Ecstasy Times Two Plus Three [The Dakota Dynasty 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) by Robin Gideon Page A

have said that she was immune to the allure of these men, but her disobedient body was telling a much different, much more honest, story.
    She watched as Nick’s eyes, dark blue under any circumstance but darker now with escalating lust, went from her face down to the mounds of her breasts, which rose and fell with her deep, rapid breathing. She could almost feel the heat of his gaze, the intensity of it stripping away her clothes, touching her, caressing her intimately.
    “This will never work,” she heard herself say. It was as though her resistance to even trying a ménage relationship with these men was on autopilot. She remembered how Candice had said her love life had to remain hidden from the world, as though it was something dreadfully dirty. “Be reasonable. We’re all too old to be this naive.”
    Nick and Caleb moved so that one stood slightly to her right, and one slightly to her left. She felt the sharp edge of her desk against her bottom. Once again, she tested the necktie surrounding her wrists, and just as before, it triggered a submissive desire in her, an unconscious wish to be dominated by two powerful, commanding men.
    The phone buzzed, and Lydia inhaled sharply in shock. The receptionist’s voice came through the small speaker. “It’s five o’clock so I’ll be off. Do you want me to lock the door?”
    Lydia tried to speak but her throat wouldn’t form the words.
    “Ma’am?” There was concern in the receptionist’s tone.
    “Yes,” Lydia finally managed. “Please, lock the door.”
    “I’m off then. See you tomorrow.”
    After several seconds of silence, Nick said, “There, now we’ve got all night to change your mind about us.”
    Lydia shook her head, sending her hair swirling around her face. She felt trapped between the men and her desk, and trapped as well by a slowly heating libido that made her nipples pebble and her clit throb.
    “It’s just the three of us,” Caleb said, sliding a hand around the back of Lydia’s neck, “just the way it’s supposed to be.”
    “Oh, no,” Lydia whispered an instant before Caleb’s mouth claimed hers.
    It was a firm, masculine kiss without being fierce or bruising. Lydia tried to turn her face away to end the kiss a few seconds after it started, but Caleb held her head with both hands. He was soon feasting on her mouth, the kiss growing stronger. When Lydia felt his tongue seeking entrance, she pressed her lips tightly together, preventing him.
    “It’s no use,” Caleb said when he ended the kiss. “You know you want my kisses.”
    “You want them on your mouth,” Nick added, leaning in to kiss the side of her throat. “You want them on your pussy.” She gasped. “You’ll only be lying if you say you don’t want his tongue in your cunt.”
    The blunt, coarse language would, from anyone else, have deeply insulted Lydia. But with Nick, and under these circumstances, when he said the word “cunt,” Lydia felt her honey flowing even more freely. Just like in Mumbai, she was afraid that if they touched her, they’d find out her panty was damp with the lust she claimed she wasn’t feeling.
    It was Nick’s turn to kiss her next, and he made the most of the opportunity. Twenty seconds after the kiss started, Lydia’s head was spinning and her lips were parting to accept his tongue. He had one hand behind her neck, and the other on her breast. The fact that she was having both nipples caressed at the same time gave her the dizzying awareness that she was being felt up by two men.
    Stop it! Stop it now before it goes too far.
    It was a sane, rational thought to have. All she lacked was the willpower to follow her better judgment.
    She tried to move away from the desk, but the men pressed in on her, keeping her trapped. When Caleb’s lips covered hers, a small, feminine sob escaped her, the sound one of frustration and desire. A cowboy-booted foot moved between her own, then forced her feet further apart. For a moment she