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Kisses stirred Hazel from her deep, dreamless sleep. She rolled closer to the delicious source of heat and hardness beside her. Lips moved against her neck, then up to her mouth. Hands gripped her thighs, thumbs pressed into the crease where her hips and legs met. Yes, open me, she silently begged as she moaned, praying for another kiss. A mouth moved against hers in a long, wonderful kiss before she felt those lips curve into a smile. She loved kisses that seemed to go on forever. A tongue teased hers, reminding her how much she missed this kind of intimacy. When the kiss stopped, she protested with a little cry. She wanted more, she wanted to be taken, to be used, to be pleasured, to be worshipped with tongues, hands, and other body parts.

“Good, you’re awake,” a deep voice rumbled.

It was Blake.

Oh my God...The memories of last night came back to her in a slow, heated wave, and her eyes flew open. She’d let Blake’s friend fuck her mouth, then her pussy, all while Blake had watched approvingly. And she’d liked it... too much.

“Remembering what we did last night?” Blake smiled as he stroked her face. He lay beside her in his bed, his head resting on one hand as he watched her.

“Did we really...?”

“Splay you open while Mason fucked you to orgasm? Oh yes, you were such a good girl, putting on that show for me.” He brushed a thumb over her lower lip, and she had the distinct impression he was thinking about putting his cock between her lips. The image filled her with heat and desire. She wanted to taste him like that, to bring him to the brink of pleasurable disaster so he felt as out of control as he always made her feel.

“I’ve been up for two hours waiting for my turn.” His blue eyes were hot as he said my turn, and Hazel’s lower belly clenched hard with responding desire. She wanted him to have his turn too.

“Where’s Mason?” she asked.

“Probably making breakfast.”

“Does he really like to cook?” Hazel couldn’t help but be curious about the stranger she’d given herself to last night.

“Sometimes. He cooked for his two little sisters when he was growing up. His dad died in a car accident when he was only ten, and his mother had to work two jobs to keep food in the fridge and a roof over their heads.”

Hazel’s chest tightened at the thought of Mason shouldering such a great responsibility at such a young age.

“And you? Do you have any siblings?” She knew a lot about Blake from his time in law school and as a lawyer, but not a lot about his past.

“No. I’m an only child. I think that’s why Mason helping me that day against those bullies connected us as brothers. No one had ever stuck up for me before or defended me, but he did.” Blake had always been mysterious, but to his credit, if she ever asked him a question, he answered honestly. She liked that about him. It was one of the things that made her trust him, at least enough to partially let her guard down.

“Does Mason live here with you?” she asked.

“No, he has a house on the property next to mine. Mason has different tastes in architecture and design.”

“Are you two... in a relationship?”

He chuckled. “No, not in the way you’re imagining. We only like women, as far as those tastes run. But whenever we’ve lived too far apart, it’s felt... lonely. I imagine if I had a real blood brother, I’d want to live near him too, if he was anything like Mason.”

“So he didn’t want to live in your posh mansion?” she teased Blake. “Let me guess, Mr. Flannel has a log cabin or something, right?”

Blake laughed. “Or something. He has a very big wooden lodge that abuts the small lake behind our two properties.” Blake stroked his fingers over her cheek, then moved his hand down to her throat.

“I think you’ve distracted me enough for the moment,” he murmured. “It’s my turn.”

He rolled her beneath him and settled between her thighs.

“Where’s my shirt?” she asked as her bare breasts rubbed against his chest.

“You mean my shirt?” Blake arched one wicked brow at her. He lowered his lips to hers and kissed her in a way that made her toes curl.

The hardness of his shaft rubbed against her thighs, and he lifted his hips up, bracing himself with one arm while he guided himself into her. Hazel eagerly raised her hips to his, taking him deeper. She moaned as he filled her, stretched her, and she arched her back as she struggled to relax.

“Fuck...,” he groaned against her neck. “Are you still sore from last night?” He always seemed to know how she felt even about such intimate things.

“A little, but don’t you dare stop.” She dug her nails into his buttocks.

“Bossy little thing, aren’t you?” He laughed and surged into her again.

“You know you like it,” she tried to argue, but he hit a spot deep inside her that made her squeak, and her eyes blurred with wonderful stars. She hooked her legs around his narrow, powerful hips and groaned. She was still sore from Mason fucking her hard last night, but as she clenched around Blake’s cock, she didn’t care. The friction of their skin, the feel of her body tightening, and the sensation of spinning wildly in a thousand directions was almost too much.

He made love to her slowly, deeply, covering her with kisses and murmuring soft, sweet things in her ears that filled her head with visions of what could be between them. As she came in a slow, burning, beautiful orgasm, she still continued to hunger for him... Or so it always seemed. She began to come down from the glorious high, and as she became more relaxed beneath him, he fucked her harder, deeper, his lips curved in a dark smile. He took his pleasure and called her his good little girl in a way that made her whimper and clamp down even tighter around his cock. How could he make her feel so desired, so lusted after, and bring her to the brink of sexual madness all with just the way he moved inside and on top of her?

“Is that all you’ve got, London?” she challenged him, and he collapsed on top of her. She embraced his waist, loving how he pinned her to the bed without crushing her.

Blake shot her a scorching look. “Not even close.” He withdrew from her and sat up on the edge of the bed. Then he opened the bedside drawer and pulled out two leather cuffs lined with fleece. Blake chuckled between hard breaths. “I’ve missed you, Hazel. God, how I’ve missed you.”

“Giving up?” she teased.

“I think turnabout is fair play.”

Her gaze dropped to the cuffs in his hands, and the sight made her nipples harden into buds and her skin blaze with a wave of heat. He knew just what she wanted, what she needed from him.

He captured her wrists and stretched her arms above her head, hooking the cuffs onto a metal chain that he’d hidden between the mattress and the headboard. He lifted one end of the chain to secure it on a small hook at the top of the headboard, keeping her hands close together.

Hazel’s heart began to pound as he pulled the covers of the bed back to expose her naked body. She clamped her thighs together, hoping to hide her slickness from her previous orgasm as he stared at her. His gaze dropped to her legs, and his lips twitched in a half smirk, as if he knew what she was trying to do.

“For the next week, you are my toy, Hazel. Mine. I think it’s time you learned what that means.” Blake removed a small vibrator from a drawer in the dresser and came back over to the bed. She opened her legs, waiting eagerly for him to slide it into her wet, aching core, but Blake shook his head, amused.

“Oh no, little one. You aren’t getting away from your punishment for teasing me about my stamina that easily.” He rolled her onto her stomach, and she heard him open a tube of lube. She gasped as he parted her ass cheeks and pressed the cold, wet tip of the vibrator against her anus. It pushed against the tight ring of muscle, stretching her as he pushed it inside.

“Blake... oh God...” She gasped at the feel of the foreign object inside her. Suddenly, it began to vibrate. She nearly shrieked in shock. Blake gently rolled her onto her back again and leaned over her, holding up a small black remote for her to see.

“I think half an hour of using this will remind you that when you’re in my bed, you’re mine to play with.”

The vibrations increased in intensity as she lay there with her wrists still cuffed above her head. Blake set the remote out of reach and lowered his head to her throat, kissing her. She tilted her head back, letting him move his lips wherever he wished because it felt so good. If he dared to move lower, she would come, she was sure of it...

He stroked fingers along her rib cage, over her belly, circling, then pressing down, and gripping hard, never repeating one gesture long enough for her to focus on it and let her climax build. She growled in frustration and tried to move her body to get his hand where she wanted it, but he removed his hand.

Her thighs squeezed tightly as her channel ached to take him. She needed to come. She felt it building, that exquisite pleasure she craved, but all of a sudden, the vibrations in her ass ceased, and Blake lifted his head from her neck with a grin. He slid off the bed and gave her a long, scorching look. He then retrieved some clothing and disappeared into his bathroom.

Hazel cursed softly as the orgasm that had been so close faded away, and she was left unsatisfied. A few minutes later, Blake emerged from the bathroom wearing jeans and a T-shirt. He picked up a large three-ring binder from his dresser, along with a pen and a pad of sticky notes. Blake settled back in bed beside her and opened the binder in his lap. From where she lay, she could see the pages he was examining.

“You’re looking at prebills right now?” she asked. “Are you kidding me?” She wriggled against the restraints. How the hell could he want to look at prebills for clients when she needed to come?

Oh... that was his evil plan. To tease her and keep her from coming. Damn, the man was too clever. It would be torture to get close to the edge of an orgasm and not be able to climax. She shouldn’t have teased him about giving up after just one climax.

He chuckled as if he could read her thoughts and turned another page of his prebills. He made a note on one of the client invoices and turned yet another page. His dark hair fell into his eyes, and he brushed it away with his elegant but strong fingers. Fingers that she wished were inside her, touching her.

“You play dirty,” she accused softly.

He glanced down at her. “You like me because I’m not a saint.”

“You’re more like a comic book villain,” she added thoughtfully.

“I don’t think Lex Luthor ever tied up Superman and used sex toys on him,” Blake replied. “But you know what? I rather like being your kryptonite, Hazel. Perhaps while I have your attention, we can discuss the upcoming sale of the Reynolds Corporation between your client and mine.”

Business. Now he was talking business, the cad. The sexy as hell cad, she silently amended. He picked up the remote from the table and brushed his thumb over the red button.

So Blake wanted to play? She could beat him at this game, she was certain of it. She had before, hadn’t she?

“Fine, you want to talk business? As the owners of the Reynolds Corporation, my clients will demand at least a 40 percent bonus for the higher-level employees they retain after the sale.” She knew what he was going to argue next.

“Ten percent bonuses,” he countered, and pressed the button.

She jolted when the vibrations started again, and she tried and failed to hide a moan as she clenched her thighs together. She arched her back, attempting to get him to notice her bare breasts. He’d had a fondness for them in the past. His heated gaze settled on her breasts, and he set his prebills binder aside so he could trail a finger around one of her nipples. It tightened into a stiff peak at his touch.

“Lady Godiva rode into battle bare-breasted, just like you,” he murmured.

“Well, she knew that men are easily distracted,” Hazel replied, her tone breathless as he lightly pinched her nipple. He was the one distracting her, and they both knew it. The pulsing from the vibrator increased, and she could feel her body priming for another climax.

Blake leaned his head down to her breast, taking her nipple into his mouth and sucking on it in a way that sent electric bolts of pleasure through her. Yes, she was going to come, she?—

He lifted his head, and the vibrations immediately ceased. She hissed out a frustrated breath.

“Ten percent,” he said, and continued to watch her. He knew that she wasn’t good at coming on her own. She’d never been able to do what some other women seemed to do so easily. They could just touch themselves and come. She’d always needed a touch that wasn’t her own.

“Forty percent,” she countered. She wasn’t going to back down, no matter how much she wanted to come.

They battled for another twenty minutes, him bringing her right to the edge and then backing off, over and over. Her body was covered in sweat and so needy to come that she was shaking. A plea of surrender to him on every level hung on her lips, an instant away from being uttered. He made it so hard to resist him when he knew just how to torture her with pleasure.

Before she could speak, the bedroom door opened, and Mason walked inside. He wore faded blue jeans and a green henley, the sleeves pulled up to his elbows to expose bronzed forearms. He looked like walking sin, and she wanted a taste of him.

“Ah, I was wondering why no one turned up for breakfast. It’s ready.”

“Mason.” She exhaled in relief. He would give her what she needed.

“Morning, sweetheart,” he greeted with a warm smile, as if they were meeting for coffee and not like she was cuffed to a bed naked in front of him and begging Blake for a climax.

“I need you,” she told Mason and parted her legs, lifting her hips suggestively in a clear invitation. He wouldn’t leave her like this.

“You certainly do,” he agreed, his voice deepening a little. “But I see that Blake is in the middle of something.”

“Our pet needed a reminder that she is ours, Mason, ours to play with,” Blake replied as if talking about the weather.

Mason grinned. “Let me guess, she got bossy with you, didn’t she?”

“I don’t mind when she’s bossy, but she dared to challenge my stamina, and I couldn’t allow that.”

“Oh, Hazel, sweetheart.” Mason sighed dramatically. “You shouldn’t have done that.”

Hazel narrowed her eyes at Mason. “Traitor,” she accused.

Unfazed by her remark, he leaned against the dresser and crossed his arms, not coming any closer. “As much as I’m enjoying this, breakfast will get cold, Blake.”

“Oh, all right.” Blake sighed, closed his prebill binder, and set it aside. “Care to watch?” he asked his friend.

“Absolutely.” Mason made a show of settling in. His eyes seemed to drink in the sight of her like a thirsty man eyeing a pitcher of cold water.

Blake flipped her onto her stomach and urged her to her knees. She had enough loose chain attached to her cuffs to be able to brace her palms on the middle of the headboard. Blake knelt behind her, and she smiled triumphantly as she heard him unzip his jeans. Now she was going to get what she wanted. But her smile died as the vibrations started in her ass again. He wasn’t going to take it out? She’d never had two things penetrate her at the same time.

“Blake, I...” She inhaled sharply as he thrust into her wet folds and his cock rubbed intimately against the vibrator in her ass. The double penetration was... amazing.

“You have to be prepared if you’re going to take both of us at the same time,” Blake whispered in her ear before he bit the lobe and thrust even deeper into her. “One of us will be here, deep inside your tight wet heat, and the other will be in that delectable ass of yours.”

Hazel cried out at the picture his words painted, her body almost in pain as she held on to the headboard. The climax that exploded through her was as fierce as a forest fire and just as devastating, but she embraced it completely.

Blake fisted a hand in her hair and pulled a little, making her tilt her head back. Mason watched, silent, his gaze one of raw lust as Blake began a merciless and fast-paced taking of her body. One of Blake’s hands roved over her breasts and down to her clit, feathering light touches before sliding back up to cup a breast again. He pumped his hips, surging deep into her, over and over, filling her until she gasped from the sudden pressure of his entry.

This time he whispered hot, deliciously dirty things in her ear about what he wanted to do to her, how he wanted to stretch her, make her his sweet little girl who would crawl on her knees to him and suck him off. He wanted to spank her ass until it was red while she came apart on Mason’s cock... So many wicked things spilled from his sinfully full lips. And all the while, he pounded into her from behind, never relenting.

He moved so fast that her body couldn’t adjust to his rhythm or move with him. He was using her like a toy, just as he’d promised he would, and when she realized that, she came hard a second time, her throat raw from a scream of pure, blinding pleasure that made her close her eyes.

She clawed at the headboard, and when her eyes opened again, she saw Mason still staring at her. A tic worked in his jaw and the muscles of his arms flexed as though he was fighting the need to come to her. The only thing she wanted in that moment was for Mason to be there in bed with her and Blake. She craved to be overwhelmed by them. She wanted them to make her forget every worry she had.

Blake panted against her neck, his fist still in her hair as his harsh breaths warmed her sweat-dewed skin. His cock was buried deep inside her, and the vibrations in her ass rumbled through her body, drawing out little jerking aftershocks that made her twitch around Blake’s cock. He moaned, rocking his hips against her ass, sliding in and out of Hazel a little, even though her inner walls attempted to hold him inside.

“All right, 40 percent,” he whispered. “I’ll give you forty.”

He kissed her throat and held her in a tight, all-encompassing hug. Their bodies were still intimately joined, and somehow that intensified the moment and their embrace. She caught her breath, sagging back against him, and closed her eyes again. To be held by Blake was something truly exquisite. Especially like this. How had she forgotten how safe his arms made her feel?

Someone undid the cuffs on her wrists, and she knew it had to be Mason because Blake still had one hand in her hair and one hand along her breast, playing with her nipple and kneading gently.

“I knew you would see things my way,” she told Blake between her own heavy breaths.

Mason laughed hard. “You’ve got your hands full with this one, don’t you?” he said to Blake before meeting her gaze again. “Hazel, sweetheart, take a quick shower, then join me for breakfast.” Mason was still laughing as he walked out of the bedroom.

Blake continued to hold her for a long moment before he finally turned the vibrator off and pulled it out of her body.

“You may have won our negotiation, but I won this,” he murmured huskily against her mouth as he slid three of his fingers into the wet heat between her thighs.

She couldn’t disagree with that. He had triumphed in bed... Well, she had too, if one counted the number of her orgasms. He pressed a soft, open-mouthed kiss to her lips before climbing off the bed and disappearing into the bathroom. She was still sitting on the edge of the bed, her legs too shaky to stand, when he returned to the bedroom.

“Can you walk?” he asked, half-teasing, half-serious.

“Yes.” It wasn’t quite a lie.

“I’ll go downstairs and see what Mason’s fixed for us.”

She waited for Blake to leave the bedroom before she walked to the bathroom. Her body still hummed, even though she no longer had the vibrator or Blake inside her. She was going to be feeling him and that vibrator for a few hours, but she wasn’t complaining. Once more she was glad to have some space to think. Blake had a way of muddling her thoughts.

She admired the black granite countertops and the gold hardware of the handles and faucets. It was tasteful and not overdone. She stepped into the shower and turned it on. Water blasted at her from different angles, and she sighed luxuriously as the hot water covered her skin. She wanted to linger and take a sinfully long shower, but knowing Mason had cooked breakfast downstairs hurried her along. She used Blake’s expensive shampoo, conditioner, and body wash, and couldn’t help but smile as she inhaled the scent that smelled just like Blake. It was a soft scent, with a hint of pine and amber.

She dried off and used a hairdryer that Blake had left on the counter for her. When she finished, she rummaged around Blake’s dresser in the bedroom and stole a pair of his boxers and the white dress shirt he’d worn last night. It still smelled like him, and she rubbed her cheek against one sleeve before she rolled up the cuffs. While she liked tiptoeing around in Blake’s clothing, she knew at some point she was going to have to convince Mason or Blake to go to her apartment in the city and bring her some of her own clothes.

Hazel followed her nose downstairs to the kitchen to find Mason and Blake both huddled around the island, softly talking to each other and drinking coffee.

“You hungry?” Mason asked when they spotted her. Together they looked more like brothers, as they both wore jeans. She was more used to seeing Blake in his bespoke business suits, which she adored, but getting a glimpse of his relaxed side made her heart flutter traitorously. It reminded her too much of law school and that night they’d shared. She wanted to go to him and hug him and bury her face against his chest, just to feel safe and cherished. And that was something she couldn’t let herself do. She needed to limit it to amazing sex with him and Mason. Nothing more.

“What’s on the menu?” she asked them and pasted a smile on her face to hide her thoughts.

“You ... later, of course,” Mason said with a chuckle. “Right now, there are pancakes, eggs, bacon, coffee, and tea. What sounds good to you?”

“I want all of that except the coffee. I would love a cup of Earl Grey tea, black, if you have it?”

“You got it, sweetheart. Have a seat.” Mason nodded at the cozy table where someone, probably Chalmers, had set up for breakfast.

She glanced at Blake when she saw only two place settings.

“Enjoy breakfast,” Blake murmured and winked at her. “I have to call my client to break the bad news about the bonuses on the Reynolds Corporation sale.”

So it was just going to be her and Mason? Hazel took a seat and tried to quell the slight flutter of nerves as she watched Mason load up a plate of food and steep a cup of tea for her. He and Blake had fucked the hell out of her, but damned if they didn’t treat her like a princess too. It was something else she couldn’t get used to. She’d lost her parents in college—one to cancer, the other to a stroke a year later—and she’d gotten used to taking care of herself pretty quickly. It wasn’t easy to let go of the habit of relying only on herself.

“Thank you,” she replied as he set the food down in front of her and gave her the cup of tea.

“Warm syrup?” he asked as he placed a small carafe next to her plate.

“You really go all out,” she noted as she poured syrup on her pancakes. But she instantly regretted her words when Mason’s brown eyes darkened with shadows of old pain.

“I liked cooking a big breakfast for my little sisters and my mother on Sunday mornings. It was the only day my mother had off for the entire week. She would be utterly exhausted, so I would let her sleep in and cook for her and my sisters. It felt like one of the few nice things I could do between the housework and yardwork.”

Damn, the man had a way of making her want to cuddle up in his lap and purr. It was such a sweet thing to do for his family.

“Is your mother still alive?” she asked, hoping her question wasn’t too insensitive.

“Yes. She’s retired now. The moment my business took off, I made sure that I could support her. She has a house in Palm Springs and doesn’t ever have to work again. Of course, she’s not used to so much leisure time, so she runs a charity now. She could never stay still for long, but at least her hours are her own choosing, and she doesn’t have to answer to anyone ever again.”

Hazel remembered what Blake had told her about Mason’s father. “I imagine your father would be proud of you.”

Mason paused in the act of pouring himself more coffee. “I would like to think he would be too. What about you? Any siblings?”

“No,” she replied, feeling suddenly subdued. She didn’t like talking about her past. It hurt, but he had shared some of himself with her, and it felt wrong to close up to him.

“I was an only child. I was a freshman in college when my mother died from breast cancer. My dad was gone a year later from a stroke. He was so healthy, the doctors couldn’t believe he’d died like that. Part of me—” She halted as a lump formed in her throat.

Mason sat down in the chair beside her and covered her hand with his. “You don’t have to tell me anything.”

Oh, but she did. These were things Blake knew about her, and she wanted Mason to know them too, even if it hurt to say them. Mason didn’t push her, though, and let her take her time to speak.

“It probably sounds silly, but secretly, I think he died of a broken heart. He and my mom were soulmates. I think the doctors just didn’t know what to put down on his death certificate.”

Mason’s jaw clenched briefly before he relaxed. “I hate that you lost them. It’s a crime to lose a parent so young, and you lost both of yours.”

Tears suddenly sprang from her eyes. God, she hated crying, yet here she was blubbering like an idiot.

“You lost your dad far younger than I did,” she tried to argue.

He leaned over and cupped her face in his hand. “Don’t cry, sweetheart. Those tears will wreck me forever.” He kissed her, his mouth soft and sweet, and the tears came harder as she abandoned her seat and lunged for him. He pushed his chair back and pulled her onto his lap, cradling her against his chest. He kissed her again, and like before, it was not a kiss to seduce. It was a kiss to soothe away her pain and console her. It was a kiss that held an infinite sense of something that she feared and craved all at once. It was a kiss full of love. How could that be possible? She hadn’t known him for even a full day, and yet something was growing between her and this gorgeous man. She buried her face in his shirt and fought off more tears.

“Let it out, sweetheart. These are tears that you need to shed, even if it kills me to see you cry. Someone once told me that to heal you must feel.” His kindness made it worse, and she felt even more wretched.

“Either the pancakes were very good or very bad...,” Blake said from behind them.

Hazel frantically rubbed her eyes to erase the evidence of her tears before she dared to meet Blake’s searching gaze.

“I didn’t even get to try them,” she muttered from Mason’s lap.

“No, you don’t get to run when you’re hurting,” Mason said firmly, even though his tone was gentle.

“He’s right. I know you like your space,” Blake added as he joined them at the table, “but when you’re hurting and need comfort? That’s when you need one or both of us to care for you.”

“I can take care of myself. I always have.”

“We’re saying you don’t have to,” Blake replied. “Right, Mason?”

“Right.” Mason reached for her plate and poured a little extra syrup over her pancakes. “I’m going to feed you these pancakes, and you are going to let me.”

“Am I?” She tried to sound argumentative, but it came out more like a tremulous question.

“Yes, because your tears hurt me, sweetheart. Holding you and feeding you will make me feel better right now.”

“It’s best not to argue with Mason,” Blake said with a soft smile. “He’s usually right.”

Hazel felt silly letting a man feed her, but there was something sweet about it and also a little arousing. Blake took a chair opposite her and Mason and watched them, his gaze impossibly soft. When she couldn’t eat another bite, Mason patted her waist.

“You up for visiting my place for a little while?”

“Your place?” she echoed, suddenly remember that he’d said his home was nearby.

“I’d like to show you.”

She shot a glance at Blake as he sipped his coffee. He merely smiled and said nothing.

“Okay.” She’d barely finished the word when Mason stood and cradled her in his arms.

“Oh!” She clutched at his neck in fear of being dropped. “Put me down. I can walk.”

“If Blake did his job properly this morning, you should be glad to have me carry you. Besides, I like holding you. You can’t run away when I do.” He grinned at her and headed for the large glass doors at the back of the kitchen that faced the lake.

Mason’s home. She was going to see where this mysterious man lived. A little thrill shot through her, but she tamped it down. Six more days. All she had to do was not fall in love in the next six days. She could manage that, right?