by Leah Braemel
Cover art by Natalie Winters
Warning: This book contains a woman fulfilling her sexual fantasies—including two men who are happy to tie her up, and be tied up, while using graphic language and floggers.
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Jodi Tyler has loved and lost too many times to believe in happily ever after. That’s what makes her no-strings affair with her boss so perfect—his power in bed matches his respect for her independence. Still, when he surprises her with a ménage for her birthday, her secret thrill wars with a nagging thought: Why would he so casually share her with another man?
Even though Mark Rodriguez holds Jodi at arm’s length from his heart, her self-confidence is a turn-on he can’t resist. Inviting old college buddy and future business partner Sam into their bed for one night was supposed to set free her wildest fantasy. Instead he finds the tables turned, forced to watch while Sam brings her to the height of ecstasy.
Now, Mark’s not so sure he wants to share his treasure…
Excerpt from Private Property
Copyright © 2009 by Leah Braemel
Something about Sam’s explanation didn’t quite ring true. While she didn’t doubt the games they’d played in college, after all she already knew of Mark’s voyeuristic tendencies, there seemed to be a molten undercurrent between the two men. Not a macho my-dick-is-bigger-than-yours type game, but a quicksilver explosiveness from Mark, and though Sam tried to conceal it, an underlying wariness that she hadn’t sensed from him at the beginning of the night.
During the game, they’d seemed to work together with no animosity. So why had Sam felt it necessary to change the rules partway through? And was it Sam’s change that had Mark glowering? Or was he simply angry at the control Sam had taken by force?
Mark definitely didn’t like relinquishing control. After she’d suggested the little bondage game they’d enjoyed the week before, she’d expected that he would return the favor, let her tie him up and explore what it was like to be so completely in charge. But to her disappointment, and annoyance, he’d refused.
Is that was this was about? A “King of the Monkey bars” game between the two friends?
Men, she huffed. Fine, he wanted to play that type of game, she’d play right along. Wouldn’t hurt to take some control back from Mark after he’d manipulated this whole evening. Since he liked watching, she’d give him a show he’d never forget. With Sam’s assistance, of course. She wondered if Sam could wrestle Mark up onto the dais so she could use the flogger on his ass.
When she didn’t answer, Sam glanced over at her and smiled as he pocketed something. He walked toward them in an almost-predatory stalk.
“Hey, Mark, I think she likes the idea. Look at her tight little nipples, at how wide her pupils are. She’s so turned on she can’t even answer.” He tapped Jodi on the shoulder, interrupting her fantasies. “So what’s it going to be, sweet pea? We gonna have some more fun? Or are you gonna wimp out and call it a night? It’s your decision.”
His quiet question allowed the last of her concerns about Sam to float away like a feather in a breeze. He had no intention of harming her or keeping her captive. Just as Mark had originally assured her.
“Nothing’s changed on my side. Mark promised me a night I’d never forget.” She smiled at Mark. “And since Sam’s delivered you up on a silver platter, looks like now we’ll both have a memorable evening.”
Jodi walked two fingers up Mark’s leg, slid between his thighs and cupped his groin. When his hips jerked and his breath hissed through clenched teeth, her lips curved into a smile. “What’s the matter, big guy? You enjoyed torturing me earlier with your little game. Can’t handle a little return attention?”
He stared at her from beneath lowered lids, a muscle in his jaw ticking. “I can take whatever you dish out, babe.”
“We’ll see if you feel the same after the games I plan to play.”