Their Leading Lady (MMF)

Discretions 2

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Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 50,092
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When the squeeze is put on famous movie star, Larry Cliff, his assistant, Scarlett Mansell, flies to England, convinced the blackmailer’s identity is connected to Larry’s upbringing in the British care system. She consults with Jago Scott and Lloyd Emmerson, old friends of Larry’s and his PR representatives in England. Scarlett suspects Jago and Lloyd of hiding something and is unwilling to put her trust in them, even if she’s also incapable of resisting their physical charms.
Jago and Lloyd, victims of the same brutal care system as Larry, learned years ago not to trust anyone but each other. But they owe Larry for preventing them from self-destructing and are determined to save his career. Untangling a dangerous web of intrigue woven by a man bearing a massive grudge, can they also persuade Scarlett, the only woman they’ve ever allowed to get close to them, that they aren’t the bad guys…
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Their Leading Lady (MMF)
3 Ratings (4.7)

Their Leading Lady (MMF)

Discretions 2

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 50,092
3 Ratings (4.7)
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Jago didn’t know what had come over him. He didn’t usually get mental images of the women he met in his business life strapped to the St. Andrew’s cross in their playroom, or having her tush whipped, or gagged and blindfolded as he fucked her senseless. His thoughts on this occasion were especially inappropriate. Scarlett was here on Larry’s behalf. Larry was in trouble, his wholesome imagine, his entire career, on the line. Jago and Lloyd would do whatever it took to make sure he wasn’t destroyed by the malicious blackmailer who was threatening him. But still, his body was having none of it and refused to listen to what his brain was yelling at him. There was something about Scarlett that had already gotten to him. Perhaps the fact that she hadn’t tried to flirt with either of them. That was unusual enough to gain Jago’s attention, even if it did make him appear shallow. Just because women usually came on to him, he told himself, that didn’t mean he couldn’t get over it if one found him easy to resist.

Scarlett looked exhausted, having just endured a transatlantic night flight. She wore no makeup and her long hair was a tangle of auburn curls. A redhead. They were supposed to be fiery by nature—if she was a natural redhead, that is. Jago hardened at the thought of comparing her collar and cuff. His guess was that her coloring was natural. He couldn’t detect any darker roots coming through and she had a dusting of freckles across her nose—the bane of redheads the world over.

Jago thought they were cute.

Anyway, fiery described Scarlett Mansell right down to her pink-painted tootsies. She would be a real handful—the sort of challenge any man worthy of the name would be up for. Right now, Jago was up for it in every sense of the word and shifted his position to disguise the evidence. She was sensual. That’s what it was that held Jago’s attention, the more so because she didn’t seem to realize that she oozed sex appeal.

“Look,” Jago said, spreading his hands and his smile simultaneously. “We seem to have got off on the wrong foot here. Believe it or not, we’re on the same side. We both want to help Larry any way we can but you look dead on your feet. Night flights are killers.”

“I’m okay.”

“Are you hungry?”

“I don’t need to eat, and I don’t need you to give me somewhere to stay, come to that. I’ll only cramp your style.”

“It’s better this way,” Lloyd said. “If the press get wind of your being here, what with Larry’s wedding having caused so much interest—”

“Yeah, you’re right.” The fight appeared to drain out of her. “I’m sorry to be so grouchy. It’s just that I didn’t expect this.” She spread a hand to encompass the room. “Anyway, Larry trusts you guys, which has to count for something.” She shrugged and ran a hand through her hair. “But then again, Larry trusts everyone.”

“He always has,” Jago replied softly. “I thought Hollywood might toughen him up a bit.”

She flashed the ghost of a smile. “That’s why he has me.” She stretched her arms above her head and yawned, causing her top to ride up and offering the guys a glimpse of her slightly rotund midriff. “Anyway, you’re right. I do need to sleep.”

“Good plan,” Jago said, standing. “Let me show to you your room. You can clean up, take an early night, or just catch a nap and then come down and join Lloyd and me for dinner in a couple of hours.”

“Don’t you need to work? I thought you had a thriving agency to run.”

There was only a hint of sarcasm in her tone now, which Jago took to be a good sign. “We work from here a lot and have plenty of good people manning the office. We’ve pretty much cleared our outstanding stuff so we can make time for you.”

“Oh, right.”

Jago hadn’t expected thanks for making themselves available, which was just as well since none were forthcoming. He rolled his eyes as he ran up the stairs ahead of her. She followed at a slower place and actually managed to smile when she saw the light, airy guest suite he showed her into. Her suitcase had been put on the stand by Dave and the window was open to let in the soft afternoon breeze.

“This is nice,” she said.

“Glad you approve. The bathroom’s right through there. You should have everything you need but just shout if we’ve forgotten anything.”

“All I need is a long hot shower and then that bed,” she said, glancing at it longingly.

Jago chased away images of her sliding naked between the Egyptian cotton sheets. “Then I’ll leave you to it. I’m glad you’re here and you need to know we’ll do whatever we can to sort Larry’s mess out for him. I don’t know how much Larry’s told you about our history, but without him Lloyd and I would have self-destructed by now. We’ve never forgotten that, and if we can do anything to pay him back then you can count on us.”

“I don’t know anything about you guys,” Scarlett admitted. “That’s typical Larry. He’s nothing if not discreet and never speaks out of turn.” She looked up at Jago and held his gaze. “I’d like to hear the story sometime, if you’re willing to share.”

“Sure thing.” He briefly touched her shoulder. “But get some rest now. We’ll see you later.”

Jago left the room, closed the door, and ran back down the stairs.




“We wanna come on you and with you,” Lloyd said.

“With me?”

“Hey, you don’t think we’d leave you out, do you?” Jago grinned at her, gritting his teeth at the same time, as though he was having trouble holding back. “You make us so fucking hard that we have to do it. That okay with you?”

Scarlett nodded. “Sure it is.”

“Can I come over your face, darlin’?” Lloyd asked. “You sure would look pretty wearing my sperm all over those pretty lips.”

“Yes,” she replied, licking the lips in question. “I want you to.”

“A face fuck, huh.” Jago grinned. “Guess I’ll shoot my load all over those pretty tits. Spread your legs, honey. Let’s see what I can do for you.”

Scarlett not only spread them, she also brought her knees up high. Jago’s long fingers delved into her pussy, honing in on her sweet spot as he continued to work his cock. She let out a moan of protest when he withdrew his fingers again almost immediately and she heard him rummaging blind in the side table drawer behind him.

“Not quite Billy, I suspect,” he said, waving a short, fat vibrator under her nose, “but this one has magical qualities.”

It certainly wasn’t as long as Billy but the moment Jago slid it into her cunt, she understood what he meant about the magical qualities. It had deep raised ridges along its sides and was so wide that taking it stretched her to capacity. Jago thrust it in as far as it would go and she cried out when the ridges agitated the sensitized walls of her pussy. Wow! She thrust against it, enjoying the feel of Jago’s thumb playing with her clit as the vibrator, turned up to maximum speed, got her blood pumping and the throb between her legs blossomed into pure torture. Raw need spiraled through her as Jago, watching her closely, continued to pump his cock.

“Ah, babe,” Lloyd said, throwing his head back as a drop of pre-cum fell on her lips. She stuck out her tongue and lapped it off, causing both men to groan.

“You taste all salty,” she said.

She could tell that they were both in the zone, pumping harder, eyes closed, strong hips thrusting, but Jago wasn’t neglecting her needs and she was right up there in the stratosphere along with them. Who knew that group masturbation could be so rewarding? Lloyd’s loaded balls almost touched her face each time he pushed forward. She darted out her tongue to lick one, then thought better of it and closed a hand around them. She did the same with Jago’s, using her other hand.

“You sure you haven’t done this before?” Jago asked, his voice strangled as his cock appeared to grow and twitch to impossibly large dimensions.

“Uh-huh,” she replied. “But I’m a fast learner.”

“Yeah, I got that part.”

One of Lloyd’s hands clamped around her left breast and tweaked the nipple hard.

“Wanna do the same thing to me, sweetheart?” he asked. “Men’s nipples can be pretty damned sensitive, too, in case you didn’t know.”

That was something else Scarlett had never done before, but she wasn’t about to let that stop her. There was something she could do for Lloyd and she wouldn’t hesitate. Bearing in mind that Jago had said he enjoyed pain, she released his balls, reached up and did what she’d wanted to do since they’d taken their shirts off. She ran a hand experimentally over the strong planes of his chest, feeling the muscles flexing and contracting beneath her touch as she tangled her fingers in his wiry chest hair and tugged hard. He grinned down at her, his eyes flashing with passion, his beauty unbalancing her, making her wonder what the hell she thought she was doing, playing with two such glamorous sophisticates. Lloyd fisted his cock more violently and she inhaled his musky scent of arousal, his fractured breathing warm against her damp skin. She reached for one of his nipples, dug her long nails into it and tugged for all she was worth.

“Fuck it, Scarlett!”

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