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  “Focus, you two! I cannot spend any more time in this man’s company. He’s a Dom, for goodness sake.” Chloe tried again.

  “So? What’s the problem with that?” Diana wanted to know.

  “Nothing, girlfriend. Unless Rex went all Dom on her and she couldn’t refuse. He did fuck you! Come on, Chloe. Out with it!” Shona demanded.

  Chloe sighed and slumped against the wall behind her. She glanced toward the plane and noticed the man under discussion, descending the steps. He looked around until he spied her leaning against the wall of the small hanger.

  “Yeah, okay, he did.” She groaned when her friends shrieked excitedly. Rex was coming toward her. “I’ll never forgive you for this. And, if I’m not there in an hour, ask the police to come looking for me! I have to go. The big bad Dom is on his way.”

  “Go get him, girlie. Oh . . . do you think we should warn her—”

  “Nawh, she’ll find out soon enough,” Shona cut Diana short. “See you soon, girlfriend.”

  “Wait! Warn me about what? Shona! Diana!”

  But the two traitors have ended the call. She jammed her phone in her large tote bag and waited for Rex to reach her.

  There was no denying it; he was deliciously attractive. He was well over six feet tall and every defined muscle rippled as he moved. He was a magnificent man, stalwart as an oak and oozed confidence in every step he took closer.

  His dark blonde hair was cut in a cropped, spiky style that gave him that bad boy look women usually salivated over. And it didn’t stop there.

  Oh no, the daft man had to be Gladiator perfect.

  He had the face that could launch a thousand ships—probably did, the laughter lines on his face spoke of a man used to smiling readily.

  “Not that he has smiled at me yet.” Chloe suddenly had the urge to see him smile and laugh with her.

  He had a chiseled bone structure, square brows, a straight nose that sat over wide and oh, so kissable mouth that was shadowed in a neat stubble.

  She licked her lips in memory.

  As he approached, she noticed his eyes travelling up and down her body. She shifted her weight and tugged on her short skirt self-consciously. The slight breeze lifted the hem of her skirt and caressed her buttocks, reminding her that she was bare-assed naked underneath it. She couldn’t look away from him, knowing what his gaze was trained on.

  With her Latin looks and high cheek bones, men were usually drawn to her. Her wolfish amber eyes shone like limpid pools of gold, framed by gorgeous long lashes that added to her mysterious aura. She just wished her expressive eyes didn’t give away her emotions. Especially to him. Her long, dark hair tumbled over her shoulders like a fountain of molten obsidian. And of course, her full pink lips had an opinion on everything—an annoying trait, according to the men she’d dated.

  Chloe straightened when he didn’t slow down as he approached but walked right into her, pressing his hard body against hers.

  “Now, look here, buster. This has to stop. You can’t keep pinning me to—hmmm.” Her relay was cut short by a soul-destroying kiss. Chloe could feel her toes curl in her swanky Jimmy Choos while every nerve ending tingled awake.

  Gawd, this man can kiss!

  She floundered in a rush of helplessness, yielding to the surging tide of warmth that left her limp. She clung to him, desperate for something solid to hang onto in a suddenly dizzy, swaying world. His mouth was demanding, parting her trembling lips, which caused wild tremors to dance along her nerves. His lips evoked sensations she’d never known she was capable of feeling. Chloe stopped fighting the losing battle and with a soft sigh, reciprocated his passionate embrace.

  “Isn’t this much better than fighting with me all the time?” He asked with a roguish smile.

  “Gmphf, don’t think you’ll get away with kissing me every time you want to . . . hmmm.” He effectively ended her protest with another quick, hard kiss.

  “Now, my pet, have you established that you have no choice but to come home with me? I promise to deliver you safely to your friends; a little flustered; a little turned on maybe, but safe, nevertheless.”

  Rex allowed her to push him back. She desperately needed space between herself and his lusciously tempting body. She couldn’t think straight pressed against his hot body.

  “I suppose I don’t have much choice.” She managed to scoot away from him. She took a couple of steps to put distance between them.

  His chuckle didn’t sit well on her already frazzled composure but before she could bitch at him, he gestured toward a silver Jeep Wrangler Rubicon waiting next to the plane.

  “Well, Miss Walker, after you.”

  With a toss of her hair, she strutted toward the vehicle and climbed into the passenger seat before he could assist her.

  “Quite a brazen little minx, aren’t you?” He said mildly when he joined her and took off.

  Chloe was confused by Rex Anderson. He was a Dom, she had no doubt about that, but he was also a pleasant man. He’d invited her into the cockpit after he’d blown her circuits—she was still reeling from her first mile-high experience. Later, it had been enlightening; the way he’d engaged her in the discussion with his co-pilot and had openly answered her questions about him.

  She jumped when his hand landed on her thigh, her first instinct was to fling it off, but it was stayed by his sharp look.

  “Don’t push me, Chloe and stop pretending you don’t feel the connection between us. You want my touch—”

  “Which doesn’t mean you can take advantage of me! You . . . I don’t like being . . . you know!” She ended in a frustrated sigh. She couldn’t explain to him what she didn’t understand herself.

  Stop pretending, girl. You know you want him and his thrilling touch.

  Oh, shut up.

  The conversation with her inner self wasn’t any help and she sat back with a frustrated sigh.

  “Yeah, Chloe, I know, but I think you still need to figure it out.

  Ya think?

  “So, apart from being a stinking rich Dom, what do you do?” Chloe decided it was safest to direct the focus away from herself and her confused feelings.

  “I’m an architect and have a couple of businesses across the US and Canada. I’m also a landowner. We have a cattle farm and a dairy production facility.”

  Chloe looked at him in surprise. “I can picture you as a businessman, maybe even an architect, but a farmer? Now, that, I have to tell you, is a stretch.”

  He glanced at her with his lips curved in a small smile. “And why is that?”

  “Come on, Rex, with that body of yours? Hiding away on a farm?”

  He laughed. “This is Tucson, honey, hardly a backwater town and I don’t hide away on a farm. I’m quite active in the community and spend at least ten days a month in Frisco.”

  “Is that where your offices are?”

  He nodded, ignoring her gasp when his hand trailed higher along her thigh to find the heat hidden between her legs.

  “Open for me, Chloe.”

  She was still formulating a denial when her legs fell apart automatically. He didn’t hesitate and drawing a husky moan from her lips, he pushed two fingers deep inside her pussy.

  “Fuck, I love how hot you are. Every time I touch you, you’re scorching and yep . . . wet,” he said with audible satisfaction as he found her hot, wet labia throbbing in need.

  “What . . . hmm . . . are you doing?” Chloe managed to stammer.

  “Just preparing you. This time, love, you’re not allowed to come.”

  Chloe slanted an annoyed look at him.

  “Now look here, buster. No one tells me when I may or may not climax . . . oooh! Fuck. That feels good,” she moaned and clutched at his arm while he continued to delve his fingers inside her fervently pulsing channel.

  With the ease he turned her on; she was putty in his marauding hands. With the lightest of touch, her body went weak and limp, while her veins filled with heat. He took her to the edge and
held her there with teasing flicks of his thumb over the swollen tip of her clitoris while he strummed the ganglia inside her pussy with slow brushes of his fingers.

  “And yet, I am expecting you to. I’m warning you, Chloe. Do. Not. Come.”

  She glared at him, annoyed that his full attention was on the road ahead, while he still managed to turn her body into quivering mess with his fingers; exploring, twisting and probing deeper; filled with self-assurance when her gasps were a testament of her increasing pleasure.

  “And what exactly . . . aahhh. . . do you intend to do if I do climax?” she asked, sucking air through her parched lips. She was on fire. Every cell in her body sizzled with heat as she became subsumed in a wave of rampant lust.

  He chuckled at her snappy enquiry. “I see we’re going to have fun while taming you. Mind you, not that I want to curb your sassiness completely, but just enough to make you submit when needed.”

  “Ooohhh, stop. Lord, that feels . . . mmm! I’m going to coooommee!” she cried and finally gave up. It was a losing battle anyway. She climaxed. Her cry was husky, raw and exhilarated as he continued to prolong her orgasm.

  “Disappointing, love, but not entirely unexpected. It does however mean you’re in for some early punishment,” he said, not sounding disappointed at all to her ears.

  Chloe struggled to find her composure as she glanced at him. There was raw potency in his voice, instinctively warning her that his words were more than just a powerful display of control. It was a promise.

  Something warned her that Rex Anderson never made empty threats or promises he didn’t keep.

  Chapter Four

  “NO! Get back here . . . Shona! Diana! Goddammit!”

  But with a wave and a chirpy, “toodledoo,” the two traitors jumped into their respective husband’s vehicles, leaving Chloe to stare after them, flabbergasted.

  “Bloody hell! They left me alone with him. Again!” She stomped her foot in vexation and with her hands on her hips spun around when she heard the chuckle behind her. “It is not funny, Rex Anderson.”

  “Come now, Chloe. Surely I’m not such bad company?” He drawled with a lopsided grin.

  See! There he goes again. Confusing me.

  Just minutes ago, he’d been all Dom-like and demanding and now, there he stood; smiling and charming her non-existent panties off her.

  It was Kade’s birthday—Diana’s husband, and they’d decided that all of them were going to spend the weekend at Rex’s mountain lodge, high up in the hills.

  They could’ve at least warned me.

  Chloe sighed, defeated. Her two friends were just too clever for her. This entire situation reeked of a set-up. Something they knew she hated.

  Yeah, the two traitors.

  Rex hadn’t been quick enough to mask his surprise when they’d arrived and heard their plans, which of course, triggered her suspicions.

  “Come inside, love. There’s someone I want you to meet.”

  Chloe narrowed her eyes on him. “Who?”

  His smile broadened at her hesitation but he didn’t elaborate and disappeared inside the house. She was left standing next to the Jeep, gazing at the house. It was a massive two storied ranch house; modern but rustic, from what she could see.

  “Oh, man! I so know I’m not gonna like what’s waiting inside for me,” she muttered as she looked down at her multicolored, flower-embroidered stilettos. “Not that bright anymore. They’re covered in dust! Ugh. I hate Tucson,” she grumbled and walked toward the door languidly.

  Rex was talking to a tall, equally muscled black-haired man when she stepped into the wide-spaced foyer. The man watched her approach with hooded eyes. She could swear he’d summed her up with one thorough swipe, up and down her body. The glint in his dark brown eyes was unmistakable, a perfect match for the deep suntan he sported.

  A farmer. He must be a farmer.

  His hands were large, hooked into his jeans. His shoulder-length hair had a natural wave that gave him a rakish appearance. She noticed the dimple in his chin and felt a tremor begin in her stomach.

  “Chloe, this is Wade Martins,” Rex introduced the man by his side. Before she could gather her wits to respond, another set of footsteps drew her attention to the staircase.

  “Well, that’s it. Last time I pack for you, mate,” another man announced, running down the stairs, carrying two large backpacks. He dumped them at the bottom of the stairs. “Well, well, this must be the delightful Chloe Walker,” he intoned with a smile broadening his lips.

  “And this hippie is Mark Jackson. They’re both co-owners of this ranch.”

  Chloe licked her lips. His green eyes drew her to him; engaging, warm and full of mirth. His long, dark-blond hair was tied in a ponytail behind his nape. His body was lean, but she detected rippling muscles beneath his shirt as he walked closer; or rather, stalked closer. There was something in his expression that made her smile at him.

  There must be something in the Tucson water that makes men here look insanely attractive!

  Chloe swallowed her drool. He was the scrumptious one. Good enough to eat, or lick . . .

  No naughty. He’s the naughty one . . . Wait!

  She took a step back, suddenly overwhelmed by the overload of testosterone surrounding her. She glanced questioningly toward Rex, her eyes as wide as saucers. His lips curved upward.

  “Oh, hell no!” Chloe cried in a husky voice. She lifted her hands and made a cross with her fingers in their direction. She shook her head when realization finally hit her.

  They are together. Like Diana and Shona’s husbands. Fucking no way! Not for me, thank you very much.

  Snippets of the clues Rex had given during their trip here, finally fitted together.

  She lifted her hands higher and snapped at the three men watching her with amusement, “Stay away from me!”

  They just laughed at her shenanigans. Mark stepped closer to yank her into his arms.

  “You are a delight. We’re Doms, angel, not bloodsuckers. Well, we do like to suck, but mostly on nipples, clits and pussies. Care to go for a test run?”

  Chloe stuttered, but try as she might, she couldn’t voice the denial that sprang to her lips. Not with the vision of the three men simultaneously doing what he’d just said; sucking nipples, clit and pussy.

  “Hm, do I detect a yes in your hesitation, my pet?” Wade joined them and pressed his chest against her back.

  “I think I do, mate.” Mark said against her ear. Her nipples peaked when he swirled the tip of his tongue along the whorl of her ear.

  “Oh . . . fucccccck,” she moaned when Wade joined in by sucking on the skin just below her ear on the other side.

  She’d never experienced the sensations they awoke with their attention to her ears. Her pussy tingled and she groaned in embarrassment when she felt moisture pool between her legs.

  “It seems little Chloe is excited, Wade. Do you smell that? Fuck, she’s already driving me crazy.” Mark whispered against her throat.

  “Intoxicating, mate. She smells like honey and spices. My favorite scents.” Wade’s hands trailed over her hips to circle her waist and brush his palms over her already taut nipples.

  “Well, I guess I owe you some time with the little minx,” Rex said behind them. “Thirty minutes, then we need to leave. Otherwise, we won’t make it to the campsite before dark.”

  “Wait,” Chloe managed to find her voice at long last. “You can’t just leave me here with them!”

  She could hear the panic in her voice and willed him to turn back and save her from making a decision that she feared would destroy her ability to think straight in the days to come.

  Rex turned to her with a frown marring his brow.

  “Are you scared of them, love?” He asked gently.

  “N-no . . . not exactly.”

  “Then at a guess, I suppose you’re scared of your own reaction to them.”

  Chloe’s head fell back onto Wade’s shoulder when he pinched her n
ipples and softly bit into her neck.

  “Gawd! Please, Rex . . . this is too . . . mmm,” she moaned, when Mark pushed her dress out of the way and licked her nipple before sucking it into his mouth. Her eyes pleaded with Rex.

  He ambled closer to them and brushed a finger against her eyebrow and smiled crookedly. “Ah, little one, you are the owner of your emotions, not me. All you need to say is red and they’ll stop. But you’re the one who has to make that decision. I can’t make it for you.”

  He turned away and with a wave in their direction, reminded them brusquely, “Twenty-five minutes, mates.”

  Wade grasped her hair and tilted her head sideways. “Such an inviting pout. Irresistible,” he said just before he kissed her lips softly. He pressed his mouth against hers and sucked on her fleshy, pink lower lip. “Very tasty morsels, baby.” He ran his tongue under her upper lip and sucked it into his mouth.

  Chloe was helpless in the warm cocoon the two men encapsulated her in. Mark’s hands trailed over her hips, lifting her skirt higher.

  “Ah, my pet, what have we here?” he groaned as he slipped his hand onto her moist loins and groaned. “God, you smell so good.” He massaged her swollen labia and slid his finger inside, hooking onto the spongy ganglia of nerves that sat against the front wall of her vagina.

  “Oh lord!” Chloe gasped, clutching at his shoulders. She could feel her legs starting to wobble while her thighs trembled visibly with every brush of his finger, back and forth, over the swollen nub.

  “Damn, angel, you’re so responsive. Fuck, Rex was right. She’s perfect,” Mark muttered against her thigh. He buried his face between her legs and lashed at her moist labia with the flat of his tongue, licking at the trickling nectar she had no control over.

  Chloe cried out when Wade shifted to her side and latched onto her nipple, sucking and drawing on her with deep, sensual pulls. She tilted her hips, desperate to reach the cliff they were rapidly carrying her toward. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets as Mark continued to lick and suck at her satiny folds.

  “I can’t . . . this is too much,” Chloe wailed. Her mind was frayed and spinning due to myriad of sensations that threatened to suck her under. She had never experienced such level of euphoria and it was more than she could cope with. The danger of what was happening flashed through her mind. She was on the verge of capitulating to three men. Three Doms!