For Piper, that’s easy. Two Alpha males who ravish her like marauding pirates and find her curves beyond luscious. She knows her type isn’t for every man…certainly not Guy and Joel, right? Guy’s tall, dark and sinfully virile. Joel’s blond and bronzed. They’re freaking gods, escorts her friend hired so Piper’s thirtieth birthday is unforgettable with the bondage and submission she’s fantasized about. Carnal games that awaken Piper’s sensuality, while her voluptuous figure and sweet vulnerability fuels both men’s animal hunger.
One evening of decadent pleasure isn’t enough. Piper aches to perform ménage acts with them for agency clients who like curvy women. A wicked idea, except for her family’s ties with law enforcement, the threat of exposure. Is it worth the risk?
Hell yeah. By day, she’ll be good. During their wanton acts, the three of them will explore their growing bond as they’re very, very bad…
Both men smiled at Piper with what appeared to be genuine pleasure.
Their charm and utter masculinity drew her closer…the proverbial moth to the flame. She tamped down her reservations reinforced by a spit-and-polish upbringing, a by-the-book father. It would only be dinner and conversation after all. No harm in that. Even her dad might approve of this—if they lived in an alternate universe where sex wasn’t taboo, but something to be celebrated and indulged in as often as possible.
She reached the terrace. The heady scent of soil and vegetation surrounded her, along with the newest tune, a bluesy instrumental heavy on piano and sax. The sounds wicked, seductive.
Guy came around the sofa first, his sudden proximity delivering his scent. Something fresh and aquatic that reminded Piper of her pirate fantasy and made her heart pound, the same as his great looks.
He appeared to be in his early thirties and was one of the most beautiful men Piper had ever seen outside of a movie. Tall, at least six-three, he loomed over her, his body lean, muscular. His hair was thick and black, not dark-brown as she’d first thought, curling around his ears and at the nape of his neck, the ends of it fluttering slightly with the fan’s breeze. His brows were also black, his lushly lashed eyes a rich cocoa. In them, Piper saw heat and surprising tenderness. As though he too had been unwanted in the past and understood her uncertainty.
He held one of the roses from the sofa and offered it to her. “Happy birthday, Piper.”
His baritone soothed and enticed. His gentle smile made her yearn.
Piper wondered how it might feel to be important to him, really treasured. She imagined meeting him after a long workday at a crowded restaurant filled with gorgeous women. He’d be at the bar, alone, nursing his drink, his expression bored—or forlorn—until he spotted her. His handsome features would light up. Ignoring all of the other females, he’d go to her.
“My turn,” Joel murmured, his deep voice beyond pleasant.
Like Guy, he appeared to be in his early thirties and was as tall. He wore his blond hair cropped short on the sides and in the back, which made him seem more reserved, similar to a cop.
Piper wondered if he’d brought handcuffs along tonight. She suppressed a whimper, part excitement, part worry, and continued to stare at him.
In the candlelight, his hazel eyes appeared to also have a hint of green. His features were rough and masculine.
He too offered her a rose and a kiss on her cheek. His beginning stubble felt delicious in contrast to the aching softness of his lips. He smelled so clean, of summer days and sun-baked skin.
“Happy birthday, baby,” he said with unexpected affection.
Piper’s lower lip trembled.
Gently, Guy wrapped his long fingers around her upper arm. His hand was hot, his palm dry. Piper’s throat constricted with too many emotions, all of them tangled.
“You okay?” Guy asked.
Quick tears clouded her vision. Their kindness and concern were overwhelming, proving more powerful than if they’d shown her simple lust. Oddly enough, their attention made Piper realize how much she’d missed out on. Coy flirting. Outrageous seduction. Being the star of someone else’s fantasy.
She answered his question with a nod, then for reasons Piper couldn’t begin to understand, she added, “I’m thirty today.”
“A great age,” Guy assured.
She smiled weakly. “Not really. Well, maybe for a man. How old are you?”
“Thirty-two. Joel’s thirty-one. Right, buddy?”
“Last time I looked. You want to sit down?” he asked her.
Piper realized her legs were trembling. She glanced at the sofa, large enough for three.