[Ménage and More: Erotic Ménage a Quatre Romance, M/F/M/M, bondage, sex toys, HEA for M/F]
Grace is a spitfire. She always has been, thanks to her looks. Looking like you're a teenager when you want to be taken seriously tends to make you a bit outspoken. No one has ever been able to tell her what to do, and since she decided to be a lawyer, she hasn't let anyone stop her. And it's paid off. Now she's going to learn from the best—Morgan Moss.
Morgan has never met anyone like Grace Moore. A small sprite of a woman, her attitude is twice her size. When her eyes meet his, he is a goner. She isn't intimidated by him. He wants to learn more about her. She wants to learn all she can from him, and what better place to teach her than at Bonding Camp? Will she allow him to educate her in all matters of being part of the law firm?
Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among the men.
A Siren Erotic Romance
The chair he was sitting in was turned to face the row of bookcases behind the desk. Slowly and smoothly, the chair turned toward her, and then she was looking directly into the piercing dark eyes of Morgan Moss.
Something shifted inside, her pulse increasing by a few beats. She drew a breath slowly in through her nose, steadying herself.
Good God, the man was the most devilish-looking man she’d ever seen. And he was gorgeous, even if he was at least ten years older than she.
Shoving her right hand forward over the desk, she smiled her best cheerleader-type smile. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Moss. I’m Grace Moore.”
His movements were tight and calculated. He unfolded himself from the leather chair, rising to his full height before taking her hand in his. As he rose, Grace kept her eyes on his face and by the time he stood behind his desk, her head was tilted at quite an angle. He must be at least six foot five or more.
His hand wrapped around hers, squeezing gently. “Morgan Moss,” he said, his voice deep, washing over her like faraway thunder.
Grace wanted to slap herself. Her body was reacting to this man as if he was its master. Heat coiled in her crotch, her nipples tightening beneath her silk blouse and bra. Even worse was the fact her cheeks were growing hot. The last thing she wanted to do was blush.
She pulled her hand from his and stepped back, putting some distance between them.
“You want to be my intern? How old are you?” he asked, one dark eyebrow rising.
Grace’s gaze didn’t waver, no matter how much his intensity was turning her on. “I’m twenty-two.”
A shadow seemed to cross his eyes. He looked down at her, his gaze seeming to soften somehow. “Twenty-two,” he repeated.
“Yes.” She couldn’t help but notice the way he resembled a pirate and the devil at the same time. Jet-black hair, a little too long, curling up a bit at the tops of his ears like little horns. A neatly trimmed Van Dyke beard set off his strong jaw perfectly. And his eyes…they were so intense…
“Sit down, Grace.” Mr. Moss sat back down in the chair behind the desk, taking charge of the interview.
Grace also noticed he addressed her by her first name. Establishing himself as my superior. She chose the chair to her right, placing her small briefcase on the floor beside it. Justice sat in the chair next to her, crossing one ankle over his knee and propping his elbow on the arm of the chair. Grace looked over at him. He smiled, looking like he was enjoying this meeting immensely.
Mr. Moss shuffled some files on his desk then pulled one in front of him. He opened it and leaned back with some papers in his hands, reading.
Grace swallowed, waiting for him to ask her a question or make a comment. She didn’t want to rush him. He already looked as if he was frustrated about something.
“Well, Grace,” Mr. Moss said, laying the papers down in front of him. “It seems your resume is pretty impressive. Why do you want to intern with us?”
She was on. “I want the most experience I can get, and your firm is known for its high-profile cases. You’ve got a wonderful track record of winning cases, and I’ve not heard anything untoward about the firm or the staff.”
He steepled his fingers in front of his chest and leveled his gaze at her. “Where do you plan to go to law school?”
“I’m hoping to be able to attend Harvard.”
She really didn’t want to tell him about her financial situation, but it looked like she was going to have to. “Mr. Moss—”
“Morgan,” he interrupted. “If you’re going to work here, we’re going to have to be on a first-name basis.”
Did she already have the job? Her stomach jittered, excitement filtering through her. “Do I have the job?”
The corner of his mouth quirked up in a crooked smile. “We haven’t determined that yet, now have we? Tell me why you’re ‘hoping’ to get into Harvard. Have you been accepted?”
“Yes, I’ve been accepted.”
“Then what’s the problem?”
Her jaw tightened. “The problem is the tuition. I’ve applied for loans, and though I’ve been approved for some of the cost, I still am a bit short. That’s the reason my attending Harvard isn’t set at this time.”
“Can’t your family help?”
She folded her hands in her lap. “Morgan, I’m from a small town in Ohio. Both of my parents work in a factory. They make enough money to live comfortably, but they can’t afford to help me with my tuition. That’s one of the reasons it’s important for me that I secure this job. I need to save some money to help pay for my tuition this fall.”
“I see.” He touched his fingers to his lips, his gaze almost burning through her. “Let me ask you a question then.”
“Ask and I’ll give you the best answer I can come up with.” She wanted to hold her breath and fought the urge. She really wanted this job. She needed this job. Not only did she need the money, she also needed the internship for her resume. A recommendation from the firm would open doors for her. Especially if she didn’t get a job offer here.
“If I take you on as my intern, you will be working very closely with me. Long hours, a lot of paperwork. You won’t have much of a social life. Would that be acceptable to you?” He narrowed his eyes.
“That’s not a problem. I’m willing to do what it takes to be a team player here at the firm.”
“She likes it when you’re rough with her, Morgan,” Rodgers said, touching one of her nipples with a fingertip.
Morgan released her hair and swiped his tongue across her kiss-swollen lips. “I know.”
Grace’s tummy trembled, her body so alive she thought she would explode from the electricity flowing through her. Looking into Morgan’s deep, dark eyes, her heart swelled with a feeling she’d never experienced before. He was powerful and handsome, a true man who knew what he wanted and went after it with passion. Her face heated, her pussy rippling around Rodgers’s cock that she was impaled upon.
“Give me your hands, Grace,” Morgan said, his voice soft yet firm.
She raised her hands. Morgan took hold of the chains dangling from overhead. They jingled against each other as Morgan fastened the handcuffs attached to the chains around her wrists. He brushed a kiss across her lips then rose to move behind her. She heard some scuffling behind her, and then Morgan reappeared with a small, black, leather-covered stool. It was shaped like a little bench. Morgan placed it over Rodgers’s stomach.
“This is a brace to help hold you in place. Rest yourself on it,” Morgan told her, putting his hand on her shoulder and urging her to bend at the waist.
She lowered herself onto the brace. It fit just beneath her breasts at her ribcage and supported her upper body. Still, her arms were pulled upward, her wrists shackled by the handcuffs. The muscles in her shoulders were stretched, but it wasn’t painful.
Rodgers brushed the palm of his hand over her nipples. “What a wonderful view,” he said, tweaking one.
Grace shuddered, a shot of lightning buzzing to the back of her tongue.
Rodgers smiled beneath her and thrust his hips upward, sending his cock deeper inside her.
“Wait, Rodgers, we’re not ready yet,” Morgan said, behind her again. He ran one hand over the cheek of her ass. “But I’m not going to wait any longer. Spread your legs, Grace.”
She struggled to do as he asked, her position not the best to be able to move on her own. Morgan moved in behind her, dropping to the mat between her legs. Morgan’s legs fit in between hers on the outside and Rodgers’s on the inside. Fingers rambled down the cleft of her ass, spreading her. Heat rushed up from her center, flushing her face. She wrapped her fingers around the chains the handcuffs were latched to and prepared to be invaded.
“Justice, you know what to do,” Morgan said above her, and then he pressed the head of his cock against her anus. Placing one hand on the small of her back, he spoke in a low tone. “You won’t be able to speak, Grace. If you want to stop, wave one of your hands. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Morgan,” she said. Her throat was tight, her need to have him inside her building to the point she was afraid she would come as soon as he entered her.
“Well then, let’s begin.” Morgan smoothed his hand over her back and then surged forward.
Grace let out a groan as he slid into her ass. She was filled to the brim, the pressure inside between the cock in her pussy and the one is her ass exquisite. The chains holding her arms rattled metallically as the two men began to fuck her. First one, then the other, pulling back and thrusting forward, creating a heat that traveled all the way up her spine. Her cream flowed freely, wetting her all the way down the inside of her thighs. Morgan’s hand on the small of her back put pressure even from above, and she could feel every tiny movement of his dick in her ass. Friction and pleasure with a hint of sweet pain was about to send her over the edge. Rodgers leaned up from beneath her and captured one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking hard.
“Oh my god,” she said, throwing her head back.
“Justice, it’s time,” Morgan said.
Justice moved into her line of sight, his cock thick and stiff. She licked her lips, pretty sure she knew what was coming.
Justice stepped closer, one foot on each side of Rodgers’s head. He placed one hand at the back of her head and looked into her eyes. “Open.”
Taking a deep breath, she parted her lips.
Slowly, Justice’s cock entered her mouth. With his hand holding the back of her head, he inched forward, easing into her mouth. “Oh hell, this girl is hot,” he said through clenched teeth.
Then the real fucking began. Her body went wild with fire, the flames licking every inch of her as three cocks fucked every orifice her body had. Her muscles coiled low in her stomach, her breath coming hot through her nostrils as Justice’s shaft bumped against the back of her throat. Rodgers thrust up from below, his teeth scraping her nipple as he sucked at it even harder, his other hand pinching her other nipple until the pleasure-pain shot through her to her back teeth. Morgan groaned behind her, his rhythm fucking her ass slow and calculated as he thrust forward and pulled back.
“Grace, come for us. Come now!” Morgan commanded, thrusting forward.