Theirs for the Taking (MMF)

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 32,273
1 Ratings (3.0)
[Ménage and More: Erotic Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/F, with M/M and F/F, bondage, HEA] 
Eden Stone, owner and CEO of Stone & Stone Architects, has head-hunted and hired the renowned architect Cody Stretton for his company. They have their initial meeting one night in one of the town’s swanky clubs, where Eden is immediately attracted to the voluptuous and beautiful bartender, Chelsea, unaware that she is Cody’s wife.
The Strettons have been married for ten years and have been looking for a partner to rejuvenate their sex life, but are wary of the town’s sex clubs. When Cody sees the amount of interest Eden is showing in his wife, he convinces her that Eden is their man, but there is a small problem. Eden is Cody’s boss and he knows that mixing business with pleasure is a risk. However, when Cody reveals their intentions to Eden, he finds the idea appealing and can’t wait to join them, but things take a surprising turn when the three lovers finally get together in the bedroom.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Theirs for the Taking (MMF)
1 Ratings (3.0)

Theirs for the Taking (MMF)

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 32,273
1 Ratings (3.0)
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The book was okay but was kind of confusing for me. I kept having to go back and read things over again to be sure I understood what was going on. The ending left me feeling there should have been more. Unless there is going to be another book. Like I said, it was okay, just wish there would have been more.




Eden Stone opened his eyes and gazed out the bedroom window, listening to the chirping of the birds in the oak tree. He was tired because he wasn’t used to staying out late, but last night was an exception. He thought about the bartender, Chelsea. She was indeed a temptress. He thought of her heavy, round breasts and his cock stirred. Not only did it stir—for when he looked down, it was staring him in the face—but there was nothing he could do at that moment. He was late for the office and had to put a spring in his step, but what was he going to do with the intruder who kept staring at him, begging to be sated? A cool shower would have to suffice.

While he showered, his thoughts again turned to her. Women never had that kind of effect on him and he never allowed a woman to sleep in his home. After a night of passion, he would send his conquest home alone in his company limo. There was only one woman he’d loved snuggling with, but she had broken his heart, and since then, he took whatever he wanted from women, but was careful never to fall in love.

There was only one companion, whom he referred to as Celeste, who loved being seen on his arm on special occasions, but she’d never been in his bed. She was intelligent, sophisticated and well bred, but his cock had never risen to greet her.

What was this hold that the bartender had on him? He had seen her only once but he couldn’t get her out of his mind. His emotions were now like a seesaw, up one moment, down the next. She had turned his life upside down and he had to have her.


* * * *


Monday afternoon found Cody sitting in the waiting area outside Eden’s office. He was nervous, but he tried not to let it show.

“Mr. Stone,” his assistant said, “Mr. Stretton is here for his two o’clock appointment.”

“Give me one moment, and then you can send him in.”

Eden put on his jacket, gazed into the mirror and pushed a few strands of blond hair back into the leather strap of his ponytail. He walked to the door, opened it and came face-to-face with Cody. The two shook hands and Cody took a seat on the plush sofa, and after exchanging a few pleasantries, the two men got down to business.

“Is that your resume you have there?”

“Yes, I brought everything. I thought you would want to see the buildings I’ve worked on.”

Eden took a seat beside him and perused his documents. Cody gazed at him out the corner of his eye. Eden was a very handsome man. He had a poker face and Cody wondered what was going on in his mind. He considered him a bit young to be the head of such a big empire, and naturally thought he had inherited it from his family.

He looked around the room at the paintings and gazed at the single painting of Eden Stone, in repose in an armchair, on the wall behind them.

“I wasn’t aware that you designed the new McBurnie building overlooking the bridge,” Eden said. “It’s a very beautiful piece of architecture. It must’ve taken quite a bit of planning for that one.”

“That is my pride and joy. It took a better part of a year to achieve what I really wanted, but it worked out.”

After discussing the contract in its entirety, Cody was ready to join the company.

“It is my pleasure to have you join Stone & Stone Architects,” Eden said, handing him a pen and the contract. “Read it carefully and when you’re through, sign on the dotted line. I’ll be back in a couple of minutes.”

He opened the door and disappeared, leaving Cody alone to peruse the document. Satisfied that everything he had been offered earlier was in the contract, Cody signed the document and waited before getting up and walking toward the portrait. He gazed at it. It seemed so lifelike. As he moved away, Eden Stone’s grey eyes seemed to follow him around the room.

A few moments later the door opened and Eden returned accompanied by his assistant, whom he introduced to Cody.

“If everything is in order, I will sign the contract and my assistant, Mrs. Jiggs, will witness it.”

The assistant left with the signed contract and the two men shook hands.

“Mrs. Jiggs is the go-to person when I’m not around. She has been with me since I opened the doors of the company fifteen years ago and knows more about it than I do. Have you any questions for me?”

“No sir. I’ve informed myself, but if there is anything I’ve forgotten to ask, I will call you or speak to your assistant.”

“I admire a man who doesn’t jump in feet-first. By the way, there’s just one other thing. It says on the application that you are married. In that case, you’ll have to speak to Human Resources to have your wife put on the company insurance plan.”

Cody’s breath caught in his throat.

“I’ll do that,” he replied.

“Naturally she’ll be entitled to most of the same company benefits that you’re entitled to.”

The two men shook hands again and Eden watched Cody walk out the door. He sat down and turned on his computer, and after staring at the screen for a few moments, a smile crossed his face. He had just managed to finagle one of the town’s renowned architects into his company. He spun his chair around and looked out the window, turned around again, made a call, then stood up and walked out the door.




“Perhaps I should be going,” she said, getting up. “It’s getting late and I promised Cody that I’d call him when I got in.”

“Thank you for your wonderful company,” he said, “but before you go, there’s something I want from you.”

“What?” she asked, wondering what was on his mind.

“Give me your underwear,” he said, holding out his hand.

She gasped and they stared at each other.

“You said you trusted me,” he said, standing inches in front of her.

“But I trust you,” she whispered, not knowing what else to say.

“If you trust me, then give them to me.”

She lifted her skirt, lowered her underwear over her hips, down to her ankles, and handed them to him.

“That’s the first step in our relationship. I want you to trust me, Chelsea. I hope you wouldn’t challenge me when I ask you to do anything,” he said, drawing even closer to her.

He was so near she could smell his cologne. Spice! She loved the fragrance.

“Thank you for a beautiful dinner,” she said, walking toward the door.

He guided her by the elbow, suddenly stopped and pushed her up against the door.

“I want you, Chelsea. More than you’ll ever know,” he said, lifting her hair and sucking on the soft spot behind her ear.

His tongue circled the shell of her ear and she could feel his hardness pressing against her mound, causing her juices to ooze freely between her thighs. She writhed hungrily against him.

“You want me, too, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she whispered, gazing into his face.

“Lift your blouse and show me one of your breasts,” he said, his voice husky and his eyes pinned on her chest.

She slowly raised her blouse, still holding his gaze. When he saw the swell of her breasts, his cock turned somersaults fighting to get out of his pants.

“Delicious! They have exceeded my every expectation,” he said, pulling on the bra cup with one finger and watching her nipple appear over the top, followed by the rest of her creamy breast.

She stared at him as his eyes took in every inch of her puckered peak. He looked from her breast back to her eyes, and he salivated as he stared down at that one mouth-watering mound of flesh.

“Is there anything you’d like me to do to you?” he asked, his voice a mere whisper.

“Anything you want, but I prefer to be licked,” she cried out, her head thrown back against the door.

It was as if a shot of passion had been injected directly into his veins, and his cock stirred.

“With your panties in my pocket, I know your cunt must be wet and dripping.”

“Yes,” she whispered, still holding his gaze.

“We’ll take this to the next level when Cody returns,” he said, running his tongue slowly across her lips. “At that time, I will grant you your wish and lick you all over.”

She stared at him, her lips parted and his tongue invaded her mouth exploring every corner. He sucked on her warm tongue leaving her breathless with desire, and then stepping away from her, he lifted the bra cup with two long fingers and covered her breast. But she wanted more and disappointment registered across her face.

“Next time we’ll discover each other, with Cody, of course,” he said softly.

He opened the door and she stepped out, one hot and bothered mess.

“I can sense your arousal,” he whispered, opening the limo door and allowing her to slide in. “There’s one more thing. Don’t make any plans for next weekend, because we’re going to my cabin by the lake. All of us.”


* * * *


They were only about five minutes away from Eden’s home when the telephone in the limo rang. Robin picked it up and spoke to the caller, then asked Chelsea to pick up the receiver. Eden was on the other end.

“Chelsea,” he said his voice raspy and low. “I’m going to test you. I want to know that I’ve gained your trust.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“You said you like to be licked, so I want you to allow Robin to lick you. When the limo’s parked, Robin will join you in the back. You’re not to touch Robin, but Robin can touch you.”

“I don’t understand.”

“You promised you wouldn’t ask why. I’ll put it this way. If Cody, you and I are entering into a relationship, there has to be a certain amount of trust between us, wouldn’t you say?”


“When I want you and I call, I want you to drop everything and come to me.”

“But Robin is not a part of the relationship.”

“I’m testing you, Chelsea,” he said as the limo came to a complete stop in a poorly-lit street. Robin opened the back door and climbed in. “I’ll be listening, Chelsea. Don’t disappoint me.”

His words rang in her ears. You aren’t to touch Robin, but Robin can touch you wherever he wants. She wondered why he kept using the chauffeur’s name, but she was too aroused to worry about it. Robin! Robin! Robin!

Robin removed his chauffeur’s cap and laid it on the seat behind them, allowing a sea of blonde hair to cascade around his face. Robin’s hands crept slowly up her thighs until they reached her warm center.

He pushed her skirt up around her waist, a sea of blonde hair falling over Chelsea’s thighs, and allowed his fingers to roam. He rubbed his fingers slowly around her clit and she purred like a kitten.

Already wet from the effects of Eden’s kiss and the promise of a hot and sizzling weekend with the two men, excitement caused her pussy to throb, and even though she had made a half-hearted protest, the feel of Robin’s fingers on her warm, wet clit had her squirming and bucking toward him.

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