Their Virgin Mistress

  Callum took his time. She could see the strain on Rory’s face, but she loved them both for taking it easy with her. They were careful, making her feel their love and protection even as they inundated her with their desire.

  Callum moaned behind her, his hands circling her waist as he thrust in. “Just a bit more. We’re almost there.”

  She gasped when he finally breached her fully. The sensation was totally different from the plug. The plug was cold and sterile. This was Callum, all passion and fire. His heat flashed through her. They were connected on a base level. She was giving him something she’d never thought to give, and the sheer intimacy of it floored her.

  Rory reached up and brushed away tears she hadn’t known she was shedding. “We should stop. She’s crying.”

  “No,” she said as quickly as she could. “I’m not in pain. Don’t you dare stop.”

  “She’s happy we’re finally together,” Oliver said, his voice thick with emotion. “She’s happy we’re finally whole.”

  She nodded. Oliver was complete again and she loved the man he was becoming. Though they hadn’t had the same issues, Rory and Callum needed this, too. And she’d come so far. She was only now realizing her potential, and it was all because of them. She let herself feel with her body and mind and heart. All three were finally aligned and she felt more powerful, more content than she’d ever been before.

  And a little restless because she could feel them holding back. The time for that had passed.

  She flexed her hips, feeling Callum’s cock slide even further inside her body. And there, just as she’d hoped, he gave her a hard smack to her ass.

  “Trying to take control again?” Callum hissed as he pulled back slightly. “Oliver, you should move because I don’t think either one of us is going to last long.”

  She sent Oliver a smile as he aligned his cock with her lips.

  “Suck me hard, darling. I’m ready to fill you up.” Oliver’s hand found her hair, his fingers tangling as he showed her that, this time, he meant business. There was no playing, just the hard thrust of his cock against her lips and the demand that she pleasure him. It was a demand she intended to meet since they’d already brought her more satisfaction than she could imagine.

  She wrapped her lips around Oliver’s cock and gave over to him. He fucked her mouth hard, gaining ground as Rory and Callum did the same. They worked themselves inside her until she couldn’t remember where they ended and she began.

  Her body relaxed as though it knew her Masters would take care of her. She let them control the flow of passion. She rode the wave between them. Rory stroked inside while Callum pulled out. When he did, a flurry of sensation startled her. She hummed out, the vibrations causing Oliver to tighten his hand and stroke in harder. It was as if a hundred new nerve endings came alive deep inside and they all flared with sizzling sensations.

  They rode her body like the Masters they were, creating a rhythm she could only marvel at. Any way they pushed or pulled her brought another pleasure, another new intimacy.

  Oliver hissed and lost his rhythm as he began to spill inside her mouth. “Take it all, love. Every bit. Take all of me.”

  She drank him down as he came on her tongue. She wanted everything he had, wanted to be filled with him, to know that she had his essence inside her as she moved through her days.

  Rory thrust and ground against her, his cock as deep as it could go. Over and over, he slammed up, hitting just the right spot. She hadn’t thought she could orgasm again so soon. She hadn’t minded giving her body to them, had expected only the intimacy of surrendering to her men, but they’d brought her to the edge. She gasped, dragging air in, the taste of Oliver still on her tongue.

  “Give it to us,” Oliver insisted, staring into her eyes. “I want to watch you. Let me see you come for them. Come, Tori.”

  Callum flexed inside her, and she went careening over the edge. She could feel them losing control, their thrusts becoming fierce. They fucked her hard, and she was lost in them. Pure sensation became the air she breathed. She didn’t need anything but their hands and mouths and cocks. She screamed as she came again, harder this time. They threw her into an ocean of sweet fire and she didn’t want it to ever stop.

  Rory shouted her name as she felt the hot wash of his pleasure. And then she was filled with Callum as he ground himself into her, holding her tight and giving up everything he had.

  She fell in a heap of flesh, her men holding her tight.

  She couldn’t help but laugh. Her whole body felt light, but her heart was so full. Full of love for them, full of gratitude, full of hope for the first time in forever.

  Callum smiled down at her. “Rest now, love.”

  She’d rested her whole life, holding herself back and allowing nothing to truly touch her. She was so done with that.

  She growled a little and kissed him, dragging his bottom lip into her mouth. “You’re not ready for the next round?”

  Oliver chuckled, and Rory suddenly thumbed her nipples.

  “We’ve created a monster,” Rory said, and she could feel him stirring once more.

  “As long as she’s our monster.” Oliver bent and kissed her with reverence.

  She was theirs. Now and forever.

  SCANDAL NEVER SLEEPS

  The Perfect Gentlemen, Book 1

  By Shayla Black and Lexi Blake

  Coming August 18, 2015

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  They are the Perfect Gentlemen of Creighton Academy: privileged, wealthy, powerful friends with a wild side. But a deadly scandal is about to tear down their seemingly ideal lives...

  Maddox Crawford’s sudden death sends Gabriel Bond reeling. Not only is he burying his best friend, he’s cleaning up Mad’s messes, including his troubled company. Grieving and restless, Gabe escapes his worries in the arms of a beautiful stranger. But his mind-blowing one-night stand is about to come back to haunt him . . .

  Mad groomed Everly Parker to be a rising star in the executive world. Now that he’s gone, she’s sure her job will be the next thing she mourns, especially after she ends up accidentally sleeping with her new boss. If only their night together hadn’t been so incendiary—or Gabe like a fantasy come true . . .

  As Gabe and Everly struggle to control the heated tension between them, they discover evidence that Mad’s death was no accident. Now they must bank their smoldering passions to hunt down a murderer—because Mad had secrets that someone was willing to kill for, and Gabe or Everly could be the next target...

  * * * *

  “I want to see you.”

  Even in the low light, he noticed her breath hitch. “You want me to turn on the lights?”

  “That’s not what I meant.” He never took his burning gaze from her. “I want to see you naked. Take off your dress. Show me your breasts.”

  “I’ll close the curtains.” She started to turn to the windows.

  He caught her elbow, gently restraining her. “Don’t. We’re high up. No one can see in. Take off your dress. Let me see you in the moonlight.”

  Her gaze tangled with his, and he could see a hint of her trepidation. A gentleman might have backed down. But he knew what he wanted. She must want him too or she wouldn’t have agreed to spend the night with him. He wasn’t giving Eve the easy way out.

  Finally, she turned her back to him and lifted her arms, struggling to reach the metal tab. “There’s a zipper down the back.”

  He moved closer. “Let me.”

  Gabe ran his hands up her spine before finding the zipper. She lifted her curls out of his way, exposing the graceful column of her neck. Her skin looked pale, almost incandescent in the low light. He couldn’t help himself. He leaned over and kissed her nape, feeling her shiver under his touch.

  Slowly, he eased the zipper down, his fingertips brushing her spine. Once he passed her neck, she let her hair fall free, the strawberry-blond mass tumbling well past her shoulders, gliding over her skin. Her tresses were
soft, too. Not severely flat-ironed. Different, like the woman herself. Fuck, he could lose himself in Eve.

  She shrugged, allowing the straps of her dress to fall past her shoulders and drop to her waist.

  Her bra looked plain and white. He was used to delicate garments meant to entice a man, so he had no idea why the site of her utilitarian bra made his cock jerk. She hadn’t been seeking a man this evening, much less intending to seduce a lover. When she’d dressed, it had been for comfort. But now, she was here with him, slowly peeling away her clothes.

  With practiced ease, he unhooked her bra with a twist of his hand and slid his fingers under the straps to strip them off. He closed his eyes and allowed his hands to roam across the wealth of smooth skin he’d just exposed. He drew her back against his chest and grazed his way up her abdomen until he found her breasts. Full and real, he loved the weight of them in his palms. He drew his thumbs over the nubs of her nipples and Eve rewarded him with a long intake of breath.

  “That feels so good.” As she leaned back against him for support, she shuddered and thrust her breasts up like twin offerings.

  He would absolutely take everything she had to give.

  Gabe filled his hands with her flesh, cupping and rubbing and discovering every inch of her breasts before he grew impatient to have her totally bare and pushed the dress over the curve of her hips. It pooled on the floor at her feet.

  Her underwear matched her bra. If she were his, he would buy her La Perla. He would dress her like a goddess in silk and lace and know that she wore the most come-hither lingerie for his eyes only. She could wear her ladylike dresses and cover herself with all appropriate modesty if she wanted—but only until they were alone.

  As he stripped off her panties, a wild possessiveness blazed through his system. Gabe turned her to face him, well aware that he needed to slow down but utterly incapable of doing so. He took in the sight of her breasts. They looked every bit as perfect as they’d felt.

  “You’re beautiful.”

  “I don’t feel that way.” She tilted her face up to his, drinking him in with her stare. There was nothing coy about her expression. She looked at him with naked yearning. “Not most of the time. But you make me feel sexy.”

  “You are. I want to be very clear about how beautiful I think you are.” He kissed her again, lifting her up and out of her dress, heading back to the bedroom while his mouth ate hungrily at hers.

  She didn’t fight him, didn’t fidget to make him set her back on the ground. She simply wrapped her arms around his neck and let him carry her. Her fingers sank into his hair and she held tight while her tongue danced against his.

  Luckily, he knew Plaza suites like the back of his hand. He maneuvered her toward the bed, his cock throbbing insistently.

  He wouldn’t last long. God, he couldn’t believe he was even thinking that. Usually, he could go for hours, but Gabe knew the minute he got inside Eve, he was going to lose control. He needed to make it good for her now because he’d barely touched her and already he wanted to throw her against the wall and shove his way inside her.

  As he approached the mattress, he stopped and eased her onto the luxurious comforter. She lay back on the elegant duvet, her hair fanned out and her legs spread. Wanton and yet so innocent. He pulled at his shirt, hearing a button or two pop off, but at the moment he didn’t give a shit. The need to be skin to skin with her drove him to haste. He unbuckled his belt and shoved his pants down.

  “Foreplay.” Freaking hell. He was so ready to go, he’d forgotten about that. Women liked foreplay. It tended to be necessary for them.

  She shook her head. “The kissing was foreplay. We’re totally good.”

  Shit. He had to slow down. He wasn’t exactly a small guy. She needed to be ready to take all of him.

  Gabe took a deep breath. “Need you aroused. It’s okay. Just give me a minute.”

  “Gabriel, I am as aroused as I have ever been in my life. I’m a little worried about what kind of stain I’m going to leave for the staff on this duvet. So really, can we get this train moving?”

  He gripped her ankles and slid her down the bed, spreading her legs wider in the process. His cock twitched when he saw that she was right. Her pussy was wet. Juicy. He could see its slick gloss from above, even in the shadows. A little kissing, some groping, and she was ready to go. He’d never had a woman respond to him so readily. “Tell me again.”

  “I’m ready,” she vowed. “I am really ready.”

  “No, tell me this isn’t normal for you,” he corrected. It was stupid. She was right there, able and willing to give him the pleasure he sought—but he craved more. He needed to know that tonight was special for her. “Tell me you want me and not just sex.”

  She gave him a sheepish smile. “This isn’t at all normal. I guess I’ve gone a little crazy tonight, but I don’t do one-night stands. I can count the men I’ve had sex with on one hand and I wouldn’t need all my fingers. And I’ve never, never wanted anyone as much as I want you right now. Gabriel, I don’t need foreplay, just you.”

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  HIS TO TAKE

  A Wicked Lovers Novel

  By Shayla Black

  Now Available

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  Racing against time, NSA Agent Joaquin Muñoz is searching for a little girl who vanished twenty years ago with a dangerous secret. Since Bailey Benson fits the profile, Joaquin abducts the beauty and whisks her to the safety of Club Dominion—before anyone can silence her for good.

  At first, Bailey is terrified, but when her captor demands information about her past, she’s stunned. Are her horrific visions actually distant memories that imperil all she holds dear? Confined with Joaquin in a place that echoes with moans and breathes passion, he proves himself a fierce protector, as well as a sensual Master who’s slowly crawling deeper in her head…and heart. But giving in to him might be the most delicious danger of all.

  Because Bailey soon learns that her past isn’t the only mystery. Joaquin has a secret of his own—a burning vengeance in his soul. The exposed truth leaves her vulnerable and wondering how much about the man she loves is a lie, how much more is at risk than her heart. And if she can trust him to protect her long enough to learn the truth.

  * * * *

  “…What about you? You’re with another government agency, so you’re here to . . . what? Be my lover? Does Uncle Sam think you need to crawl between my legs in order to watch over me?”

  Joaquin ground his jaw. She was hitting low, and the logical part of him understood that she was hurt, so she was lashing out at the messenger because she didn’t have anyone else. But that didn’t stop his temper from getting swept up in her cyclone of emotion. “I’m not here on anyone’s orders. In fact, I’ll probably be fired for pursuing this case because Tatiana Aslanov isn’t on my boss’s radar. When it became obvious the agency intended to do nothing, I couldn’t leave you to that horrific death. So here we are. But let me clue you in, baby girl. Uncle Sam doesn’t tell me who to fuck. I can’t fake an erection, even for the sake of God and country. That kiss we almost shared? That was me wanting you because just being in the same room with you makes me want to strip off everything you’re wearing and impale you with every inch