Get Off Easy (Noble House, #1) by Sara Brookes Page A

with you two wrapped around one another at some winery.”
    Damn those images again. Damn the grapes. Damn the sunset.
    All faked .
    “If you didn’t come to participate, and you didn’t come to watch, then why are you here?”
    “Just visiting, like I said.”
    “Honey, no one comes to Noble House to visit .” Saint scooted closer. She really wished he would stop doing that. Any closer and she’d be sitting in his lap. Though that wouldn’t be an especially terrible thing. “You may not know why you’re here, but you definitely came with some kind of mission in mind.” Boyce joined them just as Saint trailed off. “Grae says she isn’t here to watch or participate.”
    Boyce smirked as he sat. “She came for the food, didn’t she? Duke does offer some mean snacks. Still won’t take my suggestion of serving cocktail wieners. Can’t imagine why.”
    Grae giggled. Surprised, she smothered the noise by covering her mouth.
    Saint angled his head. “Don’t stop. It sounds pretty.”
    Grae lowered her hand, feeling her cheeks heat. She already sounded unhinged. Admitting she’d visited the club for a specific reason—them—would make her sound like a stalker. She wanted to get closer to them, be with them, not scare them.
    “I did say I was on vacation. Thought it was time I see some places that I’ve always wanted to visit.”
    “Road trip. Any more stops for you?”
    Grae dipped her head. “Other than coming to see you and Saint, this was my only destination.”
    Boyce barked out a laugh. “Now that is one vacation I can get behind.”
    “I know quite a few things you’re willing to get behind,” Saint murmured.
    “Mmm. Tempting.” Boyce studied her, his gaze just as steady and assessing as Saint’s. “I say we help Grae kickoff her vacation right. By putting her to work. I believe I know a few things that could use dictation.” Grae yelped as Boyce swept her up into his arms. “What do you say, Ms. Burrows? Care to sharpen a few pencils?”
    Grae put her hand in the center of Boyce’s chest, felt his strong heartbeat, and noticed hers skipped a beat. “No.”

Chapter Seven

    D espite Grae’s protest, Boyce carried her out of the room. She didn’t struggle as he walked down the darkened hallway. There would be no point. They would want to know why she’d said no.
    It wasn’t as though she wasn’t thrilled by the idea of playing with them. No reason to deny that her body had been reaching for them since she’d discovered they played at Noble House. But she needed to clear the air before she entered into any sort of power exchange with them. And since they didn’t have an established play relationship, with no assigned safe word, no would have to suffice.
    Funny how the idea of sex with them was easier to swallow than the full blown relationship she truly craved. She knew she was her own worst enemy when it came to what she wanted. But damn if she could stop herself. Wasn’t as though she could just up and tell them— Hey, I want to barge right into the middle of your longstanding relationship and muck it all up .
    And she needed to remember the kind of sacrifice necessary in order to make her dreams a reality. Her life, her career, was in Los Angeles.
    Talk about screwed up.
    What the hell was wrong with her?
    After Boyce sat on the secluded couch, he positioned her across his thighs. He tucked her against his body as Saint slipped beside them and snuggled close. Both men wore twin expressions of concern, but Boyce spoke first.
    “What’s the problem?”
    Her intent hadn’t been to burden them, but it needed to be said. “That last time I saw you both here, things didn’t end well.”
    “If you’re worried about that happening again, I’m fine.” Small lines formed at the edges of Boyce’s eyes as he smiled. Gah . Just when she thought the man couldn’t possibly get more attractive.
    She swallowed, forcing herself to stay on topic. Her just rewards would come later as long