Game On (The Morgan Brothers Book 4) by Avery Gale

felt was relief. Fuck the costumes, I’m going to pass out from the heat. Aspen felt herself wobble again and fought the urge to reach up and wipe the sweat from her forehead.
    Following the script, they striped her of the extra layers, stopping when they reached the light-weight peplos she wore over her linen undergarments. The underwear she’d been given might be made of fine linen, but that was where the historical accuracy ended. The tiny scraps of fabric held together by silk ribbons hardly qualified for undergarments in her view.
    Their soft words of praise fell on deaf ears when they began caressing her through the thin fabric. Mitch’s hands slid from her shoulders to her wrists, shackling them and pulling them over her head. The position caused her back to arch, and pushed her large breasts out as if they were seeking Phoenix’s attention. He didn’t disappoint, his large hands cupped her breasts, and his fingers rolled both nipples until they were tight, throbbed, and begged for more.
    Mitch moved her wrists so he could easily hold both with one hand. His free hand slid under her hair, and his fingers threaded through the long strands. He tightened his fingers until Aspen gasped at the exquisite feeling of straddling the line between pleasure and pain. When he pulled her head back, he turned her face to his, and whispered, “We’ll push you, little goddess, don’t think this entire scene is going to play out as written. Keeping you a bit off balance will be a good lesson—one of many I expect we’ll be teaching you.” His lips pressed against hers and she felt herself tumbling headfirst into the temptation.
    The kiss was a journey. What started as a sweet distraction, turned into nothing short of a passion-filled message spoken directly to her heart. She’d known he was interested in her when they were in St. Maarten, but circumstances kept them from reconnecting after she was released from the hospital. Was this the second chance she always believed fate gave the worthy? And what on Earth makes you think you are worthy? Hell’s bells and seashells, maybe he was the one who’s worthy and she was just along for the ride.

    Mitch wasn’t sure he was going to have the patience to finish the scene before stripping Aspen bare and pushing himself balls deep into her luscious body. She was indeed the very picture of a Goddess. Her lush curves, cascading blonde curls, and satiny skin were pushing his control to its very limit. He could already smell her arousal and the pure ambrosia was making his cock twitch in anticipation. She’d looked so surprised when he ended the kiss and discovered the blindfold had been removed. He’d nearly laughed since it had been one of the last elements of her fantasy they planned to play out as written. From this point forward the scene was their response—their answer to the challenge her fantasy laid down to any Dom who read it.
    He secured her to the St. Andrew’s cross as Phoenix reminded her they intended to punish her for all the months they’d spent chasing her. Mitch saw the moment she realized they’d left her clothes intact. He fought his smile because they had no intention of leaving her covered. Oh no, little sub, you’ve played us long enough. Now it’s our turn to call the shots.
    Mitch gave Phoenix a thumbs up when he was satisfied with the bindings, then he stepped to the side where he’d have a better view. He’d gotten the first kiss, but Phoenix was going to unwrap the package and Mitch certainly didn’t want to miss the show. For the first time since they’d started planning this evening’s scene, Mitch was confident in the outcome. He’d worried they were taking things too far—too quickly, but the way she’d submitted to his kiss had given him hope they were on the right path.
    Phoenix stepped in front of Aspen, the back of his finger sliding slowly down the side of her face. Mitch watched as goosebumps followed Phoenix’s finger as it