[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, bondage, spanking, HEA]
Organized, assertive planner, with trust issues, seeks one-night stand. Chiara Costiano thinks it is a plan, thanks to her best friend Heather. Then she meets Cash Corbin and Zane Heston, two billionaires that want to share her and gain her trust. She’s not so easily convinced that they are for real, and that a ménage is what she wants, but they’re not taking no for an answer.
Cash and Zane are looking for the perfect woman. A billion to one is their chance of finding her, and they hit the jackpot with Chiara. She’s everything they want and desire, but she’s caught in a bit of a jam. They’re about to take over her father’s company, and she believes it belongs to her. As if being abducted isn’t enough, Chiara faces crimes of revenge from her father’s past, corporate sabotage, a hitman gone psycho, and two loving men who swear to remain by her side, no matter who tries to break them.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Dixie Lynn Dwyer is a Siren-exclusive author.
“Here are the latest figures in sales from our main distributors and storefronts to the smallest.”
He leaned very close to her, admired her perfume, the smell of her shampoo, and how the file shook slightly. He was making her nervous. She was attracted to them.
“For the record, you look incredibly brilliant and sexy wearing glasses, Chiara.”
Her chin was tilted up toward him and then the reading glasses moved down to the bridge of her nose. She stared up at him. Despite the high heels, she was still shorter.
“I appreciate the compliment. I read a lot. Not just here at work, but at home, too.”
She pulled off her glasses and handed him the folder.
He smiled at her and she just stared at him as if waiting for something else. Perhaps a request? He wasn’t certain.
“You do amazing work here, Chiara. Where do you get your ideas from?” Zane asked as he stood by the other side of the desk.
“I don’t know. I just seem to have a knack for this type of thing. I get excited about advertising and creating campaigns to promote Costiano’s. I have a lot of great ideas.” She lowered her eyes and carelessly organized the very few items on her desk.
Cash placed his hand over hers as he stood right next to her. Her hand was so delicate and small beneath his much larger one. When she looked up into his eyes, he noticed the concerned expression, but also the sparkle in her gorgeous green eyes.
“I bet you have a lot of great ideas. Where do you see the company headed in the next six months?” He slowly trailed his fingers from her hand up her arm. She held his gaze the entire time. Her hand remained flat on the desk and he was certain that was for balance. He could hear her shaky breath.
“I don’t know. The same, I guess.”
He gave a small smile. “Not from a glance at those numbers. Great things could happen to this company with the right leaders,” he told her then brought his hand to her chin. He clutched it gently. She gave a small gasp but didn’t pull away. He knew she felt the attraction.
“God, Chiara, your eyes are stunning.”
He gently brushed his index finger back and forth over the delicate skin of her throat.
“Are you planning on taking over the company?” she asked him. That question brought reality back to the forefront.
He slowly released her chin.
“Honestly?” he asked her.
She slowly nodded her head.
“This company has great potential for further growth. Zane and I are trying to figure out exactly why your father is considering selling at this point in time.”
“That’s what I’ve been trying to figure out. Apparently, he doesn’t have the confidence in me,” she stated, and he could feel her defeat and upset at that. He felt on the defensive, and concerned for her. She really had the potential, attitude, and desire needed to run this place. So why was her father not allowing it?
“What do you mean?” Zane asked, sitting halfway on the desk in front of them.
Chiara released a sigh. “I’ve worked my way up to this position. I started here at the bottom, in the factory learning about every product and how it is made and manufactured. I didn’t get here because my father owns the company.”
Zane raised his eyebrows at her as if questioning that statement.
“I didn’t,” she said, getting angry with Zane.
Cash felt his cock harden at her assertiveness. She would be a passionate lover, and perhaps recalcitrant to their demands. He imagined her bent over his desk at home, offering up her ass for a spanking because she was naughty.
Damn, it’s getting fucking hot in here.
“Go on. Tell us about it,” Zane stated.
In a flash she tensed up, and pulled back from their perusal. “No. It’s none of your business.”
Zane was around her desk in a flash. He was standing in front of Chiara, and the shock on her face was almost as priceless as the soft moan that escaped her mouth the moment Zane’s hands landed on her hips. He gave them a squeeze, pressing her ass harder against the desk.
“You are our business,” he whispered, staring down into her eyes. She gripped onto his wrists.
“Let go of my wrists, and place your hands behind you, on the desk,” Zane ordered her, and she only hesitated momentarily. Her nipples were hard, poking against the designer blouse she wore. Cash would bet an easy million that her panties were wet.
Holy fuck, Zane was obviously feeling just as aroused and turned on by Chiara as I am.
It was not quite a shock that Chiara resisted.
“Are you crazy or something? Do women just do this because you tell them to?”
Zane didn’t quite smile, but his expression was more like a sly, “I’m in charge” look. “There’s one thing that you’re going to learn pretty damn fast about me, Chiara. I’m always in charge. I get what I want when I want it. There’s no need for your attitude. Cash and I aren’t here to hurt you. In fact, you’ve gained our interest more than this company,” he told her.
Zane was on fire. He was so hard right now and aroused watching his best friend feast on Chiara, he could explode in his pants. And that didn’t happen to Zane Heston.
He devoured Chiara’s moans and loved the feel of her hands caressing him, touching him. She moved them along his waist to his back and he deepened the kiss. He explored her body with his hands, cupping her breast, squeezing her hip and then her ass. She started to press against him, and he began to move his hand lower. She was shorter than them by a foot, and he had to bend slightly to reach the hem of her dress. Their lips parted and he pressed his forehead against hers.
“You taste better than I imagined.”
He slowly moved his hand under her dress. She tightened up and grabbed his wrist. He locked gazes with her.
“Don’t be scared. I bet your pussy is all swollen and needy right now, baby. I want to ease that ache. Cash has the door. No worries.”
“Oh God, Zane, I hardly know you. I shouldn’t let you.”
“You were going to let your friend Heather hook you up for sex. There wouldn’t be this attraction the three of us have. The power and energy flowing between us. It would have been a huge mistake,” Cash stated.
“Huge mistake,” Zane said next.
“Oh God, how embarrassing. It’s not what you think.”
“Shh. I don’t want to hear it. You’re going to be ours. Tonight you’re ours.” Zane kissed along the rim of her nose then to her lips. He pulled on her bottom lip as he tapped her thighs for her to open for him. She didn’t.
“Chiara, open for me. Now,” he said in a firm tone that surprised even him. He held her gaze. Her olive green eyes sparkled, and her lips were parted. She rolled her tongue out to lick her lip, and his cock grew another inch. Fuck
“Do women always do what you want?” She challenged him.
“Usually they do.”
He licked along her lower lip then pulled it into his mouth before releasing it. “Because of the end result.” He pressed his hand between her thighs.
She gripped his shoulders, as they held gazes. “Zane?”
“Open for me.”
“Oh God, I—”
“Open for me now, baby. I promise it will be worth it.”
She hesitated and it was pure torture. He could feel the heat of her pussy from a few inches below where his hand sat. He inched higher and she opened wider. When his fingers pressed over the thin silk panties, she jolted against him. Her lips parted and she hugged him.
“That’s it, baby. Let me in. Let me ease that ache.”
“She’s wet, Zane?” Cash asked.
“She’s real wet, Cash.” Zane eased his fingers under the small thin material of her panties. They were thongs. He was sure of it. He was also shocked that her pussy was bare, too.
“Zane please,” she whispered, holding him tight. Her face was pressed against his chest.
“We got you, baby,” Cash said then caressed her hair from her cheeks. Zane took that moment to press a finger up into her slick cunt.
“Oh.” She moaned.
“Shh, baby, we don’t want to draw any attention to the balcony,” Cash teased and then kissed the back of her neck and along her shoulder. Zane adjusted his stance and began to stroke her wet pussy. With each stroke he pushed deeper, and soon she was leaning back against the building.
“God, she looks like a goddess, Zane,” Cash said as Zane pumped his fingers into her. Cash moved in to share in the event.