Silk

Silk

by Em Petrova

Breathless Press Calgary, Alberta www.breathlesspress.com

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Silk Copyright© 2011 Em Petrova ISBN: 978-1-926930-84-8 Cover Artist: Victoria Miller Editor: Michayla Hart All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews. Breathless Press www.breathlesspress.com

Chapter One

Wynne Marie’s cell phone trilled in her pocket, alerting her to a new text. Her heart flipped over and then raced out of control. The only person who texted her was AJ. As in her best friend, former coowner of her business, and the man who was not her husband. She cocked her ear and listened for the sound of the shower, indicating her husband, Jake, was still soaping his buff body. Dammit, how could she move on with her life if AJ was still texting her? Wynne Marie sent one last glance at the closed bathroom door and then whipped out the phone. “Where is the new crate of massage oil?” the text read. A laugh bubbled up her throat—part relief, part joy at AJ’s hopeless inability to locate anything in the backroom of the spa she used to own and operate with him. For the first year of their working relationship, she’d thought he was too lazy to look for supplies, but after a while, she realized he couldn’t find a sock if it was on his foot. 1

Silk Her thumbs flew over the keypad, texting a reply. “Top shelf. Rt corner. Use ladder.” She could almost see him standing in the stockroom, turning circles and wondering which side of the stockroom she considered to be the right. “Look from doorway,” she added. In the other room, the water shut off. Wynne Marie shoved the phone into her pocket and hurried into the kitchen to make the morning coffee and bagels that she and Jake enjoyed. A year ago when she met Jake, she was deeply, coiffed-head-overpedicured-toes in love with her hunky man. From the minute she’d set eyes on Jake, she’d felt a connection to him. He was rugged yet tender and protective in a way that AJ never was. AJ didn’t mind if she dated other men or if they went ten days without seeing each other. In fact, his inability to commit had ended their relationship in Wynne Marie’s mind. There had been no confrontation, no breakup conversation— just a quiet ending to their dates, and more focus put on their joint business venture. Their friendship only deepened after she began seeing Jake, but AJ had kept his promise to not interfere. And he never indicated that their breakup had affected him emotionally. But it had distressed her more than she’d acknowledged at the time. With a sigh, she admitted to herself that she missed her best friend and former lover. She missed her spa. As she bustled around the brand-new kitchen, she thought for the tenth time that morning how lucky she was. Her body was still pleasantly sore from the late-night lovemaking session she and Jake shared, and today she would start her brand-new job—the job she’d spent five years paying off school loans for. A job in her field. A certified psychologist with a certified caseload. Then why did her hands long to feel the oil smoothing over a client’s skin? Her stint as a massage therapist had started as a way to pay the rent. Quickly, it had consumed her life, and when she’d been faced with the opportunity to buy the spa with her lover, she’d jumped at the chance. Jake nuzzled her neck, and she jerked. His hands slipped from her elbows to her wrists. “Whoa, baby, it’s just me. You worried about your first day?” He turned her into his arms, and she melted against his strong chest bulging with muscle from working construction. But this man was blessed with more than brawn. He had enough business savvy 2

Em Petrova to send his construction crews all over the US, which was how he’d ended up in Atlanta, at the Silk Spa. She kneaded the muscles between his neck and shoulder, making him groan. “Ooh, darlin’, you can’t keep that up, or I’ll never get to that work site. Is the coffee ready?” She stepped away. “Yes.” Something in her tone made him duck to peer into her eyes. “You finally got your dream job, Wynnie. You’ll be great. Call me on your lunch break.” “I will.” The phone weighed heavily in her pocket, reminding her of her secret text. She didn’t need to hide it from Jake. He’d understand that her old business partner would have a question or two after she handed over the entire business. Only her guilty conscience led to her secretiveness. Because honestly, she was still reeling from how clean her break with AJ had been. Her heart told her it wasn’t so easy. Especially since hours after her wedding ceremony, AJ had leaned in and whispered, “If he breaks your heart, I’ll be waiting.” Since that moment, she’d replayed the words in her mind, wondering if they meant what she thought. When she and AJ dated, they’d lacked that spark. Then she’d met Jake, and her relationship with AJ had morphed into a brand-new entity—a deep and caring friendship. Now her unrequited feelings for AJ were surfacing with a vengeance. As Wynne Marie slipped on her high heels and headed out for her new job, her hand wandered to her pocket, and she wrapped her fingers around her phone. A few little words to AJ wouldn’t hurt, would they? After all, they’d operated on a friendship-only basis since the day she announced she was in love with Jake. And she missed AJ’s friendship. The feeling of camaraderie, the closeness. AJ knew her as well as Jake did, if not better. In the garage, she stopped and leaned against her shiny new luxury car, a wedding gift from Jake. She’d discovered it in the garage with an enormous red bow atop it and felt distress that she’d only given him a silver frame with her picture in it, engraved with I will love you forever. Jake had reassured her it was perfect and placed it on his nightstand, where he could look at it and remember the first day of the rest of their lives. No. She couldn’t text AJ.

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Silk With a sigh, she slid behind the wheel, hit the remote to open the garage door, and backed out. You aren’t in Atlanta anymore. You’re a professional. A wife. You’ve chosen this life, and it’s going to be a happy one. As she made a right-hand turn at the end of their street, she felt far removed from that happiness. To her, happiness had always meant the baking sun and Southern drawls. It meant crates of massage oil. And now it meant AJ.

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The phone beeped, and Wynne Marie leaped to her feet. She tilted on her heels, and her hip struck the corner of her desk hard. She issued a squeak and then fumbled for her phone, heart thumping, instant tears blurring her eyes, and not from the pain of her injury. “What do I do if overbooked?” the text read. An image of AJ rose in her mind, wavy brown hair falling into one smoldering brown eye, poring over the appointment book and wondering how the hell he was going to have enough hands. She laughed into the silence of her office, glad she was between appointments. She’d dealt with a criminal receiving mandatory counseling and a victim of domestic violence this morning. Suddenly, none of it seemed as important helping AJ with his dilemma. Her thumbs flew over the keypad. “Call Erin for backup. Give her overtime pay.” His reply was swift. “Thanx!” A shiver ran through her at the sight of those five little letters. In a moment, she could have him on the phone, deep baritone voice filtering into her brain. God, she missed that liquid voice. From the moment she’d heard his dulcet tones drifting through the wall separating her massage room from his, she’d been hooked. Why hadn’t he fallen for her the same way? With a grin, she texted, “Ur welcome.” “How r u?” The words flashed across the screen, making her heart sing. Her hair swung forward to kiss her hot cheek, hiding her expression from anyone who walked in. She knew she looked like she was up to no good. If Jake walked in at this moment, how would she react? She had to tell him tonight. He’d understand. It wasn’t as if she was sexting.

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Em Petrova As soon as the thought swirled through her mind, it gained momentum. A dozen innuendos burned in her thumbs. And AJ would react. Her breath rushed from her, and she slumped against the desk. The office felt too hot, small, confining. Quiet. She longed for the uplifting music that played through Silk Spa all day and night, and the rippling water features. The scent of paper and cleaning fluid stung her nose now, rather than the warm sandalwood and vanilla oils she and AJ used. Once, they’d used them on each other. Enough, Wynnie Jackson. You’re a married woman. Jake is amazing. How would you feel if you found out he was fantasizing about his ex? But to Wynne Marie, AJ didn’t feel like an ex. He felt like a best friend, lover, family member, all rolled into one six-foot hunk. She rounded her desk and collapsed into her desk chair, the spinny one with the ergonomic lumbar. When she’d interviewed for this job, she’d called Jake from the car and told him about this chair. Now it fit her all wrong. She was out of whack. If she were still in Atlanta, she would ask AJ for one of his power rubdowns. Jake gave a decent massage, but no one had fingers like AJ. Or the passion. Stop it, Wynnie. Jake is an amazing lover. But her mind wondered about the boundaries she and AJ could explore together. They’d only brushed the edges of their relationship. Maybe if they’d allowed their friendship to precede their hormones, things would have worked out. The clock on the wall ticked. Should she answer AJ’s text? He’d only asked how she was. Surely, she could respond without disaster. She cradled the phone again. “im ok u?” “Hpy 2 hear from u. Silk’s not the same.” A flush climbed her throat and engulfed her face. Her cheeks burned for a long minute, and then a rivulet of heat broke free and flowed south, between her legs. Her nipples puckered beneath her white cotton dress shirt. All at once, her power suit seemed like a straitjacket. She longed for the loose scrubs she’d worn at the spa. “I miss it.” “Come bk.” Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Immediately following his reply, he texted, “How is ur 1st day?” 5

Silk Lonely. She longed to text it. Longed to gush out her true emotions—how she was struggling, and not just with her new job. Her entire life had been turned on its ear, and she didn’t know who she was anymore or where she belonged. She gulped back the thick lump in her throat and fortified herself for her lie. Would a little white text lie show? “Fab!” A long hesitation followed, so long that she wondered if he was busy with a phone call or client. Finally, the letters appeared on her screen. “U think u can lie?” Tears bulged at her eyelids, threatening release. She wanted Jake’s comforting embrace. And she wanted to be with AJ, not locked in this office complex with total strangers, people who didn’t know her name, didn’t care about her. “No.” “Want me 2 call?” Her thumbs twitched over the keys. Damn, the sobs were climbing her throat, and someone was sure to walk in and find the psychologist, rather than the patient, in tears. Hurriedly, she grabbed her purse and headed for the bathroom, phone clutched in her sweaty fist. She made it into a bathroom stall, locked the door, and leaned against it. You can’t let him call you. Can’t let him hear the tears in your voice or know your need. You know how awful he’ll feel. He’s a bigger softie than Jake. After a moment, her tears receded, and the lump dissolved in her throat. The ache in her thumbs eased, and she was able to return his text. “No. M btr.” “Yeah yeah. But ok.” Wynne Marie’s mouth twisted into a sad smile. She could take a minute and call Jake, but he’d surely hear the shaky quality of her voice. Time to grow up, Wynnie. Get in there and do your job. This instance went way beyond the old You made your bed; now lie in it adage. This had to do with vows and the love of her life. But maybe not the other love of her life. Sex with AJ had been steamy but had lacked the commitment. After a year of friendship, she couldn’t help but think things had changed. She pocketed her phone and fished in her purse for a tissue, nudging aside the mini photo album that she carried with her everywhere—the one that held a photo of every important person in her life, and AJ’s handsome face took up one page.

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Em Petrova As she returned to her office, she realized she wasn’t going to adjust as swiftly to her new life as she’d first believed. The ache for her spa, her longing for the heated oil and the tinkling music wouldn’t leave her for a long time, if ever. Her need to talk to her best friend was real—and one Jake would have to deal with. Next time, she’d let AJ call her. And she’d tell Jake the truth.

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Chapter Two

Jake cut the engine of his truck and gathered the bouquet of longstemmed roses off the passenger seat. The sight of Wynnie’s silver car parked in his garage thrilled him. He’d never thought she’d say yes to his marriage proposal, let alone agree to move to Vermont with him. The transition hadn’t been the easiest for her, but he planned to make her happier than she’d ever been. As he hit the entryway, he called for her. When she didn’t respond, he toed off his boots and entered the main living space. In the short time she’d taken over his big two-story home, she’d added her feminine touches. New coats of paint, candles, decorative accessories. “Wynnie? Baby?” She emerged from the bedroom wearing panties, bra, and her trademark accessory—men’s striped tube socks. The sexiest fucking thing he’d ever seen a woman wear—or not wear. He suppressed a growl.

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Em Petrova Her golden hair in a knot on her nape, makeup stripped off. Alarmingly, her cheeks were pink, her eyes red-rimmed. In two strides, he caught her around the waist and drew her into his chest. “Wynnie. What’s wrong?” “Nothing’s wrong.” Her voice was nasal, cutting off any pretense that she hadn’t been crying. He nudged the delicate point of her chin with his knuckles and ducked to peer into her eyes. They slipped away. “Spill it, Jackson. You can’t fool me. Besides, I’m your husband. I’m here for you to lean on.” She melted against him with her head tucked beneath his chin. The hint of her vanilla perfume wafted to his nose, and his body reacted instantly. His cock stirred against his jeans, making them uncomfortably tight. Her soft arms encircled his neck, and he dropped his nose to the fragrant crook of her neck, nuzzling. “A hard first day, then?” She nodded. Gossamer strands of her hair caught in the stubble of his jaw, sending a surge of protectiveness through him. He smoothed a hand over her spine, letting it slip low to the crest of her buttocks. God, her body drove him wild. Of course, it was the first thing he noticed about her, besides her amazing massage technique, but her sweet disposition kept his torch burning long after he would have tired of another woman. “I wanted to take you out to dinner. Would you rather order in? Or have me whip up one of my special toasted cheese sandwiches?” “With Gouda cheese?” He laughed at the hopeful tone of her voice. “Of course, babe. Come on. Sit and talk to me while I prepare them.” He wrapped his fingers around her wrist, and he led her into the kitchen. She climbed onto a high barstool, tormenting him beyond belief as she crossed her legs, stocking-clad feet dangling. He practically tore himself away from her to wash his hands. “You’re not very dirty today,” she commented, eyeing his jeans and T-shirt. “Nope. A paperwork day. Problems with permits and assignment of funds.” He waved a hand. “No big deal. Now tell me about your first day.” He scrubbed his nails with a nailbrush, waiting to hear her response. But she said nothing. His stomach giving a hard squeeze, he was prepared to hear the worst. That she had made a huge mistake in 9

Silk marrying him, that she had to get the hell out of Vermont before she went mad. He dried his hands on a kitchen towel and faced her across the granite bar top. For long minutes, she simply stared at her fingernails, and he stared at the part on the top of her head. “Baby, nothing can be that bad. Please say something.” Her throat made a clicking sound as she swallowed. “I don’t know what to say.” Jake’s heart rolled over. He dropped the towel and circled the counter to her. She slipped into his arms the way she always did, soft and needy. Relief made his fingers tingle. It’s not about you. It’s not about us. But clearly, she was upset, and it was his job to fix it. “Was someone rude to you?” “No.” “You’re the focus of a new office scandal?” Her shoulders vibrated with a quiet laugh. “Uh-uh. My coworkers are friendly, and the client sessions went fine. It’s just…it’s not Silk.” He pressed a kiss to the sweet-smelling spot where her hair waved from her temple. “I understand. It’s a big change, Wynnie, but give it some time.” She nodded against his chest, sending a shiver of need to his groin. With a growl, he cupped her ass and lifted her off the stool. He hitched her against his chest and started toward the bedroom. “You know how fucking crazy it makes me when I see those knee socks. What you need is to unwind.” Her brilliant green eyes burned up at him. Heat climbed his insides at the sight of her teeth sunk into her lower lip. “And you know how to help me unwind?” “Who else?” She stiffened slightly, and he pinched her bottom hard, raising a squeal from her. He sailed into the bedroom and tossed her onto the high king-size bed. Her full breasts bounced as she fell, and then he was on her, kissing her, grinding against her hot body. He’d spent hours daydreaming about making love to her. He hooked his thumbs in her lace-trimmed panties and peeled them away to reveal her bare snatch. He crooked an eyebrow at this new change in her shaving routine, and she smiled, a delicious flush creeping over her. The panties hit the carpet in a whisper of crumpled 10

Em Petrova fabric, and he skimmed her taut belly with his palms. Moisture pooled on her labia. His mouth watered to taste her. Her lips parted, and her gaze grew blurred as he slowly edged down her bra straps. The emerald-green fabric matched her eyes exactly, making them stand out like two gems. And beneath the bra, her nipples were two hard pearls, begging for his touch, his kiss. With a groan, he captured one, sucking it into his mouth, cotton and all. She gasped and arched her back. Her knees fell apart to expose her slippery sex to him, bringing the musky scent of her desire to his senses. Her fingers clasped over his rod, stroking through the denim. “God, Jake, you’re so hard.” “I’ve been thinking about this all day. About you in that damn little skirt this morning and your calves in those high heels.” He tore off her bra and tossed it over his shoulder. She pinched his T-shirt behind his nape and dragged it over his head. Writhing under him, hot and wet and so fucking gorgeous, he needed to sink into her. Now. She surged upward and smattered his chest with kisses, tongue flicking his nipples, scraping his back with her short nails. “Eat my pussy,” she begged in her kittenlike purr that always drove him over the edge. Nothing on earth rivaled Wynnie’s dirty talk. The first time Jake had made love to her, she’d stunned him with her words. It only took moments for him to realize she could send him over the edge with the things she whispered. “Oh, yeah.” He clamped her nipple between his teeth and laved it with his tongue. Her fingers bit into his shoulders and slid downward, searching for the button of his jeans. He dodged her touch. “Not yet. If I strip out of these jeans, I won’t hold out. I’ll bury my cock in you so deep, you’ll scream.” “I want that.” Her silky tone washed over him, and he clenched his teeth against the throb in his cock and balls. With Wynne Marie, he felt like a teenager, prepared to shoot load after load into her pussy. “But first, let me see your tongue. I want to see the tongue that will lick my cunt.” He licked his lower lip and then claimed her mouth, showing her firsthand the acrobatics his tongue could perform. His tongue flipped against hers, devouring her taste, stroking the salty-sweet depths until he thought he’d explode.

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Silk When she was gasping, he released her. Kissed her nipple. Her navel. The top of her mons. And then he was at the heat of her, tongue plunging between the soaking folds. Her hands twisted in his hair, and her hips came off the bed. He gripped her hips and held on. She could be a wildcat when he was eating her out. Using the point of his tongue deeper into her honey hole, he gathered all her juices. God, he could lick her pussy all night long if she’d let him. Her voice met his ears, ratcheting up his need. “Don’t you dare neglect my clit. It’s so hard and hot, throbbing for you. That’s it, Jackson. Flick it with your tongue. Grind it. Ooh, that’s good, baby. Let me see my cream on your tongue.” She moaned loudly as he drew back enough to allow her juices to string from her pussy to his mouth. Her eyes burned into his for the briefest moment before he dived between her legs again. He kneaded the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs, circling closer and closer to her pussy. She loved his fingers deep inside her, pressing her G-spot while sucking her hardened nub. “Mmm. My pussy tastes so good, doesn’t it? You want to slip your fingers in. Go on, do it.” He probed her outer labia, allowing one fingertip to glide over the wetness. Her ass lifted off the bed again, and she rocked her pussy against his face. He ground his jaw against her soaking folds and felt the first pulsations hit her. Her hands convulsed in his hair, yanking him into her as she thrust against his mouth. He drove two fingers deep into her and sucked her clit hard. She screamed in pleasure as her orgasm pushed a flood of love juice onto his tongue. Her soft walls pulsed around his fingers, driving him wild with the need to sink his cock in her. As her pulsations ebbed, he slowed his pace, swirling his tongue over her wet inner lips and avoiding her sensitive nub. “Jake. I need you. Please.” Her soft cooing voice hit his brain, and then hit his cock. He slid up her body, rubbing the juices on his chin over her belly and between her tits. With a growl, he claimed her mouth, finding her tongue eager and as hungry as his. Whatever had haunted her before had vanished from her face now. She was his golden goddess again—his Wynnie. “Love you,” he breathed into her mouth, and she sent love words back into his. She popped the button of his jeans and slid down his zipper, dipping her scalding fingers into his boxer briefs. He stopped 12

Em Petrova breathing as she skimmed the engorged head of his cock. Her knee lifted between his legs, rubbing gently against his groin as she pushed his jeans off his hips. She shoved them off with her foot, and the rest of his clothes followed. Quivering with need, he poised at the quick of her. Their gazes locked, and overwhelming love flooded him. He was the luckiest man on earth, and he was going to die if he didn’t slide inside her. In one hard thrust, he joined them. Wynne Marie’s breath rasped against his throat, and she pressed her lips to his skin, sucking it hard. He went completely still, trembling against the threatening release. “Come on, baby. Drive it in and out.” With a guttural groan, he began to move. Her slippery walls clenched him tight, and he ground his teeth in ecstasy. “Baby, you’re so fucking hot. So wet for me. Feel me sink into you, so deep.” He captured her mouth, and her tongue found his, wild with need. The tremendous heat built in his core as the head of his cock touched her womb again and again. He gripped her thighs and pressed them back, enabling him to get deeper and giving him prime access to her G-spot. With every stroke, she cried out. Voice pounding his ears. Pussy walls pulsing around him. His world narrowed to his gorgeous wife, the pleasure on her face, and the heat in his cock. He felt her splinter around him, and her walls clamped down, sending him over the edge. They rode the wave of release together, clinging to each other, tongues twirling in a mindless ballet. With a final moan, she broke from his kiss and stared into his eyes. “Oh, my God, Jake.” On the dresser, her cell beeped. She jerked as if speared, and Jake studied her suddenly heated face with concern. “You okay, babe?” “Yes. Jake, I love you. That was amazing.” He dropped his lips to the crook of her neck and skimmed her damp flesh. Her feminine scent aroused him again, and his shaft twitched inside her. With a long sigh, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and squeezed. “Wynnie?” “Mmm?” “Are you sure you’re okay? You’re trembling.” He withdrew enough to see her eyes. A pang of worry speared his chest. What could be going on that she wouldn’t confide in him? They’d always had an

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Silk open and honest relationship. Though at first, he’d worried that she talked more to her partner AJ than him. She shifted beneath him, and he bore his weight on his elbows. “Jake…I need to tell you something.” He stared at the crease between her straight blonde brows. He hated to see that furrow—the exclamation point that indicated she was unhappy. “What is it? You can tell me, baby.” Her toes rode the curve of his calf muscle up to the back of his knee, and she chewed her lip—a sure sign of her discomfort. “Today, I got a text from AJ.” He blinked at her blankly, mind awhirl. AJ, the new sole proprietor of Silk. AJ, the man she’d called best friend until Jake walked into her life. AJ, her ex-lover. “What kind of text?” She pressed her lip with her teeth and then released it. “He asked where he could find a crate of oil. Nothing much. It’s just…I miss him, Jake.” He rolled off, still sticky with her love juices, and spent a long minute searching her eyes. She scooted into a sitting position with her knees against her breasts, taunting him with the sight of her damned sexy knee socks and her bare snatch. “What do you mean…miss him? Miss the spa?” He jammed a hand through his hair, but really he was trying to hold his head in place. Suddenly, it was throbbing, ready to blow off, churning with the possibilities of what she was saying. She’d sworn she and AJ were just friends. Once they’d been lovers, but AJ hadn’t been that into her. After learning this, Jake had taken a closer look at the man, wondering if he was gay. Who the hell didn’t want Wynne Marie? And if anyone could spot a man with gay tendencies, it was Jake. He’d never discussed it with Wynne Marie, but in trade school, he’d had a male lover. An instructor who was a master carpenter and a master in the bedroom. A guy who had turned his world upside down when Jake recognized his desires for another man. After a tumultuous short-lived affair, his instructor had broken it off. Recommitted to his marriage. Leaving Jake to sort through the aftermath in his mind. Over time, he’d come to terms with the fact that pleasure and love weren’t black and white. And of course, he still looked at men with this memory in his heart. If he was honest, AJ was one of the men he’d looked at often. Jake was drawn to his physical type. That didn’t mean he wanted the man fucking with his wife. 14

Em Petrova She reached for him, hands soft and cool on his biceps. “Yes, I miss the spa terribly. I miss the clients, the smells, sounds. And I miss my friend.” “AJ.” His voice was dead, and he hated himself for it. When he’d met Wynne Marie a year ago, he’d promised himself he wouldn’t let her friendship and the sharing of responsibilities with AJ bother him. And it never had. But something in her green eyes twisted his gut. Something that spoke of a deeper kind of “miss him.” Something that had no place in a marriage. Wynne Marie’s gaze skittered away and then returned, bright with tears and hotter than ever. “Yes. But that doesn’t mean anything bad for us, Jake. I’m totally in love with you. You’re my world now. I don’t want you to worry. I only told you because…well, I felt guilty about texting him back without you knowing. I want everything to be on the up and up with us.” The choking lump in his throat dispelled at once, and he breathed easier. “Come here.” He tugged her into his arms, fighting the quaking that had begun in his gut. “So you’re okay with it? It’s okay that I answered him?” He gave a huffing laugh that he hoped sounded less strained than he felt. “Of course, baby. I trust you. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have married you. And it’s not like you’re sexting or something, right? Just shop talk.” “Yes. But you know how close I was to AJ. He was my friend for a long time, and it’s difficult to leave that behind.” He plastered a smile to his face and watched hers brighten. “Don’t worry about it, Wynnie. Now tell me, how was your day at work?” She hurled them back onto the bed and climbed up his body to straddle his waist. Her sex was hot and soaking with his cum. The tense grin he wore turned to a genuine one as he caressed her slender calves in the tube socks. The pad of his thumb eased under the fabric, and she moaned as he scratched the creases made by the elastic. “You drive me wild when you wear these.” “That’s why I do it.” “So you were trying to seduce me?” “Uh-huh. I knew you could help me relax after my stressful day.” “And did I?” His thumbs glided up her inner thighs to her pussy lips. He pressed them gently, spreading them until her tight bud peeked at him, hard and ready for his touch again.

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Silk She moved her hips, grinding her slit against his abs. Her eyes darkened, and her lip twisted as it always did when she was about to talk dirty. His cock stiffened in anticipation against her round little ass, and with a growl, he flipped her, pinning her facedown with those luscious globes in the air, ready to receive him. After the mention of AJ, he was burning to possess her again. Show her exactly who had the privilege of touching her. And with the memory of his secret affair fresh in his mind, the thought of AJ raised a little more than possessiveness, he had to admit. He gripped her hips and dragged her near. She turned her face aside and rasped, “I love you, Jake. Now show me how many times you can make me come on your cock. Give me all nine inches, baby.” And when he guided his engorged staff into her slick cunt, he knew that only he could make her feel this way. That their marriage was sound, and no texts exchanged with AJ would jeopardize it. That her love for Jake was true.

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Jake reached for his cell phone for the fifth time in as many minutes. Dying to call Wynne Marie. Dying to put his fears to rest. Because this morning, he’d found her in their walk-in closet, her face buried in her hands, crying. His hand fell away from his jeans pocket. You’ve got to trust her, Jackson. She’s your wife, and you told her you trusted her. Now, it seemed less about trust and more about taking care of her. If Wynne Marie was unhappy with her new job, she could quit. If she hated her new house, they could move. If that bastard AJ had said something to upset her in his text messages, Jake would fly to Atlanta and personally teach him some manners. With jerky motions, Jake grabbed a handful of nails from his pouch and set them between his teeth. He lifted the hammer, acknowledging how good the weight felt, how the work centered him. It hadn’t been the easiest transition for Wynne Marie, but he adored being married. From the wedding preparations to the day he’d carried her over the threshold, he’d enjoyed each smile, private joke, and look of desire. But suddenly, she was crying and texting her old lover? When she’d told him after a few months of dating that she and AJ had once been a couple, he’d been taken aback. She’d assured him they were just friends and colleagues since the day she’d met Jake, and he believed her. But that didn’t mean he didn’t watch AJ with 16

Em Petrova her. And honestly, the thought of her fucking AJ stirred his blood. Not just made him crazy with jealousy, but sent lust pounding through his veins. He pondered this for a moment. What the hell was he thinking? Jealousy had no place in a marriage. But the thought of seeing her with another man—the way he loved watching her finger herself to the studly guys on porno movies—drove him wild. Was it possible to fuse the two emotions? That the jealousy might subside if he saw her being pleased by AJ? He drove the nail to the head in one hammer blow, squashing his thoughts. Ignoring the sudden throbbing of his cock. Tonight, he’d talk to Wynne Marie. He’d get to the meat of her distress, and if it was AJ, they’d deal with it together. Yeah, just that easily, Jackson? What if she still wants him? Could I walk out of her life if it meant her happiness? The answer was a swift yes. He loved her that much. He’d do anything for her happiness, whether it was Atlanta or Silk…or AJ. He bashed another nail into place. “Well, maybe not AJ,” he muttered around the mouthful of nails. By the time his lunch break rolled around, he’d worried himself into knots. He drove past her office twice and tried to call her but only got her voice mail. When he passed a street of boutiques, the quaint facades caught his eye. On a whim, he parked the truck and went into one. The mood instantly reminded him of Silk. The smell of oils, the flicker of candles dotting every available surface. Sudden inspiration struck him. Wynne Marie missed Silk, so maybe he could bring Silk to her. He heaped his arms with candles of all sizes and dumped them on the counter. Then he turned to the shopkeeper for assistance with a bottle of massage oil. He spent ten minutes sniffing different choices until his nose itched and he could practically taste the oils on his tongue. Finally, he selected a rich vanilla oil in a blue glass bottle. While checking out, he spotted a length of red silk draped over a mirror. “I’ll take that sari too,” he said, and the saleslady slipped it into the bag. Armed with the perfect setup for an at-home spa, he jumped into his truck. Wynne Marie would be home before him, unless he cut out early. Mentally, he ticked through the list of tasks he needed to complete in order to leave work and rush home before she arrived.

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Silk He reached into the bag and stroked the red silk. Yes, she needed to know how much he loved her, how he’d do anything in his power to make her happy. And hopefully, she wasn’t in tears when she stepped into his “spa.”

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“Jake?” Wynne Marie’s voice reached him as he lit the last candle in their bedroom. The light of thirty candles shimmered, and his cock stiffened with anticipation. His imagination leaped to life, the vision of Wynne Marie’s glowing skin looming into his mind. The massage oil was unstoppered, ready to be tipped into his hands and smoothed over her flesh. And the bed was draped in the red sari. The soft patter of her feet neared the door, and he looked up to see his stunning wife, blouse already unbuttoned and hanging open to reveal her lacy bra, strappy heels looped in one finger. She gasped, one hand fluttering to her mouth. Her antique diamond engagement ring glittered in the dim light. Above that, her eyes were green flames. She crossed to him in four long strides, dropped her heels, and threw herself at him. He caught her against his chest with a rumble of laughter, hands going right for his favorite part—her round ass. Her globes filled his hands perfectly, and he squeezed them as he hitched her hips against his. Their mouths collided, hot tongue to tongue. Her arms curled around his neck and drew him down, slanting her mouth over his again and again. “You like it, baby?” Her eyes sparked with tears. “Like it? Jake, it’s the most beautiful, romantic thing anyone’s ever done for me.” A deep possessiveness rocked him, and he triumphed that no one had given her such an experience. Especially AJ. Jake slipped his hands up her spine and drew the cotton blouse off her shoulders. Her mouth was full and ripe, moist from his kisses. And he’d been right about the appearance of her golden skin beneath the candles. He couldn’t wait to strip her bare. He teased the hollow of her belly with his thumbs, circling closer and closer to her nipples. Her breath was a soft rasp in his ears, but suddenly, he realized something was missing. Where was her dirty talk? 18

Em Petrova Dipping his head, he nipped her collarbone and continued to the soft spot behind her ear. “Ready for your massage, Mrs. Jackson?” “Mmm.” She shivered as his breath washed over her ear. “Yes, please. I had a long day.” “Come here.” He gripped her hands and towed her to the bed. Her eyes filled with fresh tears as she gazed at the silk covering. “Where did you get all these things?” “Uptown. Let me help you out of your clothes.” He reached behind her for the zipper on her skirt, capturing her mouth as he did. She tasted sweet and feminine and intoxicating. His cock strained against his zipper, demanding release. She reached for his clothes, but he withdrew with a shake of his head. “This is your night. A tantric massage, followed by mind-blowing sex.” He waited for her sexy comeback, which never came. Realizing she was more off balance than he’d originally thought, he tugged her gently into the wreath of his arms. For a long minute, he simply held her, letting her relax by degrees. Her skin was silken, her sigh sweet against his shoulder. When he thought she was ready, he continued removing her clothes. Her skirt fell in a puddle at her feet, leaving only her bra, panties, and nude hose. Gently, he pressed her down on the bed. He stared at her golden skin and hair silhouetted by the red fabric, and a new spike of desire shot through him. Slow, he reminded himself. Tenderly holding her gaze, he drew her panty hose down her hips, thighs, calves, and off her pointed toes. He kissed his way back up—toe to knee to inner thigh, and finally, he planted a love bite on the swell of her hip. Sucking her delicious skin into his mouth, he met her gaze, and she groaned. But still no dirty talk. Their lovemaking had always included this particular kink, and the sudden absence of it underlined that something was horribly wrong. Her freedom in the bedroom seemed suddenly quashed with her resounding silence, and he wondered what he’d done—if he was touching her right, if she was angry with him or bottling up a worry. He smoothed a thumb over the red mark he’d just created and edged one bra strap off her shoulder. Her breasts shivered as she released a sigh. The mounds were high and full, the nipples hard buds begging for his kiss.

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Silk Ripping off her bra, he captured one hard jewel on his tongue, lapping it until she twisted her hands in his hair and cried out. His rod swelled, as he anticipated her sexy words. But none came. “You like that, baby? I’ll make you come by sucking your nipples?” He rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger as he suckled the other. Sometimes, he worked her up so much that she could come from extended nipple play. Later he’d spend all night pleasuring her. He smoothed a hand down her belly to the thin lace separating him from her juicy snatch. In a swift movement, he peeled away the lace, baring her completely. He sat up and reached for the bottle of oil. Her eyes were blurred with desire, her full lips open. But silent. “On your stomach, Wynnie.” She flashed a smile as she flipped, presenting him with her luscious backside. He groaned at the sight of her curves, cock throbbing with the need to part her ass cheeks and work his way inside her. He’d never suggested anal sex before, and had no idea if she’d be open to it. But damn, her ass drove him wild. He shifted his cock to ease the pressure and filled his palm with a dollop of scented oil. “Smells good,” she said into the red silk. Coating his palms with the oil, he examined her profile. He couldn’t ignore the warning thump of his heart that told him she truly wasn’t okay. Couldn’t ignore the glimmer of pain he’d seen in her gaze. Couldn’t ignore the fact that her phone was in the other room, and there might be a text from AJ. Jake skimmed her shoulders with the oil, moving slowly, easing the tension he felt in her muscles. She moaned softly at the first touch, and as he worked down each knob of her spine, her breathing grew deeper. Her flesh glowed beneath his palms. He massaged her shoulder blades and torso, fingers skimming the outer curves of her breasts. When he reached her lower back, he dipped a finger into the uppermost crease of her buttocks. Dying to slide it down, to feel her intimate spot and know the gripping of muscles he longed to invade. If she wanted it, wouldn’t she ask? Talk dirty? Her lips were closed, her eyelids shuttered. Take a chance, Jackson. She’s your wife. He trailed his thumbs down the seam of her ass, spreading her gently. The first sight of her nether hole made his balls clench hard with need. Wynne Marie groaned.

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Em Petrova The secret scents of her rose up, filling his nose. He slid his fingers along her ass, pressing harder, deeper, until he skimmed her hole. She bucked, back arching, ass thrust into the air. “You want me to touch you, baby? I’m dying to slip a finger inside.” “Uh-huh.” Her face was turned hard into the silk. With a shiver, he circled the ridged rim. A hot knot of want grew in his core. A drop of precum formed on the head of his cock, absorbed immediately by his boxers. His hands shook as he gently eased the tip of one finger through the ring of her anus. “Yes,” she cried, pressing against his finger. He plunged it in and out, gliding deeper with each thrust. The walls of her body clamped around his finger. All too well, he could imagine the grip she’d have on his cock. “Take my finger.” He drove it to the web, and she gasped in pleasure. Losing all control, he fucked it wildly, adding a second finger, gaze locked to the place where they disappeared into her body. Her pussy glistened with wetness. With the other hand, he gathered her cream and spread it over her labia. “Oh, God, Jake, I’m going to come!” She stiffened, and then he felt the heavy pulsations of her anal orgasm around his fingers. Juices flooded from her pussy, and her scream of ecstasy shattered the silence. His pulse thundered in his ears, and his cock burned for release. But not yet. He’d only begun. She writhed as the last contractions ebbed away. Gently, he eased out his fingers, gripped her hips, and guided her onto her back. Strands of hair fell across her eye and caught on her lip. With a smile, he brushed the lock away, leaning in to claim her mouth. “That was so fucking sexy, baby. You can’t imagine how long I’ve wanted to do that.” “Why didn’t you say?” “You’re the one with the dirty little mouth.” His gaze locked on her lips, waiting for that twist that preceded her smutty words, but her mouth was still. He went to the bathroom and gave his hands a cursory wash before returning. Heart pounding a little with fear now, he reached for the bottle of oil again. He greased his palms and hovered over her, hands poised. “Where do you want me to begin?” Something flickered in her eyes. “In a real massage, you begin at the head and work your way down.” 21

Silk He climbed off the bed, standing at the side. His clothes felt horribly hot and confining. If he didn’t unleash his shaft soon, he’d rip out his jeans. Using the tips of his fingers, he outlined her brow bones and rubbed at the crease on her forehead, trying to erase the tension, trying to erase whatever was on her mind that sealed her lips and kept her from giving her entire soul to him. His fingers trailed down her delicate jaw to her throat. He smoothed the oil over each cord, to her collarbones. She relaxed visibly, sinking into the bed, limbs loose. His massage continued to shoulders, then breasts. Her nipples bunched up tight as he circled the mounds, but he avoided touching them, dying for her to ask for it. Her pillow talk had always been part of their lovemaking, and he missed it now. Craved it. As he brushed the outer edges of her areolae, she whimpered. He skimmed down to her ribs, following the line of each before tracing a path to her navel. He oiled it until it gleamed. Feeling her eyes on him, he looked up into her heated gaze. A shock of love ran through him, dislodging most of his restraint. “Jake…” He gave her a smile and continued to move toward her feet, stroking, rubbing out the kinked muscles. When he reached her toes, he took hold of the edge of the sari. “Lift your hips.” She did, and he removed it from under her, tugging until the fabric came free. She lay shimmering in the candlelight, her stare trained on him as he shook out the folds. Without a word, he set the silk billowing over her, covering her from head to foot. Then with the cloth as a shield between his hands and her skin, he began to stroke her. Slender limbs, taut stomach, the column of her throat, the arch of her foot. When he touched the swollen peaks of her breasts, she gasped. The sari fluttered with her breath, and he grinned, imagining the unbelievable erotic feelings she must be experiencing, hidden from sight of his hands, anticipating his next move. The pads of his thumbs circled each nub, tweaking them until she cried out. Abruptly, he abandoned them, moving at once to trace the V of her mound. Through the fabric, he found her love pearl. The wetness seeped through the fibers as he circled it. Her hips rose off the bed, grinding her pussy against his hand. Without warning, he pressed his finger into her love hole. The cloth offered some resistance, and she exclaimed at the new sensation. 22

Em Petrova Her warmth enveloped his finger. Deeper he forced his way in, pulsing until she bucked. Through the cloth, her voice was muffled. “Jake!” A rumble of laughter broke from him. “What do you want, Wynnie? Tell me.” She fell still. A heartbeat stretched between them, and fear struck him again. In a sudden flurry, she tore the silk away, surging upward and capturing him. Her arms locked around his neck, and they fell to the bed. She clamped her heels behind his back, rocking her soaking snatch against the front of his jeans. The searing heat joined with his, and with a growl, he tore off his clothes and fell atop her. She was wild beneath him, mouth scalding, tongue thrusting. As her hands wrapped around his erection, he ground his molars against the need to blow. All at once, she was in the driver’s seat. Jake was thrown onto his back, with her straddling his hips. His hands were placed over her tits, and in one swift jerk, they were joined. Blissful warmth enveloped him. He squeezed his eyes shut and allowed himself to only feel. Her hips rose and fell under his hands, her satiny walls gripping, releasing. Driving his engorged head against her womb, over and over. With a groan of ecstasy, he exploded. Stars burst behind his eyelids as spurts of hot cum filled her, sending her over the edge. She fucked him harder, splintering around his cock. Love cream flooded over him, mingling with his juices. They rode the wave of release together, locked in each other’s embrace. When the pulsations slowed, he entwined his hands with hers. “I love you, baby.” “I love you too,” she choked, tucking her head beneath his chin. For a long minute, he listened to his heart slow and her breathing grow even. “How did you like your Tao massage?” “Oh, my God.” He laughed. “Then it was good? I should do it again?” “I’d say it’s a calling. You were awesome.” Her gaze was warm with love. “I had more planned, but I couldn’t hold out. I had to touch you.” She planted a kiss on his lips. “More like I couldn’t hold out.” He stroked her hips. “That was the perfect move.”

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Silk She rolled off and lay beside him, eyes closed, replete. He watched her face as she sank into a light slumber, thinking he couldn’t love her more. Suddenly, in the other room, her phone beeped. His fists clenched, muscles bunched. Adrenaline filled his veins, setting his heart thumping again. Wynne Marie didn’t stir. In an instant, he’d edged off the bed, striding for the phone. He located it on the kitchen counter. Scooped it up. Read the screen. “Want 2 join me 4 a shower?” Jake’s teeth gnashed. That fucker. AJ. Hands shaking, he punched a reply. “Sure.” “U got me hot 2day. What’s a guy 2 do?” “Oh, God.” Jake’s throat closed around the words. What the hell was he going to do? Apparently, this connection between AJ and his wife was far from friendship. She’d gotten him hot? A spear of arousal sliced through his balls, sending his rod dancing against his abs. Visions of AJ’s broad chest hovering over Wynne Marie’s nude form flipped through his mind. And images of his mouth on her breast. Her eyes pinched shut as his cock slid in and out. Jake flipped the phone facedown and pressed his back against the counter. What the fuck was wrong with him? This was his wife he was thinking about. He was getting turned on at the thought of her fucking another guy? Maybe not just any guy. Maybe only AJ. The moment the thought surfaced in his mind, he beat it back. He’d never talked to his wife about his sexual explorations. And while he’d thought that era of his life had ended, apparently it had only lain dormant for years. A time when he’d thoroughly enjoyed another man’s body. When he’d let his heart go a little too much. AJ was undeniably a beautiful man—a rough, powerful type that stirred Jake’s blood. He shook his head to throw off the images circulating through his mind. His foray into the world of sex with a man was years ago, and that guy hadn’t been interested in banging his wife. Surely he shouldn’t feel attraction toward AJ for that reason. Scrubbing his hands through his hair, he thought furiously. What are you going to do, Jackson? He’s after her, and she’s returning his attentions. She was horribly unhappy, and this was why. Not only did she miss the spa, but she missed AJ’s love. 24

Em Petrova With a low groan, he snatched up the phone again and glared at the screen. Earlier today, he thought he would do anything for her happiness. How far was too far? “M dying to slip a fngr in u n taste it.” Jake brought his fingers to his nose, deeply inhaling the scents of Wynne Marie’s pleasure. She told him she hadn’t slept with AJ since she’d met him. Strictly business and friendship. The only business these texts suggested was the business of fucking his wife. Again, his imagination ran, envisioning AJ’s thick cock poised at Wynne Marie’s lips or her cheeks hollowed as she sucked his shaft. White heat ripped through Jake. He gripped his aching shaft and squeezed the head, trying to force back these unwanted sensations. A drop of precum trickled onto his hand. Wouldn’t watching her be pleasured by another man be like watching porn, but with stronger emotions involved? He’d spent time with AJ and liked his personality, even if he’d been leery of his intentions at the time. AJ had been reserved whenever Jake was around, and rarely met his eyes, though Jake had felt him sizing him up on more than one occasion. He’d never witnessed anything untoward between AJ and Wynne Marie, but that was then. Now, AJ obviously had designs on Wynne Marie. And it fucking turned him on like never before. What are you thinking? She’s your wife. The other deeper, quieter part of his brain whispered in his other ear. And AJ wants to fuck her. Don’t pretend you wouldn’t like to see another man’s body at work again, even if it’s with your wife. Wasn’t his wife an extension of him? Silently, he replaced the phone and walked purposefully toward the bedroom. A plan—bigger and better and hotter than tonight’s— spun its web in his brain. So, she wanted both her frosting and her cake? If this was the case, he was willing to accommodate her. Because he was dying to see her spread out with AJ balls-deep inside her. That voice in his mind continued to plague him. If he couldn’t ask her to allow him to finger her anus, how could he broach this topic? A subject so huge, it might mean the end of their marriage. Yet the thought had taken root in his mind, mingling with Wynne Marie’s obvious desire to have AJ in her bed again. The two ideas were rapidly fusing. She wants him. I want a little more. Let’s see how this plays out.

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Silk “Wynnie.” He shook her, and she roused at once, confusion creasing her beautiful face. “Whassamatter?” She sat up, bare knees tucked against her breasts. “I think it’s time you come clean with me about these texts between you and AJ.” He watched her face transform to a mask of fear. “And it’s time that you invited me to play.”

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Wynne Marie’s throat closed off, and a wave of dizziness struck her hard, threatening to wash her feet out from under her. Suddenly, she was standing in a rubber boat wearing stilettos. She held her eyes wide, afraid if she didn’t, the tears clinging to her eyelids would fall. And the last thing she wanted at that moment was to cry. It was Jake who was hurting. She shouldn’t be the one to cry. Her heart drummed heavily in time to her chant. It’s over. He’ll leave me. It’s over. He’ll leave me. She found her voice, dragged it from the pit of her stomach. It was small and quiet and wobblier than her knees. Good thing she was sitting. “Wh-what do you mean?” His legs were braced wide, fists clenched, cock erect. “Tell me about AJ.” She dropped her eyes from his hot gaze, wondering how the hell she was going to explain something she didn’t understand herself.

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Silk First thing this morning, when she’d received AJ’s text, “I miss u,” her emotions had flooded her. For a maddening moment, she was back at Silk, infatuated with AJ as her lover, in a time before she knew Jake existed. And God, flirting with him via text was like slipping into a fuzzy robe. So natural. So right. Somehow their longtime friendship had delivered that spark between her and AJ, and now it was too late to do anything about it. Wasn’t it? She didn’t want to lift her gaze and find Jake’s hurt stare. Her tears trickled over, coursing down her cheeks. “I-I’m sorry.” He made a sharp movement, and her head jerked up, expecting to see him whirling toward the closet, hurling a suitcase to the floor, and shoving clothes into it. But he sank slowly to the bed. “Wynnie, you’ve got to talk to me. Making love to you a little bit ago was amazing, but only a moron wouldn’t realize something was eating at you.” She gulped back the sob that threatened to erupt. She loved Jake, had loved him forever. But only recently had she found she was in love with AJ too. Separation had transformed it into a blinking light in her heart, and nothing could turn it off. Even after they stopped sleeping together, they had always been close. Better than friends. And that special electricity brought about via text messaging sent the fires of need blazing in her veins again. But she had no idea what AJ’s feelings were. When they dated, he’d shown no interest in moving their emotional relationship beyond the bedroom. Was that still the case? She twisted her hands together and bowed her head to her knees. Jake’s level gaze scalded her, and his soft voice cut her more deeply than his bellow would have. In fact, he should be raging at her. Didn’t he care enough to rage at her? And then she remembered his words. It’s time you invited me to play. She gasped. “Jake. What did you mean by what you said?” His fingers closed around her upper arm. “I meant that AJ’s causing all your tears. And I’m going to cause your happiness. If you feel like you need him in your life, I’d like to accommodate you.” Her mouth worked around the lump of words. She wanted to ask him what the hell he was talking about. She wanted to ask him what he’d been drinking. She wanted to ask if he could still love her if she spent time with her old lover. A gentle smile spread over his rugged features, cutting a bracket around the corner of his mouth. He drew her against his chest. The 28

Em Petrova dam holding back her sobs crumbled, and she broke into noisy tears. His rough fingers stroked her hair, and his skin felt warm and comforting. “I…don’t know…what…you mean,” she said between hitching breaths. “Let me say it plainly. I love you more than my life, Wynne Marie, and I want your happiness. If being without AJ makes you unhappy, then I give him to you. Call him and invite him to stay for a week.” “But…Jake. I want”—she turned her mouth against his hard pec—”to make love to him.” “I know.” A shock rippled through her. Jake squeezed her nape tenderly. “I read the texts. I know what you want from AJ. And I want you to have it.” She lifted her face, searching his for signs of anger or pain. He had to be feeling something! “You want me to sleep with my ex?” Her mind reeled at these revelations. He’ll let me sleep with AJ, and he wants to participate? What did that mean? Before she could open her mouth to ask, he spoke. “Let’s not call him your ex. Let’s call him your other lover. And yes, Wynnie, I do.” He laid her down on the bed and stretched atop her, flesh to flesh. His arousal stirred against her sex. “It fucking turns me on like you can’t believe,” he growled and claimed her mouth. His tongue was hot, demanding, nearly violent in its thrusts. His cock swelled against her belly, sending a bolt of desire straight to her pussy. He trapped her hair in his hands, holding her prisoner. Power radiated from him, and fire such as she’d never known for Jake flared inside her. “Fuck me. God, I can’t wait. Drive your cock into me,” she cried, rocking her hips into him. An elated grin broke over his face, and her heart welled with love. “I love you, Jake. Love you.” She sucked in a breath as his rod buried deep inside her. He gripped her calves, pressing them over her head so he could sink further. She closed her eyes as he pummeled her, listening to his harsh breathing and the slap of their bodies. She imagined fucking AJ like this in front of Jake. Hard bodies on either side of her, sucking her nipples, stroking her clit, taking turns fucking her. The heat ruptured, shooting her over the cliff of bliss. She cried out as her pussy clamped hard around him. With a guttural groan, he stiffened and spilled his seed. She tumbled through the warm waters 29

Silk of her release, wrapped in his secure embrace. Knowing completion unlike any before. Stunned that his love knew no bounds. And amazed by this new twist in his lovemaking. Jake collapsed onto his elbows, hovering over her. His lips found hers, and they shared a soft, seeking kiss. When he broke away, he rubbed his nose over hers. His eyes were bright with passion. “I love you, Wynnie. What do you think of my suggestion?” She squeezed him tight. “I think you’re the most amazing husband a woman could ever ask for. But I’m nervous. I don’t want AJ to come between us.” He shook his head. “He won’t. Our love is powerful. All that’s important is your happiness. Call him. Tell him to come. That I know what’s been going on, and I’m okay with it. And Wynnie…” He swallowed hard. “I meant it about wanting to play too. There’s something I have to tell you.” Locking gazes with him, she waited, having no idea what might be coming, but her heart thundering out of control. “Years ago, in trade school, I had an affair with one of my instructors. A man.” Shock flitted through her. Jake? With another guy? She couldn’t see it. And then suddenly, she could. His strong arms locked around another man. Hard jaws working as they kissed. A surge of need sidled between her legs. Oh, my God. He doesn’t want to just watch me with AJ. He wants to be part of it. To share me with another man and touch him too. Excitement and raw love rushed through her core. “I can’t believe what I’m hearing. Jake, that is such an incredible turn-on. I’ve never thought of you this way, and hearing it now… Baby, I want you present for everything.” “Oh, believe me. I don’t intend to be left out.” He dropped a kiss to the bridge of her nose. Wynne Marie rested her head on Jake’s muscular chest. His hot gaze traveled over her face, making her feel beautiful and very loved. He brushed a lock of hair off her forehead, tracing a path behind her ear and raising a shiver in her. Suddenly, she felt shy with him. Shy about the subjects they’d touched on but hadn’t discussed in depth. She felt like Alice in Wonderland, thrown down a rabbit hole and popping her head up in a new world—a world she couldn’t quite wrap her head around. “What—” She stopped, struggling to put her emotions into words.

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Em Petrova He smiled softly. “What do you want to know? You can ask me anything.” Relief washed through her. Of course he would anticipate that she’d worry about asking the wrong question when it came to such a sensitive topic. “You really are the most amazing husband, Jake. Thank you.” His smile widened. “I only want to make you happy.” She shifted a little to get more comfortable on his hard thighs. “That’s what I want to talk about. The question of AJ and the things you told me about your desires.” A shadow moved in the depths of his eyes, and his fingers stalled their movement in her hair. Her heart melted into a puddle of tenderness. She captured his hand and brought it to her lips, kissing the rough knuckles. “You know you don’t have to be afraid to talk to me about it, Jake. We’re in this for the long haul—the marriage, I mean—and the sooner we come to terms with unveiling our secret needs, the stronger our relationship will be.” He kissed her hands as she’d kissed his, lingering on her wedding ring. “What do you want to know?” “Well, this guy you had a relationship with…how strong were your feelings for him?” His lips pursed in thought. “I cared for him a lot.” “Would you have continued with the relationship if he hadn’t broken it off?” “I’m not sure. I loved being with a man.” His eyes flashed with pent-up passion. “And I’d love to try it again. Of course my relationship with you comes first. But what if there was a bigger world than just man and wife?” At his words and the excited glow in his eyes, a tingle of heat ran straight to her sex. “You believe there’s room in a marriage for another person?” He nodded slowly. “I do if none of us became so engrossed in one party that the other would be hurt. After all, Wynnie, you basically are telling me you’re in love with two men—is that right?” She gulped. Let her eyes slide away. His fingers hooked beneath her chin, and he gently urged her to look at him. “Baby, I’m not angry with you. You didn’t plan this. It just happened. Your feelings for AJ were obviously unresolved.”

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Silk Tears swam in her vision. “It’s true. When he and I were dating, I thought there could be more between us, but he wasn’t willing to commit. He wanted to play, and while we had great sex, I wanted more. Something like I have with you. I didn’t realize how I felt about him until after we were married. I tried to squash the feelings, but—” “You don’t have to. That’s what I’m saying. If AJ is willing, I’d like to give it a try. I want your happiness, and I’d like to enjoy another man again if he is willing, but only with you watching. Do you think he would go for that?” “There’s only one way to find out, and that is to ask.” Resolve coursed through her. Now if only she could find enough courage to act on it.

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Wynne Marie threw a look at Jake over her shoulder. “Are you going to watch me do this?” He bit off a hunk of pizza and chewed around his smile. “Mmmhmm.” She pushed him in the chest. “Oh, no, you’re not. This is the most nerve-racking thing I’ve ever done, Jake, and I can’t do it with an audience.” “More nerve-racking than saying yes to my proposal?” She nodded, ponytail bobbing. “Definitely. That was as easy as breathing. I was meant to be your wife.” “You sure were,” he said, nuzzling her neck. He planted a greasy kiss to her lips and then straightened. “I’ll be in the living room. Take your time.” She watched him walk away, eyes lingering on his carved buttocks and the rippling muscles of his back. Damn, his hot body fired her blood. But so did his suggestion of inviting AJ. No woman could be so lucky! For a moment, she caressed the keypad of her phone, thinking of the heated things she could say to AJ, hints she could drop. Hints that would alert him to the fact that her husband wanted him to fuck her. And apparently, he wanted to fuck him too. Her pussy throbbed, releasing a new trickle of cream. If Jake was as turned on by the idea as she thought, they’d be in for one wild night. Well, hopefully not only one night.

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Em Petrova Before she could lose her nerve, she pressed AJ’s cell number. In a heartbeat, his deep voice rumbled into her ear, raising every hair on her body. “Hey, baby. Are you wearing your tube socks?” Her voice came as a breathless squeak. “AJ.” “What’s up? You okay?” She could nearly see his boyish smile falling away, replaced with a crinkle of concern between his brown eyebrows. “Yes. AJ, you’ve got to listen, but don’t say anything yet.” A beat of silence, and then he said, “Wynnie, if you’re in trouble, I’m here.” “Just listen.” She drew a deep, quaking breath, and in a rush, related the story of Jake finding the texts, and how he’d demanded she come clean. “You can come home, Wynnie. Come back to me. Baby, it’s been torture without you. No longer seeing your beautiful face, hearing your voice, knowing you’re right there for me when I need you.” “AJ, that’s what I’m trying to tell you. We don’t have to pretend anymore. But Jake wants to be included.” Dead silence met her ears. Their phone connection hummed. “What?” “He’s asked me to invite you to stay with us. I guess…he wants to share me with you.” And with him. But she didn’t add that. A low moan sounded. “Are you serious?” “Yes. What do you think?” “That’s so fucking kinky. Wynnie, how do you feel about it?” A flush spread over her body, and her panties grew wetter at the idea of being sandwiched between so much testosterone. “I want to try it. But not only for the sex, AJ. Because I really miss you, and I need you in my life. Jake understands this, and he wants my happiness. He truly does.” Fresh tears sparked in her eyes. Jake was a spectacular husband whatever angle she looked at it. “Babe, I’m so turned on now, thinking of getting you under me again. And if your man wants to watch, good for him. Maybe he can learn a trick or two.” She could rectify his mistake in thinking Jake only wanted to watch, but she didn’t want to scare him off. While she didn’t want to spring it on him when—or if—he came to stay, she also didn’t want to bring it up on the first pass. Over time, she hoped to ease him into the idea. 33

Silk Butterflies of excitement settled in her stomach. “Really? “Yes. I’m dialing the airline ticket counter right now. I’ll text you the information.” “And you’ll text a little something more? To keep me hot?” she purred into the phone. “Oh, yeah, you know it. And Wynne Marie, you’d better break out those tube socks. Because that’s the first thing I want to see and the last thing I want to peel off you.” He hung up, and she lay her phone facedown on the counter. She pressed her palms to her hot cheeks and blinked in a stunned fashion at her cell. Her pussy pulsed. “Jake,” she called. He appeared in the doorway instantly, completely in the buff, his thick cock already erect. “I need you. Take me to bed.” In three strides, he yanked her off her feet. His lips floated a hairbreadth from hers. “It’s a yes?” “Yes,” she rasped. “Now hurry up and give me your cock, Jake. Before you have to wait your turn.”

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“Does this outfit look all right?” Wynne Marie spun for Jake’s scrutiny. Her short skirt, knee-high boots, and cashmere sweater might not be the right choice of wardrobe to meet AJ at the airport. The only things that felt right were her tube socks beneath the buttery leather boots. If either man unzipped them, they’d discover their favorite turn-ons. She hoped both men would be unzipping them. Her phone beeped, and she snatched it from her pocket like a gunslinger pulls a pistol. She read the text to the sound of Jake’s laughter. “Is ur pussy hot?” She moaned, and a flood of juices trickled down her bare thighs. Knowing they were mere hours from seeing AJ, she left the panties out of her outfit selection. Jake appeared over her shoulder, reading the text. For two weeks, he’d read every message she and AJ sent each other. If she received them at work, he read them when she got home. Their sex life had never been so wild. A few hot words from AJ got Jake more worked up than she ever could on her own. Now, he’d been conditioned to get a hard-on at the sound of an incoming text. His cock pushed against the seam of her buttocks, and she reached behind her and stroked it through his jeans. The weeks leading up to AJ’s arrival had been a blur of sexual fulfillment. She was once again 34

Em Petrova happy in their relationship, and they role-played constantly, pretending that AJ was fucking her. She hoped it helped Jake deal with his emotions. She didn’t want him hurt, and she could only imagine their first lovemaking session would be a shock to all parties. “What do you want me to text him in response, Jake?” “Let me feel your pussy, and I’ll give him an answer.” His arm snaked around her, hitching her skirt up her thighs. Gently, he sank two fingers into her pussy, moaning at the wetness he found. With a snarl of need, he whirled her into his arms, plunging his fingers deep into her love cavern. She sagged in his hold, clinging to the phone, nipples bunched tight beneath her sweater, grinding her pussy into Jake’s hand. “What…should I…tell him?” He withdrew his fingers and brought them to his lips. He stuck both into his mouth and sucked, eyes slipping shut at her flavor. “Tell him that I checked. And it’s fucking delicious.” A shiver rippled her skin, and she leaned into him, grabbed his hand, and placed it on her freshly shaved mound. Not a single golden hair graced it, and Jake had done some manscaping too, in preparation for AJ. She still didn’t know if her two men would touch each other, but she fucking hoped so. Damn, she couldn’t wait to see. As Jake’s fingers probed her swollen clit again, she gasped, thumbs flying over the keys. “J says m delicious.” AJ’s response was swift. “Tell him 2 fngr u.” Heat spiked through her core, and her heart sped up. Jake nuzzled her throat, reading the screen as she held it out for him. His teeth sank into her sensitive skin, and his chest vibrated against her back. “Mmm. God, Wynnie, we’re never going to get out of this house if we keep this up.” “We can’t stop,” she cried, squeezing his ass hard, begging with her eyes. She knew the instant she saw AJ, she’d be creaming down her thighs. She couldn’t afford to go to the airport hornier than she needed to be. The phone beeped. “Taste her 4 me.” “Oh, my God.” With a flashing grin, Jake cupped her ass and tipped her onto the kitchen counter. She gripped the phone in her palm, ready to post every move to AJ. Her biggest erogenous zone—her mind—whirred with sensation and emotion of this strange way of making love. And

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Jake rested a palm on Wynne Marie’s spine. Her knee bounced, and she constantly glanced at the escalators, where AJ would appear when his plane landed. “Why did his flight have to be delayed?” she asked for the second time. He kissed the crest of her cheek. The scent of her sweet cream still lingered in his nostrils, and his cock stirred. Soon he’d have her in bed. Soon he’d see her fulfilling her fantasies. Soon he’d see just how far his heart was willing to go. He could take a guess about his own heart, but AJ’s was an unknown. “Patience, my lovely wife. We promise to make you come until you can’t take any more.” She giggled. Her hand snaked around his neck, and she drew him down for a kiss. Her tongue met his in a soft, slow kiss. When they pulled apart, he caught movement out of the corner of his eye. AJ cleared his throat. 37

Silk With a squeal, Wynne Marie tore from Jake’s arms and spun into AJ’s. Jake stood back, watching his wife, attuned to her every reaction. And feeling a few of his own. AJ’s strong body stirred a long lost need in him. Knowing his wife would be fulfilled canceled out any jealous emotions he might have originally felt. Over the past days and through their maniacal textathons, Jake had grown to believe the three of them could make this work. Three people in a caring, loving relationship—a relationship that transcended conventional thoughts on marriage, yet something that could mean true happiness. Wynne Marie’s lover stood half an inch shorter than Jake, with wavy brown hair that skimmed the collar of his leather jacket. His features were chiseled, godlike. Jake’s gaze wandered over his angular jaw, to his hard mouth, which was lowering to his wife’s. His hands splayed over her lower back, hitching her close as he claimed her lips. She melted against him, eyes fluttering shut, arms spiraling around his neck. He held the kiss, unmoving. Jake’s heart turned over at the sight and formed an instant camaraderie with this man, who obviously loved his wife as much as he did. Her knees sagged, and he lashed her to him. Jake’s hands itched to grasp her too, to suspend her between them and let her feel his presence. Her mouth opened beneath AJ’s, and with a low sound of pleasure, he tasted her. The flash of her pink tongue made Jake’s balls clench up tight with need. For a throbbing minute he looked on, and when he thought he’d come in his Calvin Klein boxers, he made a noise. AJ stopped kissing her, and her lower lip caught on his, dragging softly. She opened her eyes, and they shared an elated smile. Then she stepped out of his arms and reached for Jake’s hand, drawing him into their circle. AJ stiffened as they came face-to-face. A beat of tension swelled between them. AJ’s gaze fell to Jake’s crotch and then flashed back up, a flush darkening his face. Wynne Marie’s gaze shot from one to the other, and she gripped each of their hands. “Jake and I are happy to have you here, AJ. I missed you so much.” His warm brown gaze met Jake’s over her head, and a pail of cold water washed over Jake. His jaw clamped against the urge to comment on the challenge he saw there. But not now. He didn’t want to mar the memory of Wynne Marie’s reunion. “Welcome, AJ.” He stretched a hand, and AJ shook it, hand grasping hard, showing his worth. 38

Em Petrova We’ll see if he can prove himself. “Thanks. I appreciate the invite. It’s been an interesting few days.” He gripped Wynne Marie’s waist and swayed her to him again. Their mouths collided, and all at once, the temperature seemed to rise a few degrees. Jake zeroed in on the brush of her breasts against AJ’s sculpted chest, imagining them bare together. The thought of her screwing another man still fucking turned him on like nothing else, but if AJ planned to get possessive and monopolize her, Jake would have to put him in his place. Jake released her hand and let his fingers glide along the tender spot above her hip bone. His fingertips brushed AJ’s, and a spike of heat hammered him. AJ jerked. Stopped kissing her. He and Jake stared at each other, taking measure. Jake’s rod stiffened; he was more aware of this guy like he’d never been before. Maybe once they were alone with Wynne Marie, the tension would ease. Again, AJ’s eyes scanned his body, as if sizing him up. “You have luggage, man?” he asked, and AJ shook his head, toeing the leather carry-on he’d dropped when he approached. Wynne Marie beamed, and Jake turned all his attention to her. God, that flush on her face and the spark in her eyes were gift enough for him. She went on tiptoe and hugged them both, kissing Jake soundly. “I love you, Jake. Thank you so much.” Something dark moved in the depths of AJ’s eyes, but the rest of his face was a smooth mask. Dammit. This transition is going to be harder than I hoped. Jake caught Wynne Marie’s hand while AJ picked up his bag and followed them out into the brisk afternoon. In the car, Wynne Marie twisted around in her seat, talking animatedly to AJ. Jake listened to her chirping voice and let her excitement infect him once more. He reminded himself that he liked AJ, that before their wedding, the two of them had never had a problem. But adding him to their bed wasn’t going to be so easy. Like adding a square peg to a round hole. Jake hoped that he and Wynne Marie could sand away his rough edges and help him fit into their relationship. She needed it, and now, if Jake was honest, he needed it too. The idea of AJ walking out, of not getting Wynne Marie between them, left him with a hollow feeling. After all the banter between them via text messages, Jake thought AJ might be more open to the idea of them forming a deeper relation39

Silk ship than just sex. One such text floated in Jake’s mind. “We’ll drive her so crazy, she’ll beg for us to be her playthings forever.” Did he mean those words? He reached across the console and placed a hand on her thigh. She flashed him a grin. In the rearview mirror, he met AJ’s solemn gaze. “What do you two say to a round of drinks? I could use a shot or two, to be honest,” he said. In the mirror, AJ’s mouth quirked at one corner. “That’s a great idea, Jake. Why don’t we go home first, and we’ll walk down to the Oak Barrel?” “Sure. That okay with you, AJ?” Without the barrier of cyberspace and the text messages, they were strangers. Come on, man. I’m trying here. Their eyes locked in the mirror, and need burrowed through Jake’s veins, setting him aflame. Jake had spent the last couple of weeks blistered by the thoughts of this man fucking Wynne Marie. And of fucking him too. That brushing of their fingertips was only the beginning, he hoped. AJ’s deep voice washed over him, raising the hair on his arms. “I could use a drink.” “Great.” Jake could barely keep the excited waver from his tone. Wynne Marie’s fingers threaded with his, and they smiled into each other’s eyes. It’s beginning. It’s really beginning. When he caught AJ’s stern reflection, his heart plummeted into his gut. And it might be the end. But either way, Jake felt more alive than he’d felt in a very long time. And judging from the look in Wynne Marie’s eyes, she did too. At the bar, the three of them took a table in the rear, away from the public eye. If things heated up, they’d be home in a short walk. In the meantime, Jake was dying to sink his fingers into Wynne Marie’s wet snatch. Apparently, AJ felt the same. His palm caressed her tight ass as she slid into the corner booth. Jake closed in on her other side, sandwiching her in the middle. His cock throbbed inside his jeans, demanding escape. To get her naked between them would be the ultimate of sinful pleasures, and one he couldn’t wait for. But first, he had to let AJ get comfortable. AJ leaned over and whispered into Wynne Marie’s ear. She cupped his jaw and skimmed it with her lips. His arm slipped around her shoulders, tugging her against him. She snuggled into the crease 40

Em Petrova of his arm and smiled into his eyes as they talked about Silk and some of the clients. She sighed. “I miss it so much. I’m not sure I’m cut out for this new job. I miss working with my hands.” “I’ll put you to work tonight,” he whispered gruffly. His gaze flicked to Jake’s. Electricity shot through Jake’s core. Wynne Marie’s hand caressed the long muscle of Jake’s thigh. “That’s what we’re hoping for, right, Jake?” He couldn’t resist the sweet temptation of her mouth. He lowered his head and claimed it. She melted beneath his touch, lips parting for his tongue. Visions of the three of them sharing a deep French kiss ran through his head as his tongue swirled with hers. She wriggled, and he knew a fire was smoldering under her skirt. He clamped a hand on her warm thigh, probing upward. Small moans escaped her. When they parted, AJ was staring at them with that deadpan expression again. His golden-brown eyes blank, lips folded into a straight line. Jake nudged his drink toward him. “Here. I think some of us need to loosen up.” Jake’s eyes locked on AJ’s strong wrist as he lifted the glass and drank off the shot without a shudder. The dark hairs springing from the cuff of his sleeve did things to Jake’s insides. He was dying to see that hand working between Wynne Marie’s legs, circling her swollen love nub. She sipped her margarita. Jake let the whiskey roll through his mouth, filling his brain with the spicy aroma and his body with the exact amount of heat he needed to bring this evening to a happy close. He knew without the liquor his wife was wet and ready. AJ was another story. His gears might need greasing. “What do you like to do for fun, AJ? You a sports fan?” “Sure. I get into sports.” “Play any?” “I belong to a club where a few guys get together and shoot hoops or play handball. But since Wynnie left the area, I haven’t gone out much.” She set down her drink and clasped a hand over his. “You’re here with me now.” They exchanged a smoldering look. He brushed her delicate jaw with the backs of his knuckles. Her nipples pushed against her top, setting Jake ablaze. He reached for one, pinching it between his fin41

Silk gers. She moaned, and her head fell back. AJ swooped in and kissed her. Jake watched his mouth work over his wife’s, the flip of their tongues sending waves of pleasure through him. When he spotted AJ’s tongue bulge against her cheek, his cock grew so stiff, he had to reach down and pinch it hard to ease it. “Have we had enough to drink?” he asked, and AJ abruptly broke off the kiss. He waved at the waitress for one more. Wynne Marie gave Jake a shrug and continued to sip her fruity beverage. Jake finished his first, but honestly, he was ready to get home and get her into bed. Get them into bed. Now that he saw AJ and Wynne Marie together, he had no problem at all with jealousy. He only wanted AJ’s mouth buried between her thighs. His fingers buried in her creamy hole. And his cock buried balls-deep. When Jake had her alone, they had role-played extensively, and her dirty words washed through his memory. “After he fucks me, I want you to go down on me and lap up all his cum.” With Wynne Marie guiding them, he knew the evening was bound to be extraordinary. God, his cock was going to blow just thinking of it. If he didn’t get relief soon, he’d come before they even started. He placed a soft kiss on Wynne Marie’s throat, below her ear. “I’m going to the restroom. I’ll be right back.” “Mmm. Okay, babe. AJ will keep me cozy.” Jake sent AJ an appraising look. “I hope so.” As he practically ran to the men’s room, he thought of returning to see AJ finger-fucking her under the table, the scent of her sweet cunt in the air. He hit the bathroom stall and locked the door, leaned against, it and fumbled with his zipper. His thick length slid into his hand, throbbing, the head purple and engorged. Ready to soak itself in his wife for a good long while. And maybe AJ. The first stroke threatened to send him over the edge, and he bit off a grumble of joy. He rolled the head through his fingers, smearing the precum over the tip, imagining Wynne Marie and AJ sharing his cock between their mouths. He gripped the root and stroked it harder, feeling the heat boil up in him swiftly. Images flashed through his head. AJ on his knees behind her, cock poised at her anus while she fucked Jake. Cocks slipping against each other through the thin barrier of her body. 42

Em Petrova White heat shot through him, and he exploded. Cum fell in wet dollops to the toilet and floor. The cords in his neck strained with the need to yell, but he checked it, rubbing his shaft until the last spurts died away. Breathing heavily, he cleaned up the area and tucked his rod back into his pants. His release did little for him—he still pulsed with need. His veins hummed with it. But maybe he’d get through their lovemaking session without premature ejaculation. When he approached the booth, he stopped dead. AJ’s tongue was deep in his wife’s mouth, and a peek under the table revealed his fingers in her sopping pussy. She moaned and writhed in his hold. “Come on,” Jake said softly. “It’s time to move this party.” AJ jerked, and Wynne Marie’s gaze met Jake’s, blurred with desire. AJ assisted her to her feet, and Jake slid an arm around her. Together, they left the bar. The late-afternoon sun was warm on Jake’s shoulders as they walked home. The few blocks to their house seemed like a mile. Wynne Marie walked between them, shoulders brushing one, then the other. The slippery sway of her hips drove him mad, and AJ’s fleeting caress of her round buttocks threatened to send him over the edge again. Once inside the house, Jake circled through the rooms, switching on lights. The bedroom was all set up for AJ’s arrival, red silk spread over the coverlet, fire blazing. Candles ready to be lit. Judging by the look in Wynne Marie’s eyes, they wouldn’t need more heat up here. When Jake went back downstairs, AJ had Wynne Marie against the kitchen wall, dry-humping her. The muscles on his back bulged beneath his shirt as he suspended her. Her mouth was open with a gasp, and he plunged his tongue deep. All of a sudden, Jake felt like the true third wheel. He and Wynne Marie had gone over this in their own imaginations, but now that AJ was here, Jake felt a little ruffled. As he looked on, AJ scooped her beneath the thighs and lifted her. “Point the way to the bedroom,” he rasped. She did, and Jake stood aside so they could go first. Trepidation a hot coal in his gut, Jake followed them. As they breached the doorway to his and Wynne Marie’s sanctuary, he suddenly knew what needed to happen to make him feel good about releasing her to AJ’s arms. He had to call the shots. At this point, he believed anything he said might cause a rift. And they simply couldn’t live with that. Wynne Marie’s happiness was at 43

Silk stake. But if he didn’t direct the show, he might lose her—lose both of them. AJ threw her on the bed and climbed atop her. Her heels wrapped around his back, the leather boots gleaming in the soft light of the fire. “God, baby, you’re so hot. I can feel your heat through my jeans. You’ve been dying for my cock, haven’t you?” She whimpered, grinding her hips into his bulge. She’d told Jake that AJ was long and thick, that he could do things with his cock that gave her multiple orgasms, just like Jake did. They were the only two men she’d ever slept with who had fulfilled her desires. Both men gave her mind-blowing sex. Up until now, only Jake had taken all of her—body, heart, and soul. If AJ could commit to her as well as agree to join forces with Jake, vowing to love her and take care of her, everything would work out. If not, Jake had no idea how to convince him. Jake leaned against the mattress, watching their tongues move wildly. Wynne Marie broke free and drew Jake near. “You want to watch? Or participate?” “I want what you want,” he said, running a fingertip over her puckered nipple. “I want you to watch him take me. Watch me suck his cock and watch him eat me. I want you to watch him fuck me hard.” Both men moaned at her hot words. Their gazes locked, and the common link wove the first thread of a bond between them. “I’m going to fuck your wife, Jake. You’ll like that, won’t you?” Jake removed his leather jacket and draped it over a chair in the corner. Next, he kicked off his shoes and sidled to the bed again. “I can’t wait to watch the pleasure you give her.” And watch the pleasure you gain. Because right now, I want to witness that just as much. “And I’m going to call the shots.” Both AJ’s and Wynne Marie’s gazes snapped to his. Her mouth fell open in surprise. “That’s right. I’m in charge in this bedroom. If I want you to go down on her, you’ll do it. And if I tell my wife to spread her legs for you, she will.” A thrill went through him with the power he demanded. AJ’s mouth twisted in thought. And then his glassy gaze slid to Jake’s gorgeous wife sprawled across the bed. He nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, man. Do it.” “Yes, Jake. Please.” Jake’s heart soared. 44

Em Petrova AJ started to strip her, ravishing her skin, mouth slamming into hers until the luscious pink pout was swollen. Her top was abandoned, followed by her bra. He spent long minutes suckling her titties. Jake’s cock throbbed to life. God, he could get too used to this voyeurism. She bucked against his mouth, scooping her breasts together for him. His tongue moved from nipple to nipple, lapping the tips, swirling around the areolae. She gripped the fabric of his T-shirt and yanked it over his head, revealing his buff upper body. The flex of his rock-hard arms and chest sent a spike of heat to Jake’s core. He rubbed a thumb down the outer edge of his cock, wondering if he should get it out again, then thought better of it. Let them heat him up to the point of pain, and then maybe he’d stroke himself to completion, blowing his load all over their faces. But in the meantime, he was losing himself. His emotions warred out of control, a dark horse thundering alongside his need. Seeing Wynne Marie glance at him in anticipation of his commands blinded him with love. And when AJ looked to him too, a brow quirked in askance, Jake felt like his heart split in two. One half for each. AJ kissed a path between her breasts to her navel, his tongue dipping into it once. He rucked her skirt up around her waist, exposing her bare pussy. Jake’s balls drew up tight at the sight of her glistening slash, and his mouth watered to sink down and taste her. But at the moment, it was his job to direct. “Go down on her. Taste her cream.” Breathy gasps burst from her as AJ lay prone between her thighs. His gaze locked with hers, and he placed a single kiss to the crest of her pussy, just over her nubbin. His eyes flicked to Jake’s, and a smile spread over his handsome face. “Your man likes to watch. He’s got a hard-on the size of a nightstick.” She cooed in reply, reaching over and fondling Jake through his jeans. “You like seeing his mouth on me, baby? Want me to tell you how it feels?” “Yes.” “It’s hot. Scalding hot. Like liquid fire on my skin. And his touch is so perfect, gentle, and rough. My pussy’s dripping with need. Tell him to not to make me wait, Jake. Please, baby, I need it.” Jake smoothed her hair out of her eyes, fixated on the beautiful man poised at her nether lips. “Do it. Fucking eat her.”

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Silk Two moans sounded, and then AJ plunged his tongue into her core. Wynne Marie threw her head back, eyes pinched tight as he fucked her with his mouth. Jake sank to the edge of the bed. He caught her hand and pinned it to the mattress. “God, that feels so good. You love eating my cream pie, don’t you? Love the taste of it. You missed it so much. You can’t wait to taste all that sweet cum and then drive your cock into me, feel me gripping you.” AJ groaned. He kneaded her inner thighs and then trailed his hand downward, cupping her round globes. Two fingers probed her tight sheath. Jake could barely sit still. “Do it, AJ. Bury your fingers in her.” The juicy sound of AJ working over his wife lodged in his brain, and if they never shared another night like this, it would live in his memory for eternity. As AJ licked at her pussy, his upper lip caught on her clit, making her cry out with the sensation of his rough facial hair. “I can’t stop. I’m gonna come,” she cried. Her thigh muscles locked, and her hips lifted off the bed. Jake secured her hands, and AJ gripped her ass and held her against his mouth, tongue twirling, dancing against her throbbing nub and diving into her creamy hole. She continued to pump his face until her contractions died away. AJ lifted his head and looked to Jake, as if for instruction. A thrill went through him. Maybe this would work after all. This strong man giving over control to Jake was the sweetest compliment he could receive. His imagination ran rampant as he pictured himself giving AJ directions on how to pleasure him. Suddenly, he realized what a fucking turn-on it was to have control. And if AJ was submissive… “Get your cock out. My woman needs to be satisfied.” She purred, hips grinding in the air. Jake bound her hands in his grasp, watching AJ slowly lower his jeans and boxer shorts. His cock sprang free, huge, and veined. The head was shiny with precum, and Jake felt a trickle of his own. God, this was going to be beautiful. A live porno with him as the director. “Slip your fingers into her pussy again. She’s still orgasmic. That’s it. Deeper. Feel her walls grip you. You want in her, don’t you?” AJ made a deep noise in response. Jake longed to hear the man add his voice to the mix. He was dying to hear him talk dirty too. “Please.” Wynne Marie gasped, thrusting against his hand. “More. I need your cock.” 46

Em Petrova AJ gazed into her eyes for a long moment, poised at the heat of her, waiting for Jake’s instruction. “Pull your fingers out and lick them off. Mmm. She’s fucking delicious, isn’t she?” His tongue burned to ask him for a taste, but didn’t know how he’d respond to Jake’s mouth on his fingers. “Spread your legs a little more, baby, so I can see. I want to see him enter you.” She obeyed. AJ’s thumbs played over her wet slit before he slid a condom into place with practiced ease. With a single thrust, he joined them. Her cry reverberated through the room, setting Jake ablaze. What a turn-on this visual display was. Knowing the pleasure she was gaining, and living it through her, was the biggest aphrodisiac ever. AJ’s thrusts rocked her, his ab muscles tight and rippling. His biceps bulging as he worked over her. The mask was gone from AJ’s face. His expression was twisted in ecstasy, and suddenly, Jake was dying for him to wear this look while Jake pleasured him. Sucked his cock. A shiver ran through him at the idea. As he watched AJ’s shaft disappearing into his wife, his mouth watered to taste it. Feel it glide against his tongue. “God, AJ, you’re so big. Filling me up. Your cock is brushing my G-spot. Make me come, baby. Make me come all over your cock,” Wynne Marie cried. AJ leaned forward and plunged his tongue between her lips, mimicking the action of his dick. “I’m gonna explode, Wynnie. You’re so hot. Tight. Wet.” He bit off the words. “Drive your cock into her. Make her explode.” Jake couldn’t stop himself from stroking his rock-hard shaft through his jeans. Wynne Marie’s gaze was fixed on Jake’s face as she splintered with orgasm. He watched her come unraveled, pupils blown wide, cheeks pink, lips parted to reveal the soft pink interior of her mouth. As AJ bellowed with his release, Jake leaned over and locked his mouth over hers. Tongues wild, sharing in this insane experience. Her hands knotted in his hair, and she kissed him with more passion than she had ever shown him before. Their kiss slowed. Suddenly, she jerked. Jake realized AJ had pulled out abruptly and stood at the side of the bed. AJ’s fists clenched at his sides, and his bicep muscles shivered. He spun away from the bed and crossed the room, standing with his back to them. 47

Silk Wynne Marie sat up, her beautiful golden brows knitting together. Jake threaded their fingers and moved closer to her. “What’s the matter?” His voice came very slowly. “I don’t…know if I can really handle this.” He didn’t turn, but Jake took stock of the set of his broad shoulders and the way his fist knotted. Her forehead crinkled, and her eyes sparked with tears. “What makes you say that?” Without a word, he stomped over to his abandoned jeans and slid them on, barely zipping around his still-hard cock. She jumped off the bed. “Where are you going?” “Out of here. I don’t think I’m going to be able to participate in this anymore.” “AJ, don’t go. Let’s talk about this rationally.” AJ came up against Jake’s chest, cutting him off. “Rationally? What the fuck is rational about sleeping with your wife while you watch?” AJ’s eyes snapped, and fury rose up in Jake, unchecked. Wynne Marie tried to pry them apart, but he gently pushed her aside. “It’s something she needed in her life, and I’m willing to accommodate her. Aren’t you?” His eyes flashed. White teeth gleamed as he snarled. “I don’t think I know what you want.” “Screw that. You knew what you were getting yourself into up front.” “All I knew was that Wynnie needed me. Requested a reunion.” Jake ground his molars. Damn, this man was hardheaded. And if he was going to hurt Wynne Marie further, Jake would kick his ass right out the door. “Look, AJ. Let’s talk this out. See what we’re doing to Wynnie?” They swung their heads to where she huddled on the bed, knees to her chest, watching their exchange with wide eyes. AJ’s shoulders slumped. He passed a hand over his face. “You’re right. Sorry, baby.” She held out her hands to each of them. “No one said this was going to be simple. It was easy to get caught up in the physical, but that’s not what Jake and I wanted. Is it, Jake?” He shook his head and took her hand. “I read your texts and confronted Wynnie. She confessed how much she missed you and how she wanted to be intimate with you again. I want to please her, to make her happy. She’s my life now, and if she isn’t happy, I’m not.” 48

Em Petrova “What do you get out of this?” AJ countered. His forehead creased. For a brief moment, their eyes locked. Electricity flashed between them. But before Jake could act on it, AJ tore his gaze away. “Couldn’t you tell how fucking hot I was, watching you have sex with my wife? It’s the ultimate turn-on.” And if you’ll give yourself up to the idea of pleasure between you and me too, I’ll be the happiest man alive. “Why would you allow this? It’s not normal.” Wynne Marie interrupted, glancing between them. “Who’s to say what’s normal in a relationship and what isn’t? I want you, AJ, and Jake understands this.” His mouth hardened again. “You want my body.” “No.” Blonde waves tumbled over her shoulders as she shook her head. “I want more than that. Guys…I have a confession to make.” Her voice grew nearly inaudible. Jake’s stomach flipped a little at the sudden twist of events. He sank to the edge of the bed, thigh touching hers. AJ sat on the opposite side of her. She dropped her head to her knees, hiding her face. “Even as a trained psychologist, I can’t wrap my head around the warring emotions inside me. Think with my head? Think with my heart? Which is better? Which is right? Is there a right or wrong?” Jake hated the tears he detected in her voice. He smoothed the hair on her crown. No matter what she said, he felt confident that their relationship would survive it. They’d made it this far—far enough to ask a third party to join them. Far enough for Jake to watch him fuck her. “AJ and I didn’t make it as far in our relationship as I felt we could. When I met Jake, I thought I’d found everything I was searching for. But then the spark that was missing from my relationship with AJ suddenly ignited. Leaving me feeling unfulfilled—like I’ve been cheated. AJ, you’re my best friend, and we work together so damn well. With you, I want the deep emotions that Jake and I share.” “Wynnie.” AJ’s voice was clogged. “What are you saying?” “Oh, I’m making a muddle of it. For someone who’s supposed to be helpful in the sorting of emotions, I struggle to put these into words. Jake, I love you. And AJ, I love you too. I want you both. Together. All of us working toward happiness as a single unit. Who says man and wife can’t be two men and a wife? Because that’s what I really want. What I…need.” Her voice trailed off, eyes imploring. 49

Silk Jake’s heart flipped over. Over her head, he met AJ’s steady gaze as the man processed her words. How would he react to this? “There’s nothing wrong with that, Wynnie. I’m so glad you admitted it. I knew you wanted the sexual relationship with AJ to resume and that you loved flirting with him, but I had no idea that you wanted something long-term. But I’m concerned that being a trio won’t be enough.” Her gaze snapped to his. “What do you mean?” He slipped an arm about her waist. “You hate your new job. You hate Vermont. Maybe we need to think about picking up and moving south again. I can manage my company from Atlanta as easily as Vermont. And you can have Silk again.” AJ gathered the red silk sari into his hands, letting the fabric slip suggestively through his fingers. He looked from Wynne Marie to Jake, eyes burning. “Jake, I couldn’t do that. I agreed to —” He placed a forefinger to her lips. “You agreed to be my wife, and that is pure gold to me. The rest is just geography and circumstances. I told you—my life’s goal is make you happy. If you need Atlanta and Silk and AJ in our bed, that’s fine with me.” Her eyes melted with tears. “How can you be so good to me?” He gathered her close. “I love you.” AJ cleared his throat. “What about me?” She reached for AJ, locking his hand against her heart. “I don’t want you to feel used, AJ. I’m sorry we gave you that impression, because we definitely didn’t mean to. When we asked you here, we knew it was risky. Not only risky to your emotions, but to our marriage. But…I feel my bond with Jake is stronger than ever. And I feel…” She swallowed hard and glanced at Jake. He nodded encouragingly. “I feel like I’ve sucked you into my heart, AJ. That my life wasn’t complete before and would be less complete if you left now after I’ve known this pleasure with you.” “I do love you, Wynnie. Always have, but didn’t realize it until it was too late.” Wynne Marie made a soft noise in her throat. Tears filled her eyes at AJ’s admission. “Who says it’s too late?” Jake asked. AJ ran his knuckles beneath his nose as he considered his question. After a long minute, he said, “She’s married to you. Surely you don’t believe I can love her too.” 50

Em Petrova “I sure as hell do. You say you love her now. Just as I agree circumstances won’t keep Wynnie from returning to her spa, I agree circumstances won’t stop her from loving you, or you from loving her. So we’re married. Why can’t this work…all three of us?” AJ’s eyes darkened. “What do you mean? Spell it out, man.” Jake took a chance and ran his thumb down AJ’s bicep. “I want for us to give ourselves freely to her. And to each other.” AJ’s twisted away from them, staring at the wall for so long, Jake thought for certain he’d fucked everything up. Wynne Marie’s lower lip trembled as she too realized AJ might turn away forever. The clock on the nightstand ticked away the minutes. At last AJ swung back. Slowly, he returned to the bed. He sank to the edge and dropped his head into his hands. “As long as we’re confessing, I have something to say.” His thick fingers worked through his hair, lifting it and letting it fall. “I haven’t been honest with you, Wynnie. At the time we were dating, I was fighting to come to terms with something deep within myself. Something I was taught was wrong.” He was silent for so long, Jake wondered if he should urge him on. His heart pounded out the minutes until he spoke again. “What was it, AJ? You can confide in us.” AJ stirred, and he lifted his head. “I’ve been thinking of nothing else since you called that night to suggest this strange arrangement. Knowing you are both open to exploring… Well, I’ll just fucking say it, okay? When we dated, I was struggling to understand some homosexual feelings I was having for one of my massage clients.” Jake’s heart pinched and then soared in elation. AJ continued. “Nothing ever happened between us, and by the time I got my shit together, it was too late. Jake had walked into your life. But that only presented me with more pain, because suddenly I realized I was in love with you, but…” His gaze shifted from Wynne Marie’s to Jake’s. “I was attracted to him.” Oh, my God. He’s been bottling his homoerotic tendencies and fighting us every step because of it. “Have you ever been with a man, AJ?” Wynne Marie placed a slender hand on the swell of his bicep. His lips folded into a sad line. He shook his head. “You’ve entrusted us with this revelation. You’ve come out to us, even if you’ve never revealed it before.”

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Silk “I know. I figure…it’s the safest venue. I mean, Jake is accepting of your needs, Wynnie. And Jake, you understand, right, man?” His voice faltered. A protective surge enveloped Jake’s heart at this man’s courage and uncertainty. He squeezed AJ’s shoulder, meeting his gaze fully. His own tone was unsteady. “Very much.” Wynne Marie glanced between them. “You know what I want?” Her kitten purr was back. “Tao massage?” AJ’s smile was wide. He knotted the crimson fabric around his fists, and a tingle of need settled in Jake’s gut. Need to see this strong man bound. Bound by the silk. Bound to him and Wynne Marie. She slipped the cloth from his hands. “That. And I want to see you two together. Sharing me but sharing pleasure with each other.” AJ’s dark gaze locked on Jake’s, hot and erotic. Jake raised an eyebrow in question, and AJ’s lips quirked upward in reply. They each climbed off the bed. Jake grasped Wynne Marie’s wrists and AJ her ankles, stretching her across the coverlet. Her body glistened with perspiration from her previous encounter, and her eyes glowed. “I don’t think she can talk during this massage, do you, AJ?” “Uh-uh.” He unfurled the fabric atop her, concealing them from her sight. A little squeak sounded from under the silk, but Jake pressed a finger to her mouth. “No, no. You asked for the two of us to share you, and now you’ll see how well we can work together.” Something in the depths of AJ’s eyes told Jake that they could work together perfectly well, now that the tension had been razed between them. AJ nodded, and Jake leaned over Wynne Marie, lips hovering over hers, letting her feel the warmth through the fabric. Her breath rasped, and the soft peaks of her breasts rose and fell. AJ rubbed his palms together—warming them or getting warmed up? Their eyes clashed, and together, they started caressing her limbs. AJ took up his place at her feet, beginning with her toes. Jake skimmed her hands through the cloth. Her fingers twitched at his touch, curling upward. Simultaneously, they worked their way to the center of her body. Jake teased the mounds of her breasts, circling the tips until she was gasping. Blood pounded in his ears, and his cock was so stiff, it was painful. 52

Em Petrova Her breathing grew labored as they moved toward each other. AJ’s hands smoothed over her pelvis, skimming her pussy. She arched, seeking more. But he avoided touching her moist spot and instead returned to her feet, using his forearms to caress her rather than his hands. Jake couldn’t remove his eyes from the sight of AJ’s strong arms slipping over the red silk. He abandoned her breasts and mirrored AJ’s actions, reaching over her and running his arms over her torso, up her arms, to the tips of her fingers. Her rough whisper fluttered the sari over her face. “Please.” “Our girl wants more, AJ.” AJ’s eyes darkened, and he shot Jake a grin. Returning to her feet, he replaced his hands with his face, nuzzling her toes, ankles, up the valley between her thighs, his brown hair falling in waves over her body. He kissed a path up to the V of her pussy, and Wynne Marie bucked. Jake scooped her breasts up in his palms and dropped his face to them, chafing his rough jaw over the cloth with a sandpapery noise. His mouth descended over one straining nubbin, and he sucked it into his mouth, fabric and all. Then smiling at her cries, he turned to the other breast. A glance down showed him that AJ was lapping her slit through the sari. A frisson of need ran through Jake’s gut, engulfing his cock and balls. His muscles ached as he tried to force himself from throwing off the covers and ravaging his wife’s tender body. But this sweet torment was too good. He and Wynne Marie had spent hours fantasizing about using the silk fabric with AJ. Suddenly, AJ tugged on the silk, ripping it from her body. She gasped, eyes snapping open. Jake stared into the blurred depths for a moment before claiming her mouth. AJ moaned as he buried his tongue in her pussy, swirling over the folds that Jake knew would be salty-sweet. As a team they worked her lips. AJ twisted the cloth around his hands, making a loop. And then with a wicked grin, he tied it around her eyes. Then nudging her thighs apart, he knelt between them. Poised at the sopping heat, he looked to Jake for guidance. “Want me to fuck your wife again?” “I think we should both fuck her.”

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Silk Wynne Marie exclaimed, “Yes.” She pinched her nipples, hips riding against the tip of AJ’s throbbing erection. Jake stretched out on the bed, grasped her hips, and flipped her atop him. Her creamy thighs straddled him, her cunt ready and weeping. He pressed against her entry with the head of his cock, knowing he’d blow soon if he didn’t get inside her. “Watch me slide into her soaking hole, while you get on that condom. Wait until she’s good and stretched and lathered before you slide your cock into her ass.” Jake could barely keep the tremor of excitement from his voice. Between Wynne Marie’s drenched honey hole and AJ’s powerful fingers rolling a lubed condom over the head of his phallus, he thought he’d come without a single stroke. Wynne Marie shifted and eased over his shaft. Jake gritted his teeth against the blissful fire, and then they began to move. The satiny walls of her pussy clenched his rod, tighter and tighter. Her tongue mated with his in a long kiss. Jake opened his eyes just in time to see AJ’s face as he sank into her ass. She fell still at the unaccustomed invasion. And Jake nearly came undone as he felt the movement of AJ’s shaft against his own. “Oh, my God,” she cried. “Move!” The three of them began to rock. It took a minute to time his thrusts to AJ’s, but soon they were moving in tandem. In and out of her body. Eyes locked on each other’s. Their golden girl between them, receiving more pleasure than she’d ever experienced in her life. Jake’s heart was bursting with love for her and affection for the man who had brought them this far in their relationship. He was dying to stretch the limits of their bond. The first pulsations around his cock sent him spiraling out of control. He fucked her hard, his world narrowing to the inferno in his groin and the slippery feel of both Wynne Marie and AJ. Her sex clamped down on him, and he blew. Rupturing, spurting hot cum deep into her body. She screamed. “I’m coming. Coming. Oh, God, AJ, don’t stop.” The slap of AJ’s body against hers extended Jake’s release until he thought he’d pass out from lack of oxygen, blood, or the fact that his heart seemed to seize up. Wynne Marie came down slowly from her high, panting for air. “I had a…double orgasm.” Jake’s chest rumbled with a joyous sound. He opened his eyes into AJ’s gaze, trying to read into his absorbed expression. What was 54

Em Petrova he thinking? Had he enjoyed the feel of Jake’s rod chafing over his through the delicate membrane of her body? The three of them held still for a minute, allowing Jake and Wynne Marie to gain their breath. AJ pulled out, and she collapsed forward. Her tongue stroked up Jake’s neck to his ear. “Let’s help him get off,” she whispered. “Mmm. You call the shots.” She rolled off and sat up. Reaching for AJ’s hands, she drew him near and slowly removed the condom. “Your turn, baby. Lie down and let Jake and me work our massage miracle.” Wynne Marie slid a fingernail down his chest. AJ stared at him for a long minute. His Adam’s apple bobbed. He scrubbed his hands over his face. “I don’t know which end is up right now.” Wynne Marie slipped her arm around AJ. “You’ve let go of your secret. Now it’s time to let go of your fears and allow Jake and me to take care of you.” AJ groaned at her words. His tortured gaze met Jake’s. Jake wanted to ease his mind, but this was his fight. He needed to come to terms with his needs and set his own boundaries. “AJ, what do you need? Tell us. You’re lonely in Atlanta. Without me.” Wynnie caressed his chest. “Yes.” “You enjoy watching me with a man who loves me as much as you do.” “Absolutely.” “I feel the same. I would love to watch the men I love please each another. Think of Jake as the key to the treasure chest, and you are the hinge. One unit. Working together, we’ll open the box and unleash a world of pleasure.” A long moment of silence passed, and then AJ nodded. His eyes lit on Wynne Marie, glowing with love. And when they shifted to Jake with the same expression, triumph exploded in Jake’s chest. “I’m ready for more. Not only experiencing sex with a man through your body, Wynnie. But truly giving myself to someone I trust,” he said quietly. Exchanging a grin with his wife, Jake moved off the bed while AJ ran to the bathroom for a quick wash-up. When he returned, AJ spread out on the bed. Wynne Marie took the sari and looped it, creating a knot on the side of his head. “Can you see anything?” 55

Silk His beautiful mouth quirked upward. “No.” What would it feel like to kiss him? Living through Wynne Marie was proving to be harder than Jake imagined. Suddenly, he was dying to pleasure this man. Wynne Marie’s mouth was hot at his ear again. “I want you to suck him off.” Heart thundering, he met her warm gaze. Jake watched his wife’s luscious ass twitch away. She dumped a bit of the aromatic massage oil into her palms and rubbed them together. Then she went to work. He loved watching her hands slipping over AJ’s oiled skin until his muscles stood out and the crisp dark hair gleamed. AJ’s breathing grew labored as Jake added his touch. Wynne Marie gestured for Jake to take his place between his legs. The man’s cock lay inches away from him, drumming his lower belly. It was long and thick. Her hands fell away, and her kitten purr raised the hair on Jake’s body. “We’ll see if you like this.” She stood at the bedside, her juicy lips silently urging Jake to do it. He lay prone between AJ’s spread thighs, aware of the heat and the strength, careful not to touch him and give away the surprise. Wynne Marie gripped his cock at the base, holding it for Jake to suck. Slowly, he lowered his head, mouth watering at the sight of the precum at the tip, eager to lap it up first. AJ released a resounding moan as Jake’s lips clamped around his head. Tongue dipping into the spongy tip, he tasted him. Electricity ripped through his body at the first taste. He was salt and musk. He accepted the long shaft into his mouth, loving the feel of it filling him up. AJ’s muscles quivered, and he suddenly reached down and grasped Jake’s face. Jake flicked the head of his rod once with his tongue, ripping a growl from AJ’s chest. AJ dragged his fingers over the rough stubble on Jake’s jaw, hips arching to force his whole cock into his new lover’s mouth. Jake moaned around the bulging organ, letting the vibration tease him. And Wynne Marie released a soft sigh. She knelt on the bed within Jake’s reach, and he sank two fingers into her wet snatch. “Yeah, baby. Suck him. That’s so gorgeous. Two studs fucking loving each other like this. You wanted him all along, didn’t you, AJ? I know Jake did. I saw it in his eyes when I talked about you. You want to blow your creamy load in his mouth, and then I’ll let you watch as I kiss him. I love the taste of your cum, and I know Jake will too.” 56

Em Petrova AJ’s hips thrust harder. The head scraped the roof of Jake’s mouth deliciously. His own shaft was aching again, begging for more. This was going to be one long, fantastic night. And to think, AJ’s stay was a week long. With any luck, they’d make living arrangements that would keep them all together. A week of this will kill me. But I’ll die satisfied. He felt AJ’s balls draw up tight against his body, and his cock grew harder in Jake’s mouth. Wynne Marie gripped the base of it and angled it. “I want to see it move against your cheek, baby. That’s it. Suck it like that. That’s so hot. And your fingers are so good there. My clit needs your mouth next, boys. Will you let me take turns sitting on your faces?” “Oh, yeah. Fuck, man, you’re so good at that. Don’t you dare stop!” AJ exploded. Cum shot the roof of Jake’s mouth, dribbling onto his tongue, and he started to swallow the cream, stunned at the texture and taste. He was dying for more, almost saddened when the hard member stopped pulsing on his tongue. In a flurry, AJ tore away the blindfold. He bolted upright, and his arms lashed out, yanking Wynne Marie off her feet and into the bed with them, and dragging Jake up his body. The pair half laid atop him, and she initiated a three-way French kiss. Long, lazy strokes between two tongues were amazing, but three was the height of ecstasy. “Damn, you guys are fantastic lovers. I feel so light now. A weight has been lifted with my admission and your acceptance,” AJ said. Jake moved down his body to gently sink his teeth into one nipple. It bunched up tight. Wynne Marie glanced between her two lovers, and Jake thought she’d never looked so lovely. Hair rumpled. Skin glowing. A happy smile bowing her lips. “You were delicious, guys. I never dreamed I’d witness something so fucking hot, let alone be part of it.” She gave a relaxed sigh. “Then our experiment was a success,” Jake said. He caressed her hip and then reached over and stroked the flat plane of AJ’s abs. AJ crunched around the touch, snorting with laughter. He caught Jake’s hand and held it. When Jake turned it palm up, AJ bound their hands together. “If you expect to be with me, Jake, you’d better know how ticklish I am.” Jake grinned, feeling more alive than he’d been since their wedding day. He hadn’t realized what a strain it was for him to suppress his most hidden needs. “You expect to be with me again? With us?” 57

Silk AJ nodded, his expression suddenly tender. “I intend to give it my all, unlike the first time around with Wynnie alone.” She made a soft sound in her throat. Jake and AJ drew her against their hard bodies. As AJ caressed her shoulder, his fingers slipped over Jake’s, startling him. Warm satisfaction trickled through his body. He’d never felt so complete.

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Chapter Five

Wynne Marie sagged between Jake and AJ and let the hot water wash over her. Damn, she’d never known such a fantastic feeling. They’d gone all night, coming together in new and exciting ways that she’d never dreamed of. And the most surprising part was Jake and AJ’s willingness to please each other. “I think our girl is tired.” Jake cupped her ass, drawing her against his hard, slippery body. Their shower was large, but with two testosterone-filled men sharing it with her, it was crowded. She could hardly move without brushing a bulging bicep, a sculpted thigh. A straining cock. “Let’s get her back to bed. And this time, we’d better let her rest.” AJ’s mouth moved over her throat, licking the droplets from her skin. “I can’t reach the faucet to turn it off.” Jake reached around her, and the water stopped. Her body tingled from multiple orgasms and from several massages. She’d missed AJ’s hands on her, and loved the new techniques he was teaching Jake. 59

Silk They bundled her into a towel and carried her off to the bedroom once more to stretch three abreast on the bed. She released an exhilarated sigh. Her love life with Jake had always been passionate, but AJ’s addition had awakened something in her husband. Still, the splash of ice on her warm, fuzzy feelings was the idea of AJ returning to Atlanta, of leaving behind his fragile bubble of bliss they’d created, leaving her with her boring job and a gap in her marriage. A gap only AJ could fill. Even if she and Jake moved back to Atlanta and she abandoned her new life for her old, she wanted a commitment from AJ. During the night, she’d seen him let his body go, giving up control to both her and Jake. Tenderness for these two amazing men filled her. For Jake, who had taken a chance, and for AJ who revealed his inner self. Wynne Marie watched her guys locked in a strong man hug—a display of physical prowess and passion. In a flash, AJ caught Jake around the neck, reeling him in and planting his lips firmly atop Jake’s. Wynne Marie squeezed her way between them, and they admitted her eagerly. She fitted perfectly between their big bodies. She joined their kiss, twisting her tongue over the pair of theirs. Then they tugged her down until she was lying between them, safe and secure in their arms and their love. As sexual heat washed over her, she realized she’d never again feel that hole in her life. If not for these giving men, she’d flounder through the world, aching to know herself. Thanks to them, she knew her course once more. Atlanta. Silk. Jake. And AJ.

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Biography

Em Petrova lives in backwoods Pennsylvania, where she raises four kids and two feral kittens and pays too damn much for utilities. But seeing her sexy husband tromp out back with a chainsaw in hand is well worth the frustration of living miles from a mall. She adores writing sex scenes and anything paranormal. When she has the opportunity to mix the two, she’s in her element. You can learn more about her smutty reads at www.empetrova.com.