serious fucking.” Ben moved up to her lips and drank deeply. When he pulled back, he gazed deeply into her eyes. “Are you ready to be fucked good and hard? To realise your fantasy? To get what you paid for?”
“First you have to wear a condom.” That’s when she remembered that Dexter hadn’t worn one when they’d made love earlier. She gasped and checked her mental calendar. This was the time of month she was ripe and ovulating. What if…
It was too late to think about that now, but she quivered all over. What if Dexter’s baby was already incubating inside her? What if her tummy soon started to swell and his child began to flutter around inside? People would know they’d made love tonight. Did she care? Hell no! She’d be proud and thrilled to carry Dexter’s child.
Ben rolled on one of the condoms she plucked off the table and handed to him and then stood on his knees over her. “Get ready for the best fuck of your life, babe.”
Shivering without the men’s body heat, she squirmed with impatience.
Dexter lay on the floor and crooked his finger at her. He grabbed his cock and wagged it at her, too, amusing her. “Uh uh. Don’t listen to his hype. The best fuck of your life is right here. Climb aboard.”
Her pussy clenched and unclenched so ready to be fucked, to be one with him, she straddled him and slid down his cock. She leaned over him so that her tits grazed his hairy chest and sent tingles all the way to her fingertips. “Like this, Dr. Graham?”
“Whoa! Not so fast you two. Wait for me.” Ben sidled up behind her and rubbed his cock along the crack of her butt even as she rode Dexter’s big, hot dick. “Slow down a minute and let me climb aboard.”
Char felt so good already it was almost impossible to stop pumping Dexter’s cock, but she squeezed it and pushed her hands on the floor to hold her weight off her lover.
First, Ben worked his finger inside her ass, then two. Gently and slowly, he stretched and prepared her. “How’s that? Are you ready for more?”
She was ready to come, that’s what. Still, she wondered if two huge cocks would fit inside, if they would feel each other, if it would be like they were all three fucking each other. “Ooh, yeah. Give it to me. I can’t wait to feel both of you inside me. Ravage me.”
Dexter’s hands massaged her breasts and squeezed. “God, you’re gorgeous, baby. You’re glowing. You’re made to be loved. I’ll have to fuck you all the time.”
Ben replaced his finger with his cock, pushing it slowly in. His fingers bit into her thighs as he steadied himself and drove in further.
The two cocks rollicked inside her, impossibly stretching her, giving her such pleasure she couldn’t help but moan and scream. She could barely think a coherent thought except, “Yeah, fuck me all the time. All day. All night.”
“You’ve got it, babe.” Dexter’s hips thumped the floor, and he ground into her so hard, she knew he was about to climax so she milked his cock, wishing his seed would shoot deep into her womb, to seep down her legs and coat her with their musky love.
“You’re so tight, Char.” Ben’s fingers dug into her hips as he drove his cock into her without mercy. “God, this is the best sex I’ve had in ages. Are you two sure we can’t do this again?”
Char gazed deeply into Dexter’s eyes, letting it be his decision as she bucked on his wild cock.
Perspiration trickling down his face and his body, Dexter panted. His hands moulded around her waist and one drifted to her clit where he caught it between his fingers and gave it a little tweak, driving her insane. “I don’t know…”
“But it’ll be good to change things up so we won’t get bored.” Speaking of staying off boredom, she remembered her BDSM equipment in the next room.
“Does that mean I get to fuck her pussy next?” Ben gave one last, wild shove into her and exploded. His body quivered for a long time and he fell on top of her.
With Ben’s weight, she was sandwiched between her two lovers. Their cocks still squirmed inside her, their heat infused her. When Dex kissed her, she parted her lips and curled her arms around her man, never wanting to let go.
Ben finally climbed off her and her lungs filled back up with air. But she didn’t want to release Dex. She was exactly where she belonged, in his arms, cradled against his heart.
“Not yet,” she said to Ben, wanting to make sure her number one man was well taken care of. To Dexter, she said, “Fuck me while I suck his cock.”
Dexter narrowed his eyes and she was sure he was going to say, “No way,” but he surprised her. “How can I refuse an offer like that? If it makes you happy, go for it. I can guaran-damn-tee it won’t taste as good as mine.”
Ben slid off his condom and dumped it in the trash. Then he swaggered over to the strawberries and wine and rubbed them on his cock. “Are you sure? Have you tasted it?”
“No way in hell would I want to.” Dexter rolled his eyes.
Char remembered something in the other room Ben just might like. Dexter, too. She extricated herself from Dexter’s arms and helped him up. “I have a surprise for you two I think you might like very much.”
“What is it?” the men asked in unison, looking at each other and then her.
“I think seeing is better than being told.” She sashayed her hips and jiggled her boobs and crooked her finger at them. “This way, big boys. I hope at least one of you likes to take control. I like to be dominated.”
She threw open the door to the room where the BDSM whips, chains, and leather gear was and swept wide her arm in an arc. “Voila! Would anyone like to handcuff me and tie me to the bed? Make me your sex slave for the night?”
God, she hoped so. She hoped at least one of them knew what to do with it.
Dexter put his hand in the small of her back and tented his brows. “You’re into this stuff? I had no clue.”
She rubbed against his cock that was already erect and throbbing again, and she wound her fingers around it and gently tugged him to her. “I haven’t been, but tonight is a first in a lot of ways. I thought this would be fun.”
Ben bounded into the room and fingered the wide array of BDSM goodies. “Cool! And I was afraid you two would be boresville. I think I found my perfect threesome.”
Char caught Dexter’s gaze and held it. Together, they heartily laughed as he pulled her once again into his arms and possessed her lips, leaving her with no doubt as to who was the master. When they came up for air, Dexter leaned his forehead against hers, and his lips crooked into a sexy, seductive smile that made her want to jump him again that very second.
Char linked her fingers through Dex’s and gave a gentle tug into the second room, following the excited younger doctor. “I’m game if you are. We have the suite for the night, the equipment and we’re all together.”
On the threshold of a new lifestyle, she stopped and gulped. Leather, pungent and raw, singed her nostrils. She could already hear the jangle of handcuffs and chains on the bed.
She remembered the burns of a BDSM patient, whose partner had taken things too far. They hadn’t been pretty but not too serious, thank God, but the recollection made her pause. “We need a safe word.”
When both men turned quizzical gazes on her, she knew they were BDSM virgins, too. “You know. A word we agree upon ahead of time which we say to bring an immediate cease and desist to our, ah, activities.”
Dex folded his arms across his chest and his toes. Dryly he asked, “Something out of the ordinary like ‘Pippi Longstocking’ that we normally wouldn’t call out in the heat of passion?”
She choked trying to hold back her giggles. When she could speak, she said, “Exactly.”
Ben swaggered to the cattle prod, switched it on and tested it against his arm. He yowled, jumped, and dropped it to the floor. “That’s barbaric! Are you mad?”
Dex scowled. “So who’s the Dom? There can only be one master.”
She sized them up feeling the sizzle of their fierce competition anew. “You could fight for the honour. For me.”
Ben grabbed the whip and snapped it within an inch of them. “Get on the bed slaves. Now!”
Dexter wasn’t about to take orders from the upstart. He still wasn’t one hundred percent kosher with letting Ben make love to his woman, and he damned sure wasn’t going to let the guy boss him around.
He looked around for a weapon and snatched up the electric prod. Feeling silly, but doing this for Char, he jumped into sparring stance. He switched on the appliance and jousted. “On guard, slave. I am the Master.”
With a rapt, wide-eyed gaze, Char watched. Her nipples perked and she chewed her lip.
You think you scare me with that toy?” Ben sidestepped the parry with a laugh and a bawdy wink to Char.
“Watch this, lady fair.” With a flick of his wrist, he lashed out at the prod and tore it from Dex’s hand.
Char clapped then stuck her fingers in her mouth and whistled, and her breasts jiggled as she jumped up and down. Then she crossed her hands over her heart and batted her lashes. “My heroes.”
Growling, and more than a little pissed, Dex grabbed the first thing his hand landed on. When he thrust forward a giant hot pink feather, he flung it down in disgust to the chorus of chuckles.
He backed up and this time, he checked out the array of weapons, grimacing when the only threatening thing was a chain. So he wrapped the end of it around his hand so his opponent couldn’t easily snatch it away, and he twirled it over his head. “My chain trumps your whip. Concede defeat, junior.”
“Never, old man! I shall fight to the death for my lady.”
Dex rolled his eyes and then lashed the chain a few inches from Ben’s feet. “Oh, yeah? I’m the white knight in shining armour.”
Feral-eyed, snarling and hunched over, the two men circled each other. Dex wouldn’t dare give in and look weak in front of his woman.
He narrowed his eyes, dropped his weapon and cracked his knuckles. “Let’s fight like men. You got the guts? Or are you only big and bad when you’re hiding behind you’re macho toy?”
Ben squared his shoulders and stood tall. He opened his hand and let the whip slither to the floor. “Don’t bother, pops. I’m a third degree black belt and I could kick your ass with my little toe, but I don’t wrestle naked with dudes.” A challenge lit Ben’s eyes. “Are you into nude wrestling with other men?”
This was war!
Dex scooped up his lady and carried her to the bed. Against her lips, he murmured, “Possession is nine-tenths of the law.”
Tired of games, he wedged his knee between her legs and spread them. Desperate to feel her warmth, to possess her, he plundered her mouth and her pussy. Primitive yearnings seized him and focused him solely on his lover. Quivering and quaking, he drove in and out with a fury that left him breathless.
Ben wasn’t about to be left out, especially not when he’d worked up so much testosterone, when he was so hot and horny seeing Dex’s cock plunging in and out of Char’s gorgeous pussy, so pink, so moist, and so hot.
God, but he had to get some pussy, too, and soon, or he’d explode. So hot he couldn’t stand it, he towered over them and pumped his aching cock.
His balls were so tight, so full, he massaged them with his other hand. Hell. He couldn’t wait all night. “Either finish the job now or let a man with real balls in.”
Slowing, Dex looked up and over his shoulder. “Fast is not the way to pleasure a woman. Watch and learn.”
“I know how to make women swoon. I have them lined up and panting for me.” Much as Ben hated to admit it, it made him hot seeing Dexter ravish their woman, to see his cock filling her, slide in and out, and to see his balls slam against her pretty ass.
He enjoyed watching them squirm, their sweaty bodies gliding against the other’s and her big breasts jiggling.
Wanting a piece of the action, knowing he couldn’t hold out much longer, he straddled Char’s face and lowered his cock to her lips. “Suck me hard, bitch. Drink my cum.”
Her eyes glazed over and she eagerly nodded. When she parted her lips to answer, he pushed his cock inside. “Don’t speak. Service me, slave.”
When she raked her nails over his balls then gently squeezed, he went into orbit. On fire, he clutched the headboard as he stroked long and deep, spreading wide her lips.
Knowing she had another lover fucking her pussy while he fucked her mouth made him incredibly horny. He gave it to her good. He loved his little slut, made to be fucked, to pleasure them. He wasn’t going to let Dexter claim her for his own without a fight. Before the night was out, he’d have just as much claim. He’d fuck her pussy ‘til she cried for mercy and forgot all about Dexter.
With a vengeance, he came and she milked his seed. Greedy for all of it, she caressed the root of his cock and his balls.
It felt like he’d come forever, and he was carried away in ecstasy. He watched her beautiful face with his creamy cum overflowing her mouth, coating her lips and her chin, and came even more.
Finally spent, he sprawled beside them on the bed and spooned against her. Tenderly he kissed her lips, tasted himself mingled with her and moaned. “This is heaven.”
When Dexter finally rolled off her and laid on her other side and curled his arm around her waist, Ben cupped her pussy with his hand. Her wiry curls were slick and wet, her clit and pussy lips swollen. He got hot all over. When she moaned and writhed against him, his blood simmered and went straight to his cock, making him hard again.
He rolled on top of her, suckled each nipple in turn as he tested the heavy weight of her double Ds in his hands and rubbed his burning cock along her pussy. Against her lips he huskily murmured, “I can’t stand having you so near, yet so far. I need to be one with you, too.”
Her thick lashes fluttered up to reveal her beautiful eyes, and she smiled up at him. “I want you, too. I want us to be one.”
He willed her not to look at Dexter for permission or to hesitate. That would kill him. When she didn’t and said, “Put on another condom,” he smiled back, and snatched another one off the nearby table. She helped him roll on the latex protection. Her hands felt so wonderful, his cock swelled and filled it out. Then he insinuated his hand between them and massaged her clit.
When she writhed and wiggled beneath him and wound her hands in his hair, he was lost in her, heart and soul.
He had to have her, to know her more intimately and he lifted his hips and with a smooth stroke he thrust in long and deep, all the way to her core.
Her swift intake of breath, her cording of muscles told him he’d made his mark on her heart. He was going to make her as much his as Dexter’s, and not because he was in some inane competition as the older man would presume, but because she was exquisite and adorable and she’d stolen his heart.
He’d long kept his eye on her but had sensed her heart belonged to Dexter, so he hadn’t made a move. Now he was damned if he’d let her go, even if it meant sharing.
Against his lips, she asked, “Do you think we can videotape this from now on, so I can relive it forever?”
Dexter feathered kisses over her face. “I’ll still be loving you, so you won’t need to.”
Ben got hotter, thinking about it. “Hell, yeah. I’ll set them up, and they’ll be better than any porn movie you’ve ever seen, my naughty little voyeur.”
“I want to see your big hot cocks fucking me. I want to know what it looks like from every angle.”
So did he. Of course, he knew what Dexter’s cock looked like going in and out of her ravenous pussy.
When Char and Dexter kissed long and deep, jealousy rumbled in his chest. He’d always imagined himself with two hot, naked babes kissing him all over, and he’d stick his cock inside both of them all night and he’d be buried in breasts.
But he also loved indulging Char, pleasuring her. He couldn’t envision what other woman could come close to her.
Fireworks exploded and shuddering, clinging to her, he drove into her one last, powerful time. He held on for dear life until she had milked his last drop of desire.
He claimed her lips and moulded her body and soul to him. He’d come to seduce her, but he was the seduced.
A wry grin tilted his lips as he held her to his heart. Did this mean he was whipped?
Char’s head spun so fast she couldn’t catch her breath. Holy cow! She was irrevocably, undeniably, head over heels for two very different men.
What in the world was she to do now? She wanted, no needed, one as much as the next. She was bound to both. She longed to share her life with both.
What if both felt the same way about her? Would war ensue?
Would both want babies? Happily ever after? Should they move to Utah? Would they?
Her head ached. Her heart cried. God, even if the two of them agreed, society wouldn’t, even in Utah.
What had she done?
How could she choose between them if it came down to that?
Surely every other female at the hospital, staff and patients alike, would want to hang her if they knew and how was she to hide it?
Ignore both men in public? Only acknowledge one?
Her head split, and she rubbed her throbbing temples. “What have I done?”
Both men looked at her then each other.
Ben spoke firsts. You’ve made all three of us deliriously happy.”
She longed to ask, “What now?” but feared she’d run off a commitment-phobe, or maybe that was the answer. She’d keep the one who wanted her badly enough to commit.
So she propped up on her elbows and stared at her gorgeous men. “What now? Where do we go from here?”
Twin sets of gulps made her heart sink, and the silence grew deafening. Suffocating under its weight, she sighed, and chilly, rolled off the bed.
Goosebumps covered her arms and she briskly rubbed them, trying to generate some heat. Her tongue was thick in her mouth, still coated with Ben’s taste.
Finally, she managed to say around the lump in her throat, “Uh, right. Well, that was, uh, very nice. Thank you, gentlemen, for an interesting time. Maybe we’ll do it again one day.”
Suddenly embarrassed, she sought her clothes and shrugged into them. Without turning around to face them, she faked a yawn and said, “I’m tuckered out. Your limos will be here in fifteen minutes. Please go.”
Dex sidled up to her, and his warm breath coasted along the nape of her neck. “Let me stay. I’ll let you sleep. I just want to hold you.”
Her heart, weak and traitorous, yearned to say, “yes”. Instead, she asked, “How long do you want to stay, Dex? Forever? As in ‘til death do us part’?”
His silence killed her.
“Get out of here. Please.”
Both men dressed, murmured their goodbyes and left.
Alone in the suite, she hugged herself and angrily swiped away a tear. “I can’t face them again.” Or anyone else at the hospital. Why hadn’t she thought of this before she’d gotten herself into this mess? “What now?”
‘What now’ turned out to be nothing, except perhaps for an Academy Award winning performance of pretending she didn’t care that neither Dr. Hottie nor Dr. Hunky had professed their undying love and commitment. She also feigned blindness to all the snickers and sneers from co-workers. Even Beth had cooled off and avoided her.
Beth’s loss bothered her most. At least, Jody stuck by her side.
“She’s conflicted,” Jody tried to explain, making excuses for Beth. Or maybe not.
Char was too raw to discuss it, but she hugged Jody and clung a few seconds too long. “Thanks for being true blue.”
“Watch out for Amy and Simone. They’re out to get you.”
Not sure she cared, Char shrugged. “So what’s new? If they hit below the belt, I’ll give to another charity next year. This isn’t the only place that helps kids. I don’t need the money from this job.”
Jody cupped her chin on her hand and wistfully, stared into space. “I wish I could say that.”
The cafeteria door swung wide, and Dexter started to enter. Then he spied her. His eyes grew wide, he gulped, and he froze so that the swinging door hit him in the rump.
A loud chuckle arose in the room, and several gazes ping-ponged from him to her. He looked as if he wanted to turn tail and run, but instead, he squared his shoulders, notched up his chin and strode to the food line.
A few moments later, precisely eight minutes and thirty seconds, he re-entered the room carrying a tray with a mixed green salad and an orange juice. He angled towards their table, but his gaze focused beyond them.
Char swallowed hard but tried to look as if her world wasn’t crashing around her. She took a bite of food, but it was tasteless and stuck in her throat as she went through the motions.
Dexter paused at their table, gave each of them a noncommittal smile and asked, “How are you two ladies today? Good, I hope.”
Before she could do more than nod, he added, “Well, nice to see you. I see my lunch date’s waiting.”
He balanced his tray on one hand and waved to Simone who proprietarily waved at him.
When he was out of earshot, Jody hissed and leaned forward. “That witch couldn’t wait to get her hooks into him. They deserve each other. You can do much better. Forget the creep.”
Char nodded, but her heart sobbed. That part of her didn’t think he was a creep even if her head did. It didn’t want to forget him. God, she missed him and what could have been.
Jody jabbed her hard with her elbow. She whispered, “Stop starting at them.”
Yanked from her reverie, her side bruised and aching, Char scooted around so she couldn’t see the deadly duo. But her imagination was worse, picturing them in a scandalous clinch, tearing off each other’s clothes.
Her appetite gone, her nerves shattered, she pushed aside her food. Any moment, she was going to hyperventilate. “I gotta get outta here.”
Jody circled her arm in an iron grip. “You get up and run now, you’ll be mortified forever. Sit. Stay.”
Knowing the truth of her friend’s words, Char counted to ten and glued herself to her seat. “Don’t tell me what they’re doing. I don’t want to know.”
Jody nibbled her egg salad sandwich she’d brought from home. Around her mouthful, she muttered, “No you don’t.”
“Is it that bad?” Char’s knuckles whitened around her fork, and her heart trip-hammered.
Jody leaned forward and spoke very lowly. “Maybe he felt this jealous or more when you and Hunky did ‘it’ in front of him.”
Jody and Beth were the only ones she’d told about her wild night, and now she wished to God she hadn’t. But her heart aching, she wondered if Jody was right, and even if she was, what could Char do now to fix it? But Dex had said he was okay with it and that he wanted in on the threesome. The more she tried to figure him out, the more confused she became. Then anger flared at herself and she decided to shake it off.
Finally, Dexter and Simone left after bidding them goodbye.
“My my but he’s being very civil.” Jody watched them go. “Now I know why I could never stand her.”
Released, Char rose to go and collided into someone behind her. When she turned to apologise, Beth stared at her as if she’d seen a ghost. “Uh, hi. I didn’t know you were right here. Are you okay? Well, I gotta run. Bye.”
A knife in her gut, Char stared at Beth’s retreating back. She mumbled, “Guess I have cooties.”
Jody slid her arm around her and squeezed. “No, you don’t. Give her time. She’ll come around.”
Did she want a friend who deserted her in her time of need? She wasn’t going to hold her breath or shed a tear. She just thanked God for Jody.
Still, she felt as if she was contagious the way so many people glared, whispered and pointed. She held her head high and pretended she didn’t notice.
A few minutes later, she turned a corner and collided with a tall man in a doctor’s coat. His clipboard fell and when she bent to retrieve it, they bumped heads. She prayed to God it wasn’t Dexter. When she heard the man’s chuckle, she froze.
It was the other one.
She lifted her eyes, and they immediately clashed with Ben’s beautiful hazel ones. She forced a gaiety to her voice she didn’t feel, but it sounded brittle. “I’ve always said they should install mirrors at these intersections.”
“Are you okay?” Surprisingly, Ben’s voice was gentle and concerned as he curled his fingers around her elbow and helped her up.
Her heels slid out from under her on the ascent, and she would have tumbled again except Ben caught her against him and held her tight. His hot breath scorched her neck. “I’ve missed you. We should get together again. What do you say?”
A loud intake of breath alerted her to another’s presence, and her heart sank. Without looking, she had a good idea who it was and what he was thinking.
The truth blindsided her. She was deeply and desperately in love with only one man. One impossible, cranky, judgmental man who possessed her heart and soul but didn’t want her. After her little escapade, he never would.
Pain, fast and furious, sliced through her, debilitating her. If she could travel back in time, she’d undo everything. She’d never try to make Dexter jealous again.
Gently but firmly, she extricated herself from Dr. Hunky. She inhaled deeply as she readjusted her ponytail before looking up into his puzzled eyes.
Before she could recite her speech for Dexter’s benefit, she heard heavy footsteps swiftly disappear down the hall, and she cursed herself for caring.
She cupped her hand to Ben’s smooth, dear cheek and noted she wasn’t getting all tingly or going gooey in his arms. Her feelings for him didn’t run deep. They had been only of the moment. “Pippi Longstocking.”
When Ben gave her a blank look, she searched for better words. “Look, Dr. Hunk-Ben. You’re a great guy and an awesome lover and I like you a lot, but-”
He shushed her by putting two fingers to her lips then ushered her to a secluded corner. “But you want a committed relationship. A husband. Babies. House. A ring. I get that, and I do, too.”
Sucker punched, she was speechless. Her heart ached for him if he meant what she was afraid of. She splayed her hand on his chest. “Stop right there. Please don’t say any more.”
Surprise was quickly chased away by suspicion in his eyes. “So you’re stuck on Graham. Damn! I was afraid of that.”
“Yeah,” caught in her throat so she nodded and mad at herself, pursed her lips.
Ben slid a finger under her chin and forced up her face. He deposited a light kiss on her nose. “The dork doesn’t deserve you. He doesn’t know what to do with you. For such a brilliant man in the operating room, he’s a moron outside of it.”
She punched him lightly in his upper arm. “Yep. I’m afraid you’re right. But what’s a woman gonna do? I think I’ve already done way too much.”
Ben tweaked her ponytail, and with a rueful grimace, he said, “I will go on, and you will, too. Friends?”
Her heart fluttered a bit, and she cracked a grin. “Yeah. Friends.”
A leer stole over his handsome lips, and he leaned close. “With privileges?”
She rolled her eyes and gave him a gentle shove. “Don’t count on it.”
As she worked the kinks out of her shoulders and meandered down the hall, he called after her, “That wasn’t a firm ‘no’, was it?”
Since when had ‘no’ not meant ‘no’? After some heart searching, she wasn’t sure. Ben was a lot of fun, an excellent lover, and would provide a diversion to heartache but was that fair to any of them?
No!
She vowed to stop playing games with love. Ultimately, she was always the biggest loser. She rubbed her tummy. Thank God, she wasn’t pregnant. She’d been an idiot to forget to use protection with Dexter. Deep down, she’d been hoping he’d steal her away and make her all his.
Who was the dork now?
Rather unladylike, she snorted and didn’t give a damn who heard.
Love was for morons, and she also vowed not to be a moron any more.
Dexter had trouble keeping his mind on work and feared he’d make a life and death mistake. That wouldn’t do.
He barged into Amy’s office without an appointment or even knocking first. A huge racing fan, her walls were covered with NASCAR emblems and autographed pictures and model cars lined her shelves.
“I need a vacation. Now.”
Amy scowled and shook her head. “You’re booked up for weeks. You’re not scheduled for vacation for another five months.”
Five months!
He tossed up his hands and paced in front of her desk. “I can’t wait five months. I’m going insane now.”
She narrowed her eyes and punched more keys on her computer, amazingly fast for only using one hand. Each stroke rang out like gunfire and pounded like a bullet into his aching head.
“Is there a family emergency or are you certifiably ill?”
“No.” Unless a broken and battered heart counted.
She arched a pencil-thin brow, and her lips smirked. “Mentally ill?”
“No.” Or was being stuck on a woman who wanted two guys crazy? He couldn’t commit to her if she couldn’t commit to him. Him and Junior didn’t count. There was room for only one set of balls in his bed and that was his.
Hell, he was a mental case. Even dating Simone didn’t help. He just kept comparing her to Charity, and Charity always came out on top.
“Well, I don’t feel as if I can operate safely. Do you really want me in that operating room?”
Amy stood and leaned on her desk. “Need I remind you that your patients are depending on you?”
“Exactly.”
“Suck it up, Graham. Get over the bitch or whatever’s bothering you but no vacation. I have no one to replace you. Get out of my office and back to work.”
On his way out, Dexter muttered under his breath even as he waved and tried to make his “thanks” sound genuine.
He dug his hands deep in his pockets, and his head hung low as he wandered back to his office.
Simone perched on his desk, her silky legs swinging and her short skirt pushed seductively up to the top of her thighs. Her cleavage showed so much he could almost see her nipples. He wondered why the bottle-blonde bothered to dress at all. Did all women think him such a bimbo that they thought they’d attract him with skin? For once, he wished a woman would seduce him with her scathing intellect.
“What are you doing here? What do you want?” He tried to keep the sigh out of his voice, but one look at Simone’s disappointed moue told him he’d failed.
Simone pushed off her seat, purring, and sidled up to him. She swept her arm wide to indicate the wine, cheese and crackers spread over his desk. “I bring sustenance. I thought we’d be cosier having lunch in private here instead of that crowded cafeteria. You like?”
He pushed his hair off his face, gave her a wide berth, then sank tiredly into his chair. “Thank you but not today. I’m bone weary and not in the mood.”
She pouted prettily, rounded the desk, and climbed on his lap without invitation. Then she leaned so close his nose was between her boobs and her cloying perfume suffocated him. With hypnotising fingers, she kneaded his shoulders. “I know what my poor baby needs. I’ll get you fixed right up.”
When she nuzzled his neck, he’d had his limit and gruffly said, “Not now, Simone. I just want to be alone.”
She feathered kisses up his throat to his lips, and against them, she murmured, “You don’t mean that, honey pie. Mommy Simone can make you better than new.”
He hated babbling baby talk. When she popped open her shirt and let her breasts swing free, he grunted and shoved her off of him. “Get out and don’t come back. I don’t appreciate this.”
Simone blinked, dazed, as if she couldn’t believe anyone would reject her. “You’re dumping me? You dare?”
He leaned back. “Yes.”
He was ready when she screamed and stomped, but her screeches still made him wince. If he hadn’t been sure before that she wasn’t the woman for him, he was now.
“Please stop embarrassing yourself. It’s not at all appealing.” He poured himself a glass of her bottled water and sipped while he watched her show.
Finally, she stopped ranting and faced him. She slapped him with a resounding sting then fisted her hands to her hips. “Of course, I don’t turn you on. You’re gay. I bet you and Dr. Hunky are getting it on. You’re dirty little secret is blown wide open now.”
He laughed in her face at the absurd hypotheses. “Keep lying to yourself, sweetheart. You’re the only one who’s going to comfort you.”
A knock sounded on the door, a glorious noise to his ears. “Come in.”
Ben stuck his head in, but when his gaze landed on Simone, a blush highlighted his cheeks. “Uh, I see it’s a bad time. I’ll come back later.”
For once, he was happy to see the other man. “No, no. Come right in. Simone and I are finished, and she’s just leaving, aren’t you, Simone?”
Simone jutted out her jaw and huffed off. On her way out, she flung over her shoulder, “Fine! I’m sick of you gay guys leading us on.”
After she left, Ben closed the door and leaned on Dexter’s guest chair. He pointed to Dexter then to himself. “Did you tell her something I should know about? Am I missing something?”
Dex handed a bottled water to Ben. “Nah. She assumes any man who isn’t bowled over by her raging beauty and scintillating personality has to be gay.”
He lifted his glass to Ben in a toast. “Somewhere out there are nice women for us.”
Ben swished his drink and stared into it. Then he cleared his throat.
Dex looked up, and the hand holding his drink hovered midair. “Not that I’m not enjoying this male bonding surprisingly enough, but I get the inkling you have something on your mind. Spill.”
Ben gulped down his drink then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Well, yeah. You should know Char’s in love with you, not me.”
Dexter reeled. The last thing he wanted to talk about was Charity. She was right up there with Simone for busting his balls. He thought about not answering, but that was childish and a dead give away to how deeply he still ached for her.
A wry chuckle escaped his lips. Of all the people with whom to have this conversation, he couldn’t believe it was Ben. But then again, Ben was the only one with all the lurid details. “Okay, I’ll bite. What makes you think so?”
Ben tipped the bottle to his lips and poured the last drop of water down his throat. Then he stuffed cheese and crackers in his mouth. After he repositioned himself, he scratched his jaw. “Because she shot me down flat when I tried to propose.”
Dexter almost fell off his chair, and he stared at the younger man. “You what? She what?”
“Oh, yeah. Talk about the kiss of death. She still wants to be ‘friends’.”
“So what makes you think she loves me? She hasn’t told me.”
“The way she looks at you when she thinks no one’s looking. She’s still got it bad for you, buddy. If you feel the same, go get her. I’m not a threat.”
Dexter wasn’t so sure and besides, he was still smarting. “I don’t know. She’s wilder than me-”
Ben thumped his thigh. “She’s almost as big a prude as you. We all got caught up in the moment that night. Let me ask you something?”
Dex wasn’t so sure he wanted to answer, but he nodded and folded his arms across his chest.
“Do you love her?”
He searched his soul and couldn’t deny the answer. He stretched and stared at the ceiling. “Yeah. Unfortunately.”
“Then stop being a doofus and go get her, man. She’s too good to stay single long. Or are you the big dork I’ve always thought you were?”
“Gee, thanks.”
“You’re welcome.” Ben grabbed more cheese and crackers for the road and headed to the door. He saluted smartly and tapped his heels. “Oh, and take a shower. You reek.”
Char massaged her aching neck after another gruelling night in the OR. All she wanted was a hot shower then to fall into bed and sleep for a week. Unfortunately, she only had two days off, but it would have to do.
“Nurse Reynolds, can I have a moment with you?” Dexter blocked her way from the scrub room, an indiscernible look in his eyes.
God, he looked so tasty but so aloof she couldn’t stand it. Hot and sweaty and eager to get out of here and get human again, she tilted her head and looked cross-eyed at him. “Can’t it wait? I’m dog tired.”
Dexter leaned against the door and refused to let her by. He put his fingers up in a Boy Scout salute. “It won’t take long. Scouts’ honour.”
“Please be quick. I’m about to fall asleep on my feet.” For emphasis, she yawned and patted her mouth.
He crooked his finger at her then swaggered to his office and held the door wide for her.
She felt a trap and hesitated outside his door. “Am I in some kind of trouble? Is Amy waiting in there to ambush me? Can’t you just tell me here and be quick about it?”
He towered over her and crossed his arms over his chest. “Only if you want everyone to overhear.”
She checked both directions down the dim, deserted hallway and splayed her hands wide. She looked askance at him. “Yeah. It’s a real rush hour. Suit yourself.”
He cracked a charming, lopsided grin and bowed. “Entrez-vous, mon amour.”
Mon amour?
Her pulse raced, and she almost swallowed her tongue. She did a double take to make sure she was with Dexter and not someone else. But it was Dex. “Did I get sucked into an alternate universe? Or am I getting hard of hearing?”
Or maybe one of them had gone crazy? He couldn’t have called her ‘my love’. He wouldn’t do that. He’d hardly been able to look at her.
He put his hand at the small of her back and ushered her into a place that definitely didn’t look like his office. Rose petals blanketed the floor. Soft coloured lights and romantic music transformed it from an office to a den of…what? Love?
She bit back a guffaw and turned questioning eyes on him. “What’s this all about?”
He closed the door with a soft click, advanced on her and captured her hands in his. “Us.”
“What?” She choked on the word, disbelieving her ears, sure now she was caught in some cruel time warp or maybe she was delusional.
“As in ‘you and me’.”
A cynical laugh scraped her throat, and she heaved a huge, tired sigh. She rubbed her forehead. “There is no ‘you and me’.”
“I’d like there to be. Ben told me you shot him down and why. He thought I should know.”
Anger hummed through her veins. Was she ever going to repay her ‘friend’ Ben this ‘favour’. She backed up and came up short against his desk. “Okay, so I told him I wasn’t in love with him and just want to be friends. So?”
“And that you love me?”
She searched his eyes, but she didn’t find any answers. Not wanting to be humiliated, she said, “I didn’t say that. He was extrapolating.”
Dexter closed the gap between them and trapped her with his arm on either side of her. He leaned so close his breath mingled with hers and her eyes crossed to see him. “Well? Did he extrapolate correctly? Are you in love with me?”
As she decided whether or not to confess that she was madly, deeply, and crazy in love with him, he got down on his knees and extracted a blue velvet case from his pocket. In front of her astonished eyes, he opened it to reveal the most gorgeous, breathtaking diamond solitaire she’d ever laid eyes on.
“I love you. I’m in love with you and I want to spend my life with you, Charity. Will you do me the honour of being my wife?”
In shock, she couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t move or speak. She could only drown in his beautiful, intoxicating, deep-brown eyes.
“Char?”
That pulled her out of her reverie, and she took the box and gazed at it open-mouthed. “Do you think it’ll fit me?”
Dexter stood and pulled out the ring and held it before her. With a plea in his voice, he asked, “Is that a ‘yes’?”
In rapture, she smiled and nodded her head and squealed, “Yes! Yes! And Yes! I’ll marry you.”
He crushed her to him and took possession of her lips. After he’d drunk long and deep like a man dying of thirst, he pulled back just far enough to gaze into her eyes. “Will you forsake all others and be all mine?”
She took the ring and tried it on but it was too loose.
“It was my grandmother’s. We can have it sized to fit.”
Tears sprang to her eyes and a lump choked her. He really did love her. “So you forgive me about the auction and that night? You won’t hold it against me?”
He cradled her against his heart and rested his cheek against hers. “That was the past. From here on out, it’s just you and me, babe, forever and ever.”
Ashley Ladd lives in South Florida with her husband, five children, and beloved pets. She loves the water, animals (especially cats), and playing on the computer. She's been told she has a wicked sense of humour and often incorporates humour and adventure into her books. She also adores very spicy romance, which she weaves into her stories.
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