by Mari Carr
She lifted herself clumsily, looking around the room. It was empty. The sound of running water and quiet voices in the adjoining bathroom told her where her lovers were.
She pushed herself up gingerly, wincing slightly. Damn. It had been one wild ride. There were muscles in her body screaming at her that she didn’t even know existed. She padded softly across the carpeted floor, pushed the bathroom door open and found the room flooded with candlelight, quiet music and steam.
Both men were still naked. Harrison was bending over to turn off the tap, running his hand through the huge pile of bubbles on the water as Michael adjusted the volume on the iPod.
“Am I intruding?” she teased.
Michael scowled when he saw her. “What are you doing out of bed?”
His response took her aback. “I’m sorry. Did you guys want to be alone?”
Harrison chuckled and rolled his eyes. “Good God, no. This is for you. I think Michael’s bummed you ruined his plan to carry you.”
She pointed over her shoulder with her thumb. “I could go back so you can play the macho-man card if you want.”
Michael shook his head, his grin revealing deep dimples in his cheeks. She’d thought herself too exhausted to even consider sex again tonight.
His sexy smile disproved that theory.
“We thought you might be sore.” Michael took her hand and led her to the large whirlpool tub.
“I am.”
Harrison’s happy expression turned to one of concern that she quickly waved away. “It’s a good sore,” she reassured him. “One I’m hoping we can expand on later.”
Harrison stepped over the edge of the tub, reaching a hand out to help her in. “I think that can be arranged.”
Alexis and Harrison sunk down into the water as Michael climbed in. She lay between Harrison’s legs, her back resting against his chest. Michael faced her from the opposite end and lifted her feet to rub.
She released a sigh filled with bliss and relaxation. For the longest time, the three of them merely rested, letting the hot water work its magic on tired, overworked muscles.
Michael was the first to break the silence. “I want kids.”
It was a jarring segue, but Alexis realized they’d jumped quickly from colleagues to couple—or was the proper term triad?—to married. They’d failed to cover all the important I-want-to-spend-the-rest-of-my-life-with-you topics.
“So do I,” she replied. “But how does that work?”
Harrison ran his hand along one of her arms, playing absentmindedly with the bubbles there. “It works the normal way. We make love. We make babies.”
“But how will you know…” She wasn’t sure how to word her question, wasn’t sure it mattered.
“Who the father is?” Michael asked.
She nodded.
“Do you need to know who the biological father is?”
She considered Michael’s question. Then she shook her head. “No.”
Harrison picked up her hand and clasped it to his with interlocking fingers. “We’ll figure it out when the baby is born. Blood tests tend to reveal all, and Michael and I are different blood types. Medically, we’ll have to know in case anything arises. As for the rest, any children we have will belong to all three of us.”
She twisted slightly so she could look at Harrison over her shoulder. “But the world will think they’re ours, right?”
He nodded.
She glanced back at Michael. “And you’re okay with that?”
Her tone must have revealed she didn’t think he would be. Michael lifted her foot and placed a kiss on the sole. She giggled. “That tickles.”
He opened his mouth and nipped at one of her toes, causing her to laugh louder. “I know this seems odd to you, Alexis, but Harrison and I were raised this way. To our friends and colleagues, you’ll be Harrison’s wife, the mother of his children, but I’ll know the truth. So will you and Harrison.”
“I love you.” She’d said it before to Michael, but she still worried about his feelings. He’d come to this relationship late, but that didn’t mean he hadn’t won her over—heart and soul.
“I love you too. And that’s why this will work.”
She sighed, letting go of the last of her anxiety, her resistance.
While this destiny may have been forbidden at the beginning, she had no doubt they’d ended up exactly where they were meant to be.
Together.
Epilogue
“I was beginning to think I was going to have to come to you.”
Harrison grinned at Price. The man wasn’t really angry with him.
“The bonding celebration ran a little long.”
Price rolled his eyes. “A week too long? Besides you’re not fooling anyone. It’s still not over. I have no doubt you’re going to leave here and run straight back to their bed. I can only assume you needed a break to recuperate, so you decided to take pity on me.”
Harrison pointed to where Price sat, occupying the seat that had once been his. Harrison had thought it would bother him to give up the Grand Master’s job, anticipated being sad to lose his legacy. That regret never surfaced. He’d gained too much in exchange. “You look good behind that desk, Price.”
“Don’t get used to it. The organization needs stability after everything that happened. That means an Adams. Did you call her?”
Harrison shook his head. “No. Not yet. I’ll tell you right now. She won’t want to return.”
Price scowled. “She doesn’t have a choice. She’s the next Adams in line. It’s her legacy.”
“Yeah. And we both know how much that legacy means to her.”
“Harrison.”
“Very well.” Harrison sighed and reached for his phone. He hadn’t spoken to his half-sister in over a year. Considering where she was—at least where he thought she was—he couldn’t be sure the call would even go through. She answered on the fourth ring.
“Hello?”
“Hello, Juliette.”
“Harrison?” He heard the surprise—and wariness—in her voice. “What’s wrong?”
“There have been some unexpected changes. A bit of upheaval. You need to come to Boston.”
Juliette didn’t respond for a moment. When she did, her answer was just as he expected. “No.”
“Juliette, I’m afraid you don’t have a choice.”
“Why?”
Harrison took a deep breath, deciding it would be best to deliver the news quickly. “Because I’ve been forced to step down. The Trinity Masters need you. You’re the Grand Master now.”
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The Trinity Masters
by Mari Carr and Lila Dubois
There’s power and passion in three
Get to know the members of the secret and selective Trinity Masters
Elemental Pleasure
The Trinity Masters Book One
There’s power and passion in three
When Carly Kenan joined the secretive Trinity Masters in college, she knew that one day she’d have to pay the piper. That day has come. Returning to Boston, Carly meets former Marine Lance Glassco, a mathematician for DARPA, and Preston Kim, a celebrated chemist. Though on the surface they have nothing in common, it’s clear the Grand Master thinks that together the three of them can do something amazing. And that’s why he’s declared that Carly, Lance and Preston must unite. In a ménage.
Tempers flare as they struggle to understand each other, but their physical attraction is explosive, and the sex leaves all of them begging for more. Pushed beyond her limits, Carly runs from Lance and Preston. What she doesn’t understand is that she now belongs to them, body and soul…and they belong to her, too. When Lance uncovers a dangero
us crime in Preston’s firm, Carly is caught in the crossfire and the struggling lovers are forced to move beyond desire…to trust.
The Trinity Masters have the power to make careers and change lives, but there’s a price. All members know that the day will come when the Grand Master will select them, and pair them with two others. For the Trinity Masters the strongest bond isn’t a pair, but a threesome.
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Primal Passion
The Trinity Masters Book Two
There’s power and passion in three
Deni Parker thinks she’s got it all figured out. Working on the cutting edge of science, she has little time for anything but work. Luckily she doesn’t have to bother with dating because she’s a member of the Trinity Masters—a secret society that has not only helped her career, but which will identify the two people with whom she’ll spend the rest of her life in an arranged ménage marriage. When her invitation to the introduction ceremony is delivered—years ahead of when she expected—by the very intimidating, and far too handsome, Price Bennett, Deni’s more than a little unprepared.
Price didn’t join the Trinity Masters to play messenger. As CEO of a major security firm and heir to one of the largest fortunes in the world, he’s annoyed when the Grand Master orders him to transport the disorganized, virgin scientist to the ceremony to meet her partners. It’s only when they arrive that Price realizes he isn’t a mere messenger—he’s been matched with Deni.
FBI Agent Gunner Wells has been in love with Deni for years, but he’s resisted pursuing her. When he arrives at his introduction ceremony, he’s delighted to discover Deni is not only a member of the secret society, but one of his partners…along with billionaire playboy, Price Bennett.
Their strong personalities clash—in the bedroom and out of it—but Price and Gunner have to put aside their overprotectiveness, and Deni must put aside her pride, when someone tries to stop her research—with deadly methods.
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Scorching Desire
The Trinity Masters Book Three
There’s power and passion in three
A reformed spy. A respectable lawyer. A renowned playboy.
When Damon Corzo is blackmailed it’s not just his career that’s in jeopardy, but the Trinity Masters—America’s oldest and most powerful secret society. He and fellow member Marco Polin, a world famous playboy musician, enjoy sharing women, a secret that until now they’ve kept quiet.
Tasha Kasharin, the reformed spy sent to help them, knows this is more than simple blackmail. Marco and Damon’s lives are in jeopardy. She ignores her increasingly vivid fantasies about being part of a trinity with them until their investigation is interrupted by the Grand Master, who calls them to the altar and binds them in a ménage marriage.
The men must trust their futures to the unexpectedly innocent woman who’s now their wife, while dealing with the change in their own relationship, and the complicated feelings that come with it. Blackmail escalates to violence, and they’ll have to trust and accept one another if they’re going to survive.
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Full Position by Mari Carr
How much is she willing to risk for a forbidden fantasy?
Though Bella Carper has crushed on Justin and Ned since her first day on the job, she’s smart enough to know a ménage with her hot bosses is probably number one on the list of workplace no-nos. But a frigid genius wouldn’t say no to their exceptionally tempting offer—a no-holds-barred night of wicked fantasies at a local sex club.
Justin and Ned believe in propriety in the workplace, but falling for their sexy graphic artist has blurred the line between professional and personal. These Big Easy men might surprise their small-town girl with their bedroom habits. But the biggest shock could come the morning after…when Bella discovers what they really want.
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*****
“Open your legs. I want to see exactly how wet you are.” Justin tugged on her knee as he issued the command, then felt Ned’s hand on the other. Her thighs parted easily as her skirt inched higher. She tried to tug it down, but Ned caught her wrist, his voice deep, stern.
“Leave it.”
“Ned,” she whispered, uncertainty creeping in again. There was a difference between talking and doing. They’d test her limits tonight, push her completely out of her comfort zone.
Justin leaned closer, trying to set her mind at ease. Ned was always too intense, his need to control a woman coming out stronger, darker. While Justin didn’t think Bella was balking, she was still a novice and probably not completely confident in her decision to pursue this adventure. “Trust us, Bells. We’ll never hurt you.”
Her expression cleared, showing him just how much faith she had in them. It twisted Justin’s insides, made him warm, happy.
She touched his face gently. “I do trust you. Completely. I wouldn’t be here otherwise.”
Unable to resist any longer, Justin ran his hand along the inside of her leg. He sat close enough to hear her sharp intake of breath. The heat of her pussy hit him before his fingers reached their goal. Their girl was on fire.
Then he hit pay dirt. Bella’s eyes closed as he stroked his finger along her slit. She was heat and moisture and sex incarnate.
Ned leaned closer. “Don’t close your eyes, Bella. Look at what’s happening on that stage.”
Bella lifted her eyelids slowly and he watched her struggle to focus. Justin studied her face and realized when she recognized what was happening in the performance.
“She misbehaved,” Ned whispered as Justin circled her clit. Bella bit her lip so tightly, he worried she’d split the skin and draw blood.
Ned continued to talk about the show onstage. “Her teacher is angry with her. He’s punishing her.”
The actor onstage—the professor—had bent his naughty schoolgirl over his desk and taken out a ruler. The scene was an old, familiar one, but Justin could tell from Bella’s responses it was speaking to some hidden desires. Did she like the idea of being punished by an authority figure?
She slid down on her chair—just a little, but enough—to allow Justin better access to her pussy. He didn’t accept her invitation, determined to crank the heat even higher. While the silent actions of her body told him she wanted a stronger touch, he wouldn’t give in until she was pleading, begging. He dragged his finger over her clit once more, making the touch lighter this time.
She groaned softly.
“We’ll punish you the same way the next time you’re late to work.”
Bella’s gaze jerked to Ned’s face. No doubt she wanted to reiterate the time limit she’d placed on this encounter, but neither of them was in the mood to continue that pretense. Justin pressed on her clit again, distracting her before moving lower to circle the entrance to her pussy.
Bella’s breathing became more labored. Between Justin’s touches and Ned’s dirty promises, she appeared to be losing her grip, relinquishing control of her inhibitions.
“We’ll pull you into my office, bend you over the desk, lift your skirt and yank down your panties.”
“I don’t wear skirts to work,” Bella whispered, though it was clear she was turned-on by Ned’s story.
“You will from now on. We’re changing the dress code for you.”
She looked as if she would argue, so Justin went for more distraction, pressing the tip of his finger into her wet pussy.
She closed her eyes, her expression betraying how much she loved this. She gave herself up to the moment.
“I’ll pull a ruler out of my desk drawer and Justin and I will take turns spanking you. I want to see that sexy ass of yours blush as prettily as your cheeks are right now.”
Justin pressed his finger deeper, realizing Ned’s fantasy wasn’t just working against Bella. His cock was so stiff it hurt. The tight clench of her puss
y didn’t help. She felt like heaven.
Ned added more fuel to the fire building in her body. “Once we’ve finished punishing you, we’ll take turns fucking you from behind. You’re going to spend hours with our cocks inside you from now on, beauty.”
*****
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A is for… by L. Dubois
BDSM Checklist, Book One
Do you know your A, B, Cs?
The overseers of LA’s most exclusive BDSM club have a sexy new game that all members must play, and experienced sub Anna has no choice but to participate, despite the fact that she is only months away from being bonded.
Master Jensen knows who, and what, he wants—Anna—but when he’s assigned the first letter of the alphabet he must prove to himself, and the lovely submissive, that he’s willing to push them both to their limits, and maybe beyond.
When Anna and Jensen are forced to face the depth of their desires, and the painful origins of their relationship, they’ll learn that the worst pain comes not from a whip, but from the heart.
“A darkly sensual look into the BDSM lifestyle that melted my e-reader and my heart. I’m thankful there are twenty-five more letters in the alphabet.”
—New York Times bestselling author, Jayne Rylon
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*****
“My friends and companions in debauchery.” There was a hint of amusement in Master Mikel’s voice. “Prepare yourselves.” He pulled off the cloth.
Four neat rows of silver letters were revealed—the alphabet, A to Z. Anna looked from the board to the overseers and back. She didn’t understand.
“When you joined us you completed a sex, kink and fetish checklist. Some of you have updated it as your tastes evolved, others have only one on file.” Master Mikel dropped the drape to the floor.
