Intimate Details (MFM)
[Ménage Amour: Erotic Ménage a Trois Romantic Suspense, M/F/M, light consensual BDSM, food play, HEA]
Shana Gallagher’s been hacking one of Manhattan’s most corrupt executives, transferring millions from his accounts to those of his victims, making him pay for what he’s done to them. Using her skills, she convinces Mike Russo and Cody Latham to hire her at their intelligence-gathering firm, where intimate details help their clients.
Never has Mike met a woman as delicious as Shana. Smart as hell, curvy, and assured, she’d be a delightful challenge in bed. Cody’s carnal hunger is equally intense. He and Mike want to know everything about her.
She won’t divulge the secrets of her past. All she can offer is unquenchable desire and her heart.
During weeks of shameless lust and pleasure, Mike and Cody peel away the layers of Shana’s life. The stunning truth changes everything. They’ll do all that they can to keep her safe…and in their arms.
A Siren Erotic Romance
4 STARS: "I want to be Shana when I grow up. She is a kick-butt strong woman who takes no prisoners and doesn't apologize for anything; unless she was actually in the wrong. She's smart, confident (mostly) and knows who she is, even though that identity is hidden deep. She has a good reason. Cody and Mike are good guys in all ways. Different childhoods gave them each unique strengths and skills that are called upon when things get a little murky. They are rule followers for justice, just like Shana is a rule breaker for justice. But that causes a few problems in the developing relationship dynamic as the story goes on. My vote for best supporting character goes to Puss, Shana's cat. The author did a good job describing the relationship and how it got that way between Shana and her cat. If you've never been owned by a cat you won't get it, but I'm sure all can enjoy the relationship and how it evolves as Shana introduces the men into her life. I liked the background story and thought it moved things along nicely. Had a little difficulty believing all the shenanigans that went on at the office, but I've never owned an office so what do I know? Steamy scenes were well-written and plentiful, although the emotional aspects of the story and how the men fell in love with Shana were a bit taken for granted. Most of the story is from Shana's POV so that is to be expected, but would have liked more in that respect. A good read." -- Chris, Night Owl Reviews
The doors hissed open.
Shana staggered from him, her mouth still wet from his kiss and Mike’s. She’d mussed his hair. Cody’s tie was askew. Backing out of the elevator, she murmured, “Good night.”
Before either of them could respond, Shana turned to flee. No way could she ever come back here.
“Whoa.” Mike grabbed her wrist as he had in the suite.
The guard at the front desk leaned up in his chair. His beer belly hung over his belt. His expression said the security cameras had shown him what had just gone down in the elevator. “Everything okay, Mr. Russo?”
“Is my driver out there?” Mike asked.
The guard craned his neck to see. “Yes sir, he is.”
“Please tell him we’ll be out in a few minutes.”
The middle-aged man hurried outside. Mike held Shana’s wrist gently but firmly. “Good night?”
His lower lip shone with the moisture she’d left on him. Several locks dangled over his forehead. Unable to help herself, Shana eased them back. “I need to go home.”
Mike’s gaze remained lifted to her smoothing his hair. “Yeah, we get that.” Cody had just joined them. Mike spoke quietly. “You’re taking off after what just happened in the elevator?”
She lowered her hand. “It shouldn’t have.”
Cody frowned, his expression a mixture of confusion and disappointment. “Why not? Clearly, we all enjoyed it. You did, right?”
More than anything Shana could recall. Their strength was thrilling and protective, an amazing combination she longed for but couldn’t risk.
Her throat tightened. Tears threatened.
Suddenly, she felt beyond weary and so alone she rested her head against Cody’s shoulder. Stupid, she knew, but Shana couldn’t help herself.
Cody hesitated a moment, then ran his hand down her hair. Mike played with her fingers.
She fought against smiling and crying. Crap, her emotions were all over the place.
“You okay?” Cody murmured.
Shana nodded then shook her head then nodded once more.
“You’re hungry and tired,” Mike said, speaking softly. “You’re not yourself.”
She laughed, unable to stop. “How can you say that? You don’t know me.”
“We want to,” Cody whispered.
Her belly clenched with worry. What they were asking for wouldn’t work. Shana knew they’d never harm her deliberately. They weren’t that kind of men. However, they were human and eventually they’d hurt her. It was what people did to each other, whether they meant to or not. Best not to get involved. She needed peace. They deserved a better woman than she could ever be.
“We can talk about it in the car,” Mike promised.
Shana eased away from Cody then memorized his and Mike’s features because she couldn’t see either of them again.
“Really, we can,” Cody said.
Smiling sadly, she straightened his tie then patted the knot, drinking him in, loving the gentleness in his expression, his rough good looks.
“What?” he asked, as Mike had earlier.
Shana’s emotions raged, battling with her thoughts. What she knew she had to do.
The guard returned from the outside.
She glanced at him then the glass door swinging closed.
Mike and Cody shifted their weight as though they expected her to bolt.
Shana should have. Leave, she ordered herself. Now.
The guard looked at her curiously.
She turned from him before he could read her expression. Mike and Cody studied her.
Both of them were everything she’d ever wanted in a man, in a friend, and far more than she’d hoped for.
“Yes,” she said, speaking before she could stop herself. “I enjoyed every second.”
“And I’d like more,” she added, admitting what was in her heart.
Now, they grinned.
“But it’d only be sex,” she said, low enough so the guard wouldn’t hear. “Having a good time. Nothing personal. Ever. You guys couldn’t possibly want that. You deserve more.”
“Wait,” Mike said, again keeping her from leaving. “Who said we’re looking for a commitment for god’s sake. What’s wrong with just being friends?”
“Yeah,” Cody chimed in. “We already know what kind of lattes you like and that you’re into cheesecake brownies. That’s personal. As far as I can see the world didn’t screech to a stop when we found that out.” He glanced around then shook his head. “Nope. It hasn’t.”
Mike leaned close, delivering his wonderful fragrance. “We’ll keep it fun. Promise.”
“Nothing personal,” Cody said. “Strictly surface crap. We’ll talk about work, clients, sports, films, food, and books. Stuff like that.”
“Why?” she asked, stirred by what they’d said, frightened as hell too.
Smiling, Mike brushed Shana’s hair from her shoulder and stroked the side of her neck. Her breath caught.
“Because we like you,” he murmured. “That’s what friends do. However, I do have one personal question, and I want an answer.”
Her skin got clammy. She stepped back.
He followed. “Are you in trouble or in some kind of danger? Is that what this is about? If so, let us know, please. We can help.”
Shana stared at him.
“Is someone trying to hurt you?” Cody asked.
She thought about Raptor, the threat he’d presented in the past. What he’d do now if he were lucky enough to find her.
“No,” she lied. “No one’s after me.” She faked a laugh. “Seriously, you guys were really in military intelli—”
Cody interrupted, “We just want to help, all right?”
Sobering, Shana nodded.
“We won’t grill you on anything personal,” he said. “But you can’t ask us anything either.”
“That’s right.” Mike took her hand. “No more hacking into our accounts either, business or otherwise. Remember, our lives are as private as yours is. Come on.”
A look of mischief flared in Shana’s dark eyes, followed by impossible need. “Both of you at the same time. Unless you guys don’t know how to do that.”
Cody snorted a laugh.
Puss mewed loudly from the other side of the door.
Before Shana could do anything about it and leave them, Mike ran his fingers over her belly and the inside of her thigh to keep her focused on what was going to happen in this room.
Rapture flooded Shana’s face, softening her features even more. She pursed her lips and murmured, “Shhh, Puss. Shhh.”
The cat pushed her paw beneath the door and moved it from side to side, clearly wanting in.
Mike knew how Puss felt. If his cock didn’t get relief soon, he was going to fucking wail louder than she had earlier. Taking charge, he tore two packets away from the string and tossed one to Cody. In an unspoken race, they rolled the latex up their rigid shafts. Mike finished first and positioned himself on his back, next to Shana.
She turned to him.
Mike held up his cock and ordered, “Hop on.”
Beaming, she straddled him. As Shana watched herself guiding his rod to her opening, her hair spilled forward, the ends brushing Mike’s pecs. A whirlwind of delight raced down his body and settled in his overstimulated groin. He groaned.
She paused and lifted her face. Sin filled her eyes. Pleasure rang in her voice. “Ready?”
Mike had to be honest with her. “I’m going to goddamn die if you don’t get a move on.”
From behind her, Cody muttered, “You? If I don’t come soon, my cock’s going to fucking burst.”
She twisted around to look at his rod and murmured, “Poor baby.”
“Shana,” Mike growled, wanting her to focus on him.
She turned back and offered an exceptionally soft smile.
It was so intimate, meant only for him, that Mike forgot his lust.
Shana reminded him of it as she slipped his crown inside her cunt.
Holy fucking moly. She was smoking hot, tight beyond belief, shitting perfect. Mike hauled in a huge breath then lost it on a noisy sigh as she lowered her body to his, her narrow pussy swallowing him inch by inch until their curls touched.
Mike panted as though he’d run from the Bronx to here. Not only had she imprisoned him within her snug sheath, she worked her inner muscles, squeezing his rod firmly, quickly.
“Stop,” he pleaded, his voice choked. “Unless you want me to come.”
Shana gave him one of her ‘watch-it’ stares then offered Mike a wicked smile that said she had no intention of stopping.
Aw shit, he was toast. He tensed, expecting the worst, or rather the best, and prayed he’d last at least ten seconds.
Shana studied him then relaxed her inner muscles around his rod. Leaning forward, she brushed her mouth over his. “You want me to be good?”
He laughed. “Fuck no.”
“Neither do I,” Cody said.
The pose she’d unknowingly struck was too inviting. Her ass lifted, cunt filled, anus unprotected.
The tight pink ring called to everything male and uncivilized in Cody. The same as Shana’s sensual fragrance, incredible curves, her satiny skin. He couldn’t look at or touch her enough. Damn, she was in his blood, thickening it, making him want.
He couldn’t recall another woman who’d done that to him. He’d had his share of puppy love in school and when he’d been in his early twenties, but kept finding out it was simple lust. He liked breasts and cunts. So sue him.
Shana was different. He admired her intelligence and courage in what he sensed was a sad and lonely life. There wasn’t one photo in this place of her or anyone else. Nothing truly personal, except for Puss and her toys. Even the masks in here seemed more like decoration than mementos of good times.
Why Shana seemed to have no one except for a stray cat, Cody couldn’t imagine, but she’d survived whatever had happened when most women her age would have fallen apart. For that, he respected her even more.
Cody settled between her and Mike’s legs then ran his fingers over her narrowest opening. She trembled and pulled her mouth free of Mike’s.
“You okay with this?” Cody murmured.
Shana’s hair glided over her back as she turned to look at him. Her lips were damp and swollen, her eyes still glazed with lust. Even so, she saw him. Cody felt it in his soul. She wanted him as much as she did Mike.
“Oh yeah,” she breathed. “Please.”
He cracked a smile, knowing she didn’t have to beg. Hell, he was ready to do that with her.
Not wanting to hurt Shana in the least, Cody dampened his fingers in the moisture that had escaped her pussy. Christ, she was wet. His desire went into overdrive, pulling his balls closer to his body, stiffening his rod until it was too erect to do anything except point at her. Swallowing hard, Cody ran his damp fingers over her anus, then worked his pinkie inside to lubricate her further.
Shana stiffened momentarily, then moaned around Mike’s tongue. They were at it again, kissing like the end of the world was here, the noises they made not nearly as nice as the ones Cody had shared with her. He rested one hand on her sumptuous ass then used the other to guide his cock to her opening.
She trembled slightly.
Easy. I won’t hurt you.
Hell, he’d cut off his damn balls first.
They ached like a bad tooth, needing relief. His entire body hurt, his muscles so strained they screamed for him to hurry the fuck up.
Carefully, slowly, Cody worked his crown inside Shana’s tight ring. She pulled her mouth from Mike’s and huffed out her breath.
Cody froze. “You okay? Does it hurt? Am I too big?”