Sunday, December 17, 2017

Collaring Colleen by Cara Covington and Morgan Ashbury-They Want To Love, Protect And Train Their New Submissive #RomanceNovel #BDSM #MFM

[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Contemporary Consensual BDSM Ménage a Trois Romantic Suspense, M/F/M, HEA]

Dr. Colleen Duncan is certain someone at the Lyon’s Den knows where her sister is. Instead of Mercy, what she finds at the private BDSM club are two P.I. Doms willing to trade lessons in submission for their efforts to find her sister.

Daniel Welsh and Rob Conrad know a sub when they meet one, and that look is all over Colleen. A gifted trauma surgeon, the woman is clearly frightened out of her wits at the disappearance of her younger sister, Mercy.

As the men help Colleen reveal her inner submissive, they also bring more than their own expertise to the case. They enlist the aid of two other Doms with investigative backgrounds who met, and were very drawn to, Mercy.

It doesn’t take them long to learn something substantial...and worrying. Someone else is looking for Mercy, too, and that can’t be good. There’s no time to waste. The clock is ticking.

Note: This book contains double penetration.

A Siren Erotic Romance


“Dr. Colleen Duncan, I’d like you to meet Daniel Welsh and Rob Conrad. Gentlemen, Dr. Duncan is a trauma surgeon at Houston General. She also has a very pressing problem. Her younger sister, Mercy, has been missing for a week.”

It was all Colleen could do to keep her expression professional. Something about the two men who’d just come into the lounge affected her, and for a moment she felt like she’d taken a ride on the scariest roller coaster ever. The darker haired man, Daniel, appeared big and buff and she wouldn’t be surprised to discover he ate nails for breakfast. His eyes were a deep chocolate brown, and his face a mask of polite interest that gave nothing away. He’s wearing the same kind of public face I often do. She wondered if that mask, on his part, was motivated for the same reason as her own, but she doubted it. Any sign of emotion on the part of a woman who also happened to be a professional was often read as weakness. To be emotionally transparent, for a woman, was to risk male collogues not taking her seriously.

She doubted anyone failed to take this man anyway but dead serious all the time.

Rob, on the other hand, with his blond hair and very light blue eyes, had the look of a charmer. The sensation of both men’s naked palms against hers as they shook hands shocked her right down to her toes. Since when did she ever feel that kind of electric attraction to any man, let alone two? Before she could martial any words, Mr. Lyons continued speaking.

“Apparently the officers she’s been dealing with at the HPD think—based on no particular facts whatsoever—that Mercy Duncan is on some sort of a wild bender, and will turn up eventually.”

She heard real anger in Mr. Lyon’s words. She looked at him, and realized the emotions she’d sensed hadn’t been any annoyance with her, but his very real annoyance at the way she’d been treated by the HPD.

For the first time since she’d arrived at this club, Colleen allowed herself a small measure of hope.

“Has your sister ever done anything like that in the past?” Daniel Welsh watched her face as she registered his words. She didn’t mind the close scrutiny even if it did make her uncomfortable.

“No, never. We lost our parents when she was ten and I was twenty-five. She knows I’d worry. Mercy has never gone more than a day between contacting either me or our housekeeper, Ellie.”

“The HPD are idiots.” Daniel turned to the owner of the Lyon’s Den. “Chris, did you call Detective Carter?”

Mr. Lyons nodded. “Yes. He’s who’s on his way. I was about to explain to Dr. Duncan that Chance Carter doesn’t work missing persons, but he should be able to light a fire under the asses of those who do.”

“Good.” Daniel turned his attention back to her. “Sit down, Colleen. You’re too stressed. You need to relax.”

She’d felt only slightly compelled to sit down when she’d first accompanied Mr. Lyons into this room and he’d invited her to do so. But that mild sensation wasn’t anything compared to the urge washing through her now. She told herself that it was just that she simply couldn’t keep up the tough act she usually generated any longer. She really didn’t just give in to the need to obey Daniel Welsh. Her sitting was simply a matter of timing.

Colleen gave a slight nod, and turned toward the furniture set about. A comfortable looking love seat beckoned, and she sat at one end of it. None of the three men in the room seemed surprised by her capitulation. She took a moment to surreptitiously look at them as they remained standing. Those nuances must be in my head. Here I am in a BDSM club and my mind is playing tricks on me. Sometimes sitting down was just sitting down. She’d be better off to focus on reality.

Daniel sat down beside her, not on the love seat, but in the arm chair to her left. “Can you tell me why it is you thought your sister was being kept here?”

When he phrased it just that way, her reasons for coming here sounded odd. “I’m sorry, I suppose I was acting…desperate. I’m grasping at straws at the moment. But this was one of the last places I know Mercy had gone, and it was someplace she’d never been before.”

“So, her coming here was out of character for her?”

Colleen shook her head. “No. My sister is the most curious person I know. It’s totally in keeping with her personality to satisfy that curiosity.”

“I’ve checked our membership records,” Mr. Lyons said. He sat down across from her on an ottoman. Rob took the open seat beside her, but sat facing her. She didn’t feel crowded. I don’t feel cocooned, either. That’s my imagination again.

“We have no member named Mercy Duncan.” Mr. Lyons said. “You mentioned your sister was a reporter. Would she have been working undercover? Was she, perhaps, writing a story about my club?”

That thought had never occurred to Colleen. The question was easy enough, though, for her to answer, because she’d seen journalistic zeal in her sister, and what Mercy had displayed as she’d talked about coming here to this club had not been that.



Daniel used his mouth to claim her pussy as commandingly as he’d claimed her mouth. The cry he tore from her overflowed with need, a need she’d barely acknowledged her entire life but that now threatened to undo her completely. She felt the roughness of his tongue as he lapped at her pussy, as he used it to gather her juice. The brush of it against her clit shot her hips off the bed, or would have, had she not been held down with such strength.

Rob bent over her and ran his tongue over her left nipple. Then he closed his lips over it, gave it a small nip, and sucked her deep into his mouth.

Daniel stopped his oral stimulation. “Don’t come, pet.”

Colleen whimpered. She couldn’t have heard right! Rob’s laughter vibrating against the wet flesh of her nipple told her she had, indeed.

“You may only come when we say so. Let’s see how high you can reach, first.” Rob returned to her nipple while Daniel took long, slow licks of her pussy.

Heat and arousal shivered through her, a titanic force she doubted she could ever control. Her only recourse was to try and distract her mind. Don’t think about how badly you want to come. Think about something else. Colleen closed her eyes and focused on dissecting the human heart, beginning on the right side. Brachiocephalic artery, superior vena cava, right pulmonary artery, right pulmonary veins…her thoughts shattered as horniness bubbled through her like liquid lava, destroying the ability of her mind to focus, to think. Fingers traced the opening of her pussy then gently penetrated her body. Daniel’s fingers…. Again, her thoughts sizzled away, an electrical circuit blown as more pulsing, surging thrills shot from nipples to clit to whatever it was inside her Daniel began to stroke. She bore down, as if she could by pure will stop the erotic swell of Eros’ magic. It grew and grew, and Colleen whimpered, not even realizing she was begging until her words rose in volume.

“Oh, please, please, please, please, please……”

“Come for us, baby.”

Thank God. Those two words were a mere shadow of a thought, overwhelmed by the eruption of her climax, a volcanic explosion so fierce, so wild, she screamed. Heart pounding, pussy pulsing, breath heaving, she didn’t for one moment know if she was having a heart attack along with the best orgasm, ever.

Pleasure so profound filled her. Wave after wave of the most extraordinary thrills lifted her, changed her, so that she didn’t know anything, except a sudden and keen craving for more.

Aftershocks washed through her as she returned to earth. Rob eased back from her, and then Daniel moved up her body, a predator about to claim his prey, moving on hands and knees, his gaze fixed on hers.

She felt the brush of his condom-covered cock against her drenched folds, and could smell the perfume of her climax on his glistening face.

Then he moved, pressing into her, his thrusts short and gentle, but relentless. She hadn’t realized how large his cock was, but welcomed the sting, a sting that seemed to reignite her arousal. Then, finally, she held all of him in the cradle of her body. Colleen had never felt so full, had never loved the feeling of having a man’s cock inside her. She loved this feeling, a lot.

“Wrap yourself around me, give me your mouth, and hold on.”

She didn’t think, she simply obeyed. The flavor of them both in that kiss, darkly carnal, fueled her arousal. His tongue plundered her mouth as completely as his cock plundered her pussy, and Colleen surrendered to the moment, and to the man. Daniel thrust into her, hard and fast and deep and she wanted more and more and more.

The orgasm came suddenly, a full, heaving, throbbing erotic thrill that took her apart down to her last cell, then threw her back together again. On her, in her, Daniel stiffened, then groaned. She felt the pulsing of his cock inside her body, reveled in the heat filling the condom, and cherished the press of his cum filled condom on the edge of her cervix. For a heartbeat she wondered what it would be like if he’d been naked within her. Then the question passed as he allowed himself to rest on her. She held him, this her lover, and she felt new, changed, sated.

He raised himself on his arms, removing most of his weight, but not his presence. His gaze met hers, and the sense he could read her thoughts, though not logical, was real.

“Tell me, pet.”

“It was more than I knew there could be, Sir.” The title tumbled from her lips without thought.

His smile, slow and very smug, somehow tickled her inner woman. She might be destroyed, thanks to him. But he was sated and smug, and that had been all her doing.


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Saturday, December 16, 2017

Earning Her Trust And Her Love Will Be Their Most Rewarding Mission Of All- Stormy Desire by Leah Brooke #RomanceNovel #BDSM #Menage

[Siren Menage Everlasting: Erotic Contemporary Consensual BDSM Menage a Quatre Romantic Suspense, M/F/M/M, HEA]

Stormy James had spent her entire life avoiding Desire, Oklahoma, a town where Dominant, chauvinistic men ruled. As a private investigator, she knew how to take care of herself, but when a case turned deadly, she found herself on the run, and heading toward Desire, and her brother, Logan James, the only man she trusted.

Lucas Hart, Devlin Monroe, and Caleb Ward had been friends with Logan for years, and readily jumped into action to rescue his sister. It didn’t take long for them to realize that she was more to them than just a client, and keeping their emotional distance proved impossible.

Stormy's decision to leave Desire as soon as possible made convincing her to stay even more urgent. Earning the trust of a woman who feared and hated men because of past sexual abuse proved a greater challenge than they’d ever faced.

But, earning her trust, and her love, would be their most rewarding mission of all.

A Siren Erotic Romance



Sounding distracted, Stormy sighed. “Logan, listen. This guy’s dangerous, and I don’t want you to mess with him. If something happens to me, give the file to that sheriff you trust so much.”

“Stormy, I—”

“I’ve got this, Logan.”

Logan jumped to his feet a split second before Lucas did. “Bullshit!”

“Logan, stay out of it. I’m a big girl and have been handling myself for a long time. Can you assure me that the cop you trust so much can’t be bought?”

Logan smiled and looked at Ace. “As a matter of fact, I can. Ace is sitting here with me now and has already seen the pictures. Lucas, Devlin, and Caleb are here, too.”

Stormy paused, but the sound of her engine sped up, the wind blowing adding to the noise and telling Lucas that they hadn’t lost the connection. “Those friends of yours with the security company? What the hell did you do, Logan? Tell the entire town?”

Lucas frowned at the stress in her tone, something she obviously tried very hard to hide from her brother.

Logan rose again, scraping his hand through his hair, his frustration obvious. “No. I told my friends, who are almost as worried about you as I am. They want to help.”

“I can imagine. You and that town full of Neanderthals are probably chomping at the bit to help a damsel in distress. I’ve got news for you, big brother. I’m no damsel in distress. Not anymore. That sheriff you told me about?”

“What about him?”

“You really trust him?”

Logan took a steadying breath and looked directly at Ace. “With my life and, more importantly, with yours.”

“Got her.” Caleb blew out a breath, turning the laptop around so Lucas, Logan, and Ace could see it. “She’s on the outskirts of Tulsa.”

“What?” Stormy’s voice held a hint of panic that sent a chill of alarm to Lucas’s gut. “You’re tracking me? Damn it, Logan. Do you have me on speaker phone?”

“You’re damned right I do! I need all the help I can get with you. Damn it, honey. What the hell have you gotten yourself into?”

Patting Logan’s back, Lucas rose, bending low to speak into the phone. “Head for Desire. We’ll meet you.”

“Logan, tell your friend to kiss my ass. I’m flying right through Tulsa and—”

Picking up the phone, Lucas gritted his teeth and headed outside. “This is Lucas Hart. Head to Desire. We’re coming to get you. If you have people after you, you’ll be safer here.”

Aware that everyone followed him out and listened to his conversation, Lucas headed toward his SUV, motioning for Devlin to drive while Caleb watched Stormy’s progress on the computer screen.

“Listen, whoever you are, I—”

Lucas climbed into the back seat with Logan while Devlin slid behind the wheel and Caleb jumped into the front passenger seat, settling his laptop on his lap. “I already told you who I am. Lucas. Lucas Hart. I’m a friend of Logan’s, and I can keep you safe. Turn left at the next intersection.”

“I’m hanging up.”

Logan grabbed his phone back. “Don’t you dare!”

Devlin glanced back at Logan, his eyes hard and cold, his voice laced with fear. “Your sister’s in need of a good spanking.”

Logan’s eyes narrowed briefly on Devlin’s, the sadness and remembered terror in them unnerving Lucas. “She’s been through enough.”


Logan jolted at his sister’s voice, blinking once, his lips thinning. “We’re on our way to you. Follow the signs for Desire. You’re gonna be on a long two-lane road, lined with trees. We’ll meet you on that road.”

“Logan, I’m not bringing trouble to your beloved town, and I’m certainly not bringing it to you.”

Although aware that Caleb already had Ace on the car speaker, Lucas focused on Logan’s conversation with Stormy.

Ace remained silent, obviously listening to the conversation between brother and sister along with everyone else.

Uneasy that the tension in her voice increased each time she spoke, Lucas shared a look with Caleb, leaning closer to speak into Logan’s phone. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know what—”

Lucas clenched his jaw. “Don’t tell me you don’t know what I’m talking about! I can hear it in your voice. Something’s changed in the last few seconds. What is it?”

The silence lasted several heartbeats, allowing them to hear Stormy’s breath catch and the squeal of tires. “They found me. Logan, let your cop handle it.”

Logan paled again. “You’re talking about the guy in the picture?”

Another silence followed, and impatient with her, Lucas snapped. “Talk. Is it the guy in the picture?”

“No. It’s not Sam Kline. Uh, Logan?”

“Yeah, honey?”

Caleb turned to Lucas. “She’s coming up to the turn.”

Logan gripped the phone tighter, his knuckles turning white. “Turn left, honey.”

“Before I do, Logan, there’s something I have to tell you that might change your mind.”

“Nothing will. Turn, Stormy, and step on the gas.”

“Okay. I turned. Damn it, Logan. You have no idea what kind of trouble I’m bringing with me.”

Logan swallowed heavily. “Tell me.”

“Sam Kline put a contract on me.”


“Shit.” The unmistakable sound of gunfire and squealing tires tightened Lucas’s gut.

“Yeah. He wants me dead, Logan, so I can’t testify against him—and he’s offered a million dollars to anyone who kills me.”

Lucas shared a look with both Devlin and Caleb, and he could tell they were all thinking the same thing.

Stormy James was in a hell of a lot more trouble than they’d anticipated.

And there was a real possibility that they wouldn’t get to her in time.


Lucas slid his hand from her inner thigh to her bottom, his finger gathering her juices and slipping unerringly to her puckered opening. “Now, Stormy.”

It took incredible effort, but she stopped bucking her hips, scared that she would accidentally take Lucas’s finger inside.

Sucking in a breath when he began to apply pressure, Stormy met Devlin’s low chuckle with a glare and turned her attention to Lucas. “Damn it. You would do it, wouldn’t you?”

“In a heartbeat.”

Caleb groaned and moved from between her thighs. “Devlin, hold on to her. I gotta get undressed and put a condom on.”

Devlin grinned. “With pleasure.” Hooking an arm under her other leg, he grinned down at her. “No escape, baby.”

As soon as Caleb moved away, Lucas pulled her other knee back, pressing his fingertip slightly into her. “One.”

Chills raced through her, fear swept aside at the possessive heat in Lucas’s eyes. “Okay. Okay.” Alarmed at her own dark desires, she moaned when another rush of moisture escaped.

Her bottom clenched, the awareness Lucas had awakened there startling.

Mortified that something so naughty and erotic could excite her, she struggled to steady her breathing and keep her ass and pussy from clenching.

Watching a now naked Caleb roll on a condom, Stormy sucked in a breath, a cry escaping when Devlin began to stroke her nipple again.

A light film of perspiration covered her skin, the heat inside her spreading and sizzling just beneath the surface.

Fighting to remain still, she trembled, the threat of Lucas pushing his finger deeper into her ass no longer as frightening.

Lucas ran a thumb over her clit, moving the fingertip inside her in a slow circle, the barrage of sensations so intense she struggled to breathe. “Two.”

Caleb moved between her thighs, poising the head of his cock at her slick entrance. “Talk, Stormy.”

Pushing against Lucas’s and Devlin’s hold on her thighs, Stormy lifted herself in an attempt to get Caleb’s cock inside her, her movement shifting Lucas’s finger inside her in a way that made her bottom hole sting.

Sucking in a breath, Stormy lowered herself again. “Kathy. It was Kathy.”

Lucas slid his finger free, caressing her puckered opening as if he knew that it stung, but it only made her want more attention there. “Your roommate?”

“Yes!” She groaned when Caleb covered her body with his, taking her face between his hands.

Sliding his fingers over her temple, he pushed her damp hair back. “Look at me, Stormy.”

The combination of tenderness and demand in his voice settled the last of her fears, and looking up at him, she smiled to let him know that she wanted it.

“I want you. Take me, Caleb.”

His big body shuddered over hers. “It’s gonna hurt a bit, but I promise that it’ll be over soon. Once I’m inside you, I won’t move until you tell me to. Okay?”

Feeling more confident by the second, she wrapped her now freed legs around him and lifted herself, sucking in a breath when it forced the head of his cock more firmly against her. “I trust you. Just do it. I hate being afraid. Oh!”

The sting brought back a barrage of memories, memories that melted away at the whispered reassurance and gentle hands moving over her.

Her pussy clenched on Caleb’s cock, making her stiffen in expectation of more pain.

His cock felt harder and hotter than she’d expected, but when he kept his promise and remained still, she gradually began to relax.

Instinctively pushing against him, Stormy struggled to adjust to the incredible fullness, relaxing even more when she felt his body tremble with the effort of remaining still.

Caleb crooned to her, his lips brushing her temples. “I won’t move, Stormy. The pain’s over. No more. Now there’s nothing but pleasure.”

Lucas and Devlin each caressed her shoulders, both men watching her, their eyes gleaming with indulgence, affection, and a hunger that left her breathless.

Gripping Caleb’s shoulders, she met his gaze, experimentally clenching on his cock. A moan escaped at the fullness, and her arousal reignited with a vengeance.

Rubbing her feet over his tight ass, she smiled at his groan and hardened features, feeling closer to him than ever. “Move, Caleb.”

Raising himself slightly, he braced himself on his elbows, his lips twitching. “Bossy woman.”

Cupping the back of her head with one large hand, he began to move, watching her intently.

Although aware that both Lucas and Devlin stayed close, Stormy found herself lost in the feel of Caleb.

Strength and heat surrounded her, Caleb’s cock filling her and creating a delicious friction with every smooth stroke.

She felt secure in his firm hold while his gentle caress and sharp attention made her feel cared for in a way that filled her with confidence.

The brief initial pain had become a distant memory as the pleasure continued to build.

Closing her hands on Caleb’s biceps, she lifted into his thrusts, crying out when he began to move faster.

Shifting his weight slightly, he slid a hand under her, lifting her into his thrusts.

Lost in sensation, she moaned in pleasure at the fullness.

At the incredible friction against her inner walls, each stroke of his hot cock sending her closer and closer to the edge.

She’d expected to feel taken and vulnerable, but she hadn’t expected to feel the feminine power at the knowledge that she pleased her lover.

“Careful, Caleb.”

Even though the concern in Lucas’s voice warmed her, Stormy was too close to coming to want Caleb to take it easy.

“No.” Digging her heels into Caleb’s tight butt, she lifted herself, pumping her hips. “Don’t you dare fucking be careful. Take me like you mean it!”


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Friday, December 15, 2017

Sultry Nights- A Limited Edition Romance Collection- Surprise Love Affairs, Bad Boys and Couples Who Were Meant To Be #Anthology #RomanceNovels

Sultry Nights 

A Limited Edition Romance Collection

Containing Stories from: Nicole Morgan, Jocelyn Dex, Alison Foster, Kate Richards, Linda O'Connor, Samantha Holt, Jerrie Alexander, Whitley Cox, Krista Ames, Ursula Sinclair, Measha Stone, Tuesday Embers, Siera London,  Rachel Shane, Bonnie Phelps, Misha Elliott, 
Alyson Reynolds, Jenna Bayley-Burke,  Madison Michael, Pepper Goodrich, Marcia James, Destiny Blaine

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Love, passion, romance and desire… No matter what your preference, this set of 22 hot and sexy reads has just what you need. From surprise love affairs to bad boys that we can’t help but fall for, and couples that were meant to be, this compilation from Romance Collections is sure to please your every single need.

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Frozen- The Martini Lounge
by Ursula Sinclair



Ever have that one perfect moment in time, when you know exactly what you’re supposed to do, who you’re supposed to be in life? Well, that had been me, and it certainly had lasted for more than a moment. I’d decided to pledge myself to God and help others in his name. Selfless, that was me
and I was weeks away from taking my final vows. Then something happened, I met someone and suddenly I questioned everything.


I’ve always lived my life on my terms. Granted, I never thought I’d grow up to be a male stripper. But what the hell, I made good money and now, I had a shot at something more. And the women. Yeah, I loved women but they came and went. I preferred it that way. Didn’t matter which of us left first, as long as one of us did. I didn’t do attachments. Then something happened. I’m no saint, but I saved someone and wanted an attachment.
Only to find out I could never have her.


I’d always been the dutiful child. I was a good student, did as I was told. Never broke the rules. My twin broke them enough for the both of us. I merely tried to protect her. But my decision to become a nun wasn’t made lightly. I’ve always had this need to give to others. I felt an innate emptiness, a sense there was something out there that needed my help—the church.

I nursed my single glass of wine, but as the night wore on, my temples pounded against the noise in the room. I sometimes suffered from migraines and this kind of atmosphere provided fodder to bring one on. Lots of people around, the voices and the thumping music. Thankfully, the women were ready to leave the lounge after a few drinks. Dancing didn’t really seem to be done much in here, more a place to drink and socialize. Although, I could spot the strippers in the room by their distinctive lack of clothing and whatever they rubbed over their bodies to make them glisten. I made it a point not to stare too much at anyone. The reason we’d come to the club had all the women standing up and heading over into one of the other rooms, where the show they’d come to see would take place. That was my cue.

“I’m calling it a night, sis,” I announced as I stood too, rubbing my head.

Lara wrapped her arm around my shoulder. “Are you sure? You okay?”

“I’m tired. It’s been a long day and I have a pounding headache. It’s best I leave now.” I squinted, feeling a little lightheaded.

“Oh damn, I’m sorry. I should have thought of that.”

“I’ll be fine. Besides, I enjoyed being here with you tonight and celebrating at least a little bit with you and Corrine.”

“Thank you again for coming, Lani,” Corrine said, giving me a quick hug.

“Yes,” Lara added, kissing my cheek. “Thank you. Love you. Feel better.”

She squeezed my arm.

“I will. Love you too.”

“Want me to help you get a cab?” Lara asked

“No, I’ll just call one.”

“Okay. Text me once you get home,” Lara said.

I rolled my eyes. “Sure, sure.” It’s not like I lived alone. I hadn’t moved out of our parent’s house yet. I wouldn’t until I took my novitiate vows in a month, but I worked every day and went to church every other day. Only returned to our parent’s house in time for dinner and to sleep.

I made my way to the elevator while my sister and her companions went in the other direction to one of the rooms for the strip show. Part of me was a little curious and wanted to see one, but the other more practical part of me knew I shouldn’t. Having a drink in a bar was one thing, watching
the strip show, well something else entirely. Besides, the world seemed a little tilted. I stepped onto the elevator and leaned against the side to right myself. I’d just pressed the button for the first floor when someone stepped on. My head ached so much I couldn’t even glance up to see who I shared the ride with. I stared at the floor and could see the dark shoes and pant legs, the size hinted at a man.

The door closed, the elevator dropped and my body swayed but I didn’t fall.

The man who now stood behind me said, “Whoa!” He held onto my waist as though to steady me.

“Tha—thank—y…” Something was wrong with my voice. My words didn’t come out right. How much did I have to drink? The elevator door opened and I took a step forward to get out when the entire floor spun up to meet my face, but strong hands held onto me.

“I got ya.”

“Everything okay?”

A male’s voice asked, one I didn’t recognize.

“Yeah, she’s fine. Just a little too much to drink.”

I didn’t recognize the one who answered either. “Na…” I wanted to protest, but the arms holding me up were the only reason I could walk forward. I leaned against his strength, depending on it.

I felt myself being placed in the back of a car. The scent of smoke and stale air made me want to puke. “Cab,” I muttered.

“Yeah, cab.”

Hands reached across my lap to snap my seatbelt, pausing to stroke my breasts. Wrong, this was all Wrong.

“Nooooooo!” I cried out.


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