by Tina Donahue
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Surrender, Book One
TINA DONAHUE
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Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Epilogue
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Chapter 1
Three potent and tempting men were coming for Bree Debussey, perhaps within the next hour or maybe the next few minutes. She wasn’t certain regarding the exact timing. However, they would arrive in her club tonight to take, use, and command her into fulfilling their basest carnal desires. Before long, they’d have her stripped and bound, her nudity theirs to view and enjoy… or possibly share with her patrons.
Her palms grew damp and her heart raced.
She lowered her head but couldn’t stop her increasing dizziness. A foolish reaction considering how eager she’d been to get herself into this potential mess.
Months before, she’d obligated herself to Lucius, Tav, and Cody, knowing full well what they wanted in return for the funds she needed to make Surrender a success. Their ironclad demand? Once her private Malibu club was up and running, she’d submit fully to them orally, vaginally, and anally. No different from the influential women who frequented this place. A haven where they could forget helming corporations, or working as physicians, attorneys, and financiers who bossed men around, which was so sweet. Until it wasn’t.
Even ballsy babes longed for a take-charge guy, perhaps two or more, in their beds. Once those women entered Surrender, alpha males assured they yielded to masculine needs, and if they didn’t…
Punishment was definitely on the menu.
Her inner thighs tensed.
Discipline was a daydream she’d enjoyed more than once during countless, lonely months when she, Tav, Cody, and Lucius had worked together in San Francisco, building their fortunes in hedge funds. At the time, she’d wanted each man separately—and together. The mix didn’t matter. She craved their male heat and scents yet hadn’t allowed herself to indulge. One guy was bad enough when it came to inevitable heartbreak. But three at once?
Uh-uh. No damn way. If she’d learned anything from her mother, it was to avoid lusting too deeply and never to fall in love. Those reactions were for fools. Being wiser, Bree had sought one goal: to make as much money as quickly as possible and leave poverty in the dust.
At twenty-nine, she’d attained her goal though not by a wide enough margin to get her club up and running without risking everything she’d fought so hard to earn. To lose it all on a new business venture wasn’t something she’d wanted to chance, and so she’d asked around for silent partners. The kind who provided needed cash and nothing else. No suggestions, mansplaining, or demands to run her business their way.
The perfect arrangement.
When Cody, Lucius, and Tav learned about her dilemma, they’d kicked into friend mode and offered as much financial assistance as she needed—then far, far more. They didn’t expect their money returned or even periodic dividends, just her in their arms. On their non-negotiable terms. Proving they’d wanted her physically as much as she had them.
An offer she should have refused, or even laughed at, but didn’t.
And now, their wanton games, starring her as the prize, would begin shortly, lasting until God knew when.
I can’t do this.
Already her panties were wet from anticipation, need burning her skin. She didn’t want to consider what she might be willing to offer them, in a few hours, for a kiss or caress, their big bodies pressed against hers, their rigid cocks filling every orifice, taking her with a right she’d given them.
She pressed into her leather chair and gripped the arms, looking for an out before things even began, let alone went beyond restraint and her heart got pulverized, her dignity shredded. Given her trembling legs, too many steps separated her from the office door for a quick escape. Even if she managed to flee into the night and drive off, she wasn’t entirely certain she wanted that.
Stay or go. Two simple yet impossible choices. Yet she needed to make up her mind.
Her intercom buzzed. She flinched.
“Bree?” Jacquie Reynolds, her always-efficient secretary, sounded breathless.
Join the club. It took a moment before Bree’s heart quit slamming into her throat and she could get her voice to work. “Yes?”
“Your guys just entered the club.”
Her pussy creamed. She frowned. “They are not my guys.”
“If you say so, but I’m tracking them on the monitors. I’ve never seen men so focused or determined.”
Bree’s mouth went dry. “They’re in a freaking sex club. Holly’s barely dressed.”
“Yep. She’s the hostess with the leastest, as far as clothing goes, but they’re not looking at the teeny-tiny top barely covering her boobs or the shoelace that doubles for a G-string she’s wearing farther south. Lucius is speaking to Holly. For the record, his eyes haven’t dipped past her nose. My guess is she could burst into flame and he wouldn’t notice. Tav and Cody aren’t even glancing her way. They keep shifting from foot to foot. Either they’re impatient or they’re… wait. Lucius isn’t talking to her any longer. Now, all three guys are…”
“I don’t need a blow-by-blow.” The suspense might kill her.
“You’re sure? You’d prefer they pop in and just start this thing they have cooking with you?”
Bree regretted having shared a chocolate and merlot dinner with Jacquie, getting buzzed, then spilling her guts about the guys that she ached for when she shouldn’t, and their lusty plans for her. “What are they doing now?”
“They’re approaching the ballroom.”
The decadence there should stop them for a while, the outrageous slave auction totally shameless and super popular, giving her time to regroup, if she was lucky.
“Oh wow, they’re on the move again.” Excitement rang in Jacquie’s voice. “Okay, they’re working their way through the crowd.”
Bree leaned up. “To get closer to the stage?”
“What stage?”
“The one in the ballroom.”
“They didn’t get anywhere near that entrance or go inside. As far as I could see, they didn’t even look in that direction. They’re parting the crowd now like Moses through the Red Sea and barreling toward your office.”
Moses? Barreling? Bree guessed the guys were walking normally. At a stretch, th
ey might be striding. Jacquie planned to write an erotic romance someday and had trouble keeping perspective on the real world and regular guys who weren’t heroes. “Are they tossing clients aside?”
“Not yet.”
Bless her heart, she’d missed the teasing. “So what are they doing?”
“Putting on speed. I’m guessing their ETA at my desk isn’t too long. Seconds past that, they’ll be opening your door. You ready?”
No—yes—crap. Reality warred with hope, neither winning. “Ah…”
“Gotta go.” Jacquie had lowered her voice considerably. “They’re here.”
Bree’s pulse raced.
Muted voices sounded outside her door. The gushing, high-pitched one belonged to Jacquie. The rumbling one had to be Lucius.
The intercom clicked on. “Ms. Debussey?” Jacquie not only sounded pumped, but like she was fighting the giggles. “Your visitors are here.”
Too late to turn back now. The guys had arrived for their spoils. Males weren’t easily dissuaded during a rut. Females either. An eerie serenity settled over Bree and mingled with something akin to joy—the proverbial calm before shit hit the fan—which allowed her to speak with confidence. “Please send them in.”
“Yes ma’am.”
Footfalls neared the door. The knob turned.
Bree stood.
Lucius entered first, the alpha, his gaze settling on her, pinning her to the spot. There was craving in his dark brown eyes.
Her bones went soft.
He grinned.
Aw hell. Despite being effortlessly hot, he wasn’t totally smug, genuine affection on his face. Honestly liking that, she smiled in return and could never tell him to leave no matter how crazy their agreement was. He was simply too beautiful for her to do anything except enjoy his presence.
Tonight, he’d tied back his shoulder-length hair, the same cocoa color as his eyes. Coupled with his bronze complexion, stubble, and smoldering sensuality, he could have been a pirate from way back when, except for his exquisitely tailored suit. The clothing tamed him. Somewhat. At six-four, he’d always towered over her, deliciously imposing but not scary, his shoulders broad, manner confident.
Little wonder. He was a Kontos, Greek-Americans who owned substantial property in San Francisco. Filthy rich from birth, Lucius could have skated through life on his family’s wealth and connections but had carved a place for himself at Mortganson Capital where she’d also worked.
At thirty-two, he’d already reached a billion in net worth, or so the rumors went.
His bucks didn’t matter to her. She liked him as a person.
Their former work friendship, and good manners, demanded she round her desk to shake his hand—or throw herself into his arms. Despite her mounting passion, she couldn’t get her legs to budge. “Lucius.”
“Bree.” Delight sounded in his voice.
Something inside her turned over at his response, making her too vulnerable. Steeling herself against it, she feigned mild interest when she wanted to know everything about him since they’d last spoken. “Have you conquered the world yet?”
Playfulness filled his eyes. “Working on it. At least one small corner.” He gave her a knowing look and stepped deeper inside.
Tav Sutherland shouldered his way in from behind. “About time you moved.” He looked at her, anticipation sparkling in his dark blue eyes. Slightly shorter than Lucius, and a year younger, Tav had dressed down this evening, as he always did for every place he went, no matter how fancy. Although T-shirts and jeans weren’t allowed in Surrender, he’d made up for the casual attire by donning a suit jacket, the garment a probable leftover from his college days. He looked as if he couldn’t have cared less as to its dated style. Typical laid-back Tav, lightyears from Lucius’s take-charge attitude.
Oddly enough, Tav’s easygoing nature made her yearn as much for him as she did Lucius’s dominance. “That’s new.” She gestured to his close-cropped beard.
He stroked it. “I’ve been camping.” According to Mortganson office gossip, his favorite pastime.
She guessed sex was right up there with it. His wavy black hair appeared finger-combed like he’d rolled out of his sleeping bag and off a woman. Perhaps several, since he took everything in his stride, no worries, commitments, or regrets, the same as Lucius and Cody. Three of a kind. Nice, decent men who weren’t looking to find forever after with a woman they considered a work buddy.
She wasn’t up for that game either. Jealousy over who they might be with next wasn’t a right she had in this arrangement. It was about fucking, having fun—nothing more. She reined in her emotions and buried them deep. “I like your new look.”
He beamed.
His joy at her approval touched her more than it should. She shook her emotions off and craned her neck. “Is Cody back there?”
Despite being an adrenaline junkie, he was the quietest in the group, also at thirty the youngest, and pushed past Tav, their height identical. “Hey.” He offered a broad smile.
Pleasure filled her. “Hi.” Blond, tanned, and muscular, Cody Pell could have been the poster boy for the all-American male, right down to his preppy blazer, plaid tie, khakis, and freshly shaved face. “Break any bones lately?”
His laughter filled the room. “Nope, though I did twist my shoulder while I was zorbing.” A sheepish look crossed his face. “The hill was kind of steep.”
Knowing him, the hill was likely a good-sized mountain. Even though she hadn’t a clue what zorbing was, she adored the fire in his eyes, a gutsy look and manner having no equal. At Mortganson, she, Lucius, and Tav toiled as hedge fund managers, taking the slow, steady approach to building a client’s wealth and their own prestige. Cody preferred trading, thriving in an atmosphere that demanded lightning-fast decisions and embracing huge risks. For him, they’d always paid off. She’d never had any doubts. “Glad you’re still in one piece.”
“He wanted to stay alive for this evening, and beyond.” Lucius closed the door. “We all did.”
As one, they faced her, shoulder to shoulder, blocking the only exit, feet planted apart, the prominent ridges behind their flies impossible to miss.
She should have glanced elsewhere, but couldn’t, her blood thickening, her good sense straining for control. To her surprise, caution won out. “We need to talk about this.”
No one made a sound.
Fine. She’d handle things. After rounding her desk, she leaned against it before her legs gave out. “Prior to anything happening we need to set some ground rules.”
Lucius crossed to her, a mountain of a man, his leather and tobacco scent wafting close, followed by his heat.
Mesmerized, she dug her fingers into the desk and lifted her face to his.
“Ground rules?” Amusement shone in his eyes, rather than worry over her nixing the plan. “Such as?”
His proximity overwhelmed, words escaping her. She lifted her shoulders.
Tav joined them. “Regarding this?” Mischief sounded in his deep voice. He pulled handcuffs from his pocket.
Frowning, Lucius elbowed him.
Cody neared, but kept his peace. However, he did smile at the cuffs.
If he’d had his way, he’d probably fuck her raw while they parachuted to earth then take her next as they shot rapids. Luckily, she found her voice and straightened. “That and other things.”
Lucius pressed close, his thighs to hers, cock nestled against her pussy, his hand cupping her neck. “Like this?”
He captured her mouth, their lips fitted perfectly, his bristly cheeks scraping hers, tongue plunging inside.
Gawd. She sagged against him, powerless to resist his strength, scent, and taste. Something minty but also unique, a flavor belonging to him alone.
She gripped his lapels, needing them to keep steady, and to get closer. The moment she had, she ground indecently against him.
A breath couldn’t have slipped between them, her breasts crushed to his chest, not allowing her to inh
ale fully.
Who the hell needed air?
He deepened his kiss, taking rather than asking, using, enjoying, his roughness a thrill rather than something to worry about, and precisely the behavior she required.
Yet she still desired more.
Once she pulled the leather tie from his hair, she drove her fingers through his thick, silky locks.
A lusty grunt rose from deep within him.
She’d rarely heard a better sound.
He tempered his passion, gentling the kiss.
That was awesome too.
They enjoyed each other as she’d wanted from the moment they’d met, her feelings for him building each time he smiled at her or they shared laughter she’d tried to avoid, their friendship deepening despite her attempts to keep an emotional distance. During those empty days when she’d denied herself physical contact, she never would have believed a kiss could be so wondrous.
The world faded away, sounds retreating, leaving them clinging to each other, savoring closeness and intimacy.
Wasn’t enough. If possible, she would have crawled inside his mind, heart, and soul. Barring such nonsense, she stopped herself from coming on too strong.
He struggled for breath, the same as her, then pulled his mouth free and gulped air.
Lucky him. She couldn’t d draw in enough to clear her head.
Tav slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her in to him.
Whatever air she’d taken poured out and mingled with his, his mouth on hers, tongue slipping inside, his beard rasping her skin.
Her knees sagged, bumping into him, his fresh, woodsy scent surrounding them, bringing to mind a forest, reclining on fragrant grass, leaves floating down, sun winking through countless trees to bathe their naked flesh.
