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  “Baby, I can assure you that you’ll never get a collar around my neck, nor will I ever be on my knees unless I’m lapping your sweet pussy, and you damn sure won’t have a chance to tie me to your bed. But I assure you, I already know how intense the pleasure is.” He paused, sliding his index finger deeper and twisting, searching for… there it was.

  Mercedes released the stranglehold she had on his dick as she cried out with pleasure, bucking against him, trying to get closer as he rubbed her G-spot with his finger, forcing her closer and closer to the edge. Still gripping her hair, he pulled her head forward until his mouth brushed her ear. “And I promise you, I’ll make you come as many times as I possibly can.” He nipped her ear. “Starting now.”

  Mercedes’s body went stone still, her breaths slamming in and out of her lungs as her climax gripped her. She thought she was hiding it, but Xander felt the way her pussy clamped onto his finger, the way she trembled in his arms.

  He didn’t care if she came quietly or if she screamed so that the fucking neighbors came running to help her. Either way, he was going to make her come again. Very, very soon.

  When she finally relaxed, Xander pulled her to him, ignoring the hard on that was now pounding incessantly between his legs. She might not want to be close to him at the moment, but he couldn’t seem to let her go.

  ~*~*~*~

  Mercedes wasn’t sure how much more of this she could handle. Xander had somehow found a direct link to her pleasure receptors, and he could set her off faster than anything, including her favorite vibrator.

  Now that she was boneless from another intense climax at this man’s hands, she wasn’t sure how she was going to be able to continue to deny him.

  Eventually, he was going to realize she was on the verge of giving in.

  Oh, hell, he already knew that much. She was the only one who believed otherwise.

  When she finally caught her breath, Mercedes pulled out of Xander’s arms and looked up at him. She reached down to readjust her skirt but realized he’d already done that.

  “I’ve got to take a call in a few minutes,” Xander said, still hovering above her. “It’ll be over at noon.” He paused long enough to tip her head back so that she was looking at him. “I want you to seriously think about what I’ve requested. If you choose to give me the five days, I expect to see you in my office at that time.”

  “A little quick, don’t you think?” she retorted, suddenly unsure of herself.

  “No, I don’t. If I had my way, I’d be inside you right here. Right now.”

  A tremor of need shook her from the inside out. The raspy tone of his voice said he was on the edge too.

  “Five days, Mercedes. I want you for five solid days.”

  “I don’t think I’ll last five hours,” she told him honestly. She wasn’t a submissive. It wasn’t like she could flip a switch and become something she wasn’t. That’s what happened in romance novels, not in real life. And this damn sure wasn’t…

  “Give me five days to prove you wrong.”

  … a romance.

  Could he read her mind? She hoped not.

  Regardless, Mercedes wasn’t going to give him an answer right then. She had until noon, which was… shit. It was only a little more than thirty minutes away. Not nearly enough time to make a life altering decision like that one.

  Xander leaned down, pressing his lips to hers gently and then he pulled back. As soon as he stepped away, she feared she might just slide down to the floor. Had it not been for the windows at her back, she would’ve done just that.

  She watched as his impressive form walked right out of the conference room without looking back.

  Dropping into the chair closest to her, Mercedes spun around and stared out the window. How was she supposed to make a decision like this?

  Five freaking days. Was the man serious?

  And when the hell had she even decided she might possibly be able to do this?

  What was she supposed to do now? Did she write out a list of pros and cons? Probably wouldn’t help because she knew good and damn well the pros list would be significantly longer than the cons.

  After all, this was Xander Boone she was talking about.

  The man was infuriating, he was sexy, he was intimidating in a crazy provocative way, and he was downright relentless when he wanted something. She’d seen it on a recurring basis with the properties he wanted. He didn’t take no for an answer, and he didn’t even have to resort to threats to get what he wanted.

  He just got it.

  People rolled over for the man. He had such a persuasive personality; he could get someone to agree, and they would somehow think that the idea had been theirs in the first place.

  And now he’d put her in his sights.

  Mercedes knew what her answer was going to be. It wasn’t an easy decision, but she didn’t have a choice. As much as she wanted to tell him no, she knew she wouldn’t. Giving him five days to prove himself wrong seemed the lesser of two evils. She wasn’t going to be able to give up control. Not even to him.

  Now she just had to come up with a plan to come out a winner at the end of all this. Because being a loser, which meant she’d give her heart and soul to this man, wasn’t even an option.

  Chapter Eight

  Logan held Sam’s hand as he led her around to the passenger side of his truck. They’d worked from home for most of the morning and were just now heading into XTX for an impromptu, not to mention highly inconvenient, Wednesday afternoon meeting with Xavier Thomas, President and CEO of XTX Industries. Not by choice, mind you. If he had his way, Logan would push the meeting to tomorrow and crawl back in bed with his beautiful wife.

  Preferably with Sam naked and riding him. Reverse cowgirl style.

  Logan shifted as his cock stirred at the mental image.

  Holy shit, if he didn’t get his mind out of the gutter, he was going to go caveman and haul her back in the house without thinking twice.

  If it weren’t for that damn meeting…

  “You ok?” he asked her as they neared his truck, hoping she didn’t hear the need in his voice. For whatever reason, he wasn’t all that interested in tackling any major obstacles today, unless of course, one of them was Sam naked.

  Shit.

  “Fine, why?” Based on her startled response, she was clearly off somewhere else in her head. At least he wasn’t the only one.

  “You seem distracted.”

  Sam turned and smiled up at him, and Logan stopped before reaching for the door handle. He waited for her to talk because obviously she had something on her mind.

  “Can we go to Devotion tonight?”

  How had he known she was going to ask that?

  Logan fought the urge to smile. It was true, Sam had come into her own. Sexually speaking, of course.

  The woman was a force to be reckoned with when it came to business, but it wasn’t until a few months into their relationship when she really opened up to her sexual desires. And yes, with Devotion now open, he suspected she would want to experiment at his twin brother’s new club, especially after last night.

  “Tonight?” he asked, pretending he wasn’t all that interested. He wasn’t particular about where they went tonight just as long as he could relax a little.

  “Yes,” she said, clearly catching on to the game he was playing. “You know you want to,” she whispered, leaning into him and up on her toes, her mouth brushing his.

  “What’s in it for me?” he asked, knowing full well what was in it for him.

  “Anything you want.”

  “That right?”

  “Mmm hmm,” she murmured, her lips pressing to his when he leaned down closer for her kiss.

  “Anything?”

  Sam’s eyes opened wide as she stared up at him. “What’d you have in mind?”

  He could see the anticipation in her gaze, knew she’d be begging him to take her back to Devotion so she could relive last night over again. Purposely not answering
her question, Logan redirected, wanting to understand what she was hoping to get out of tonight. “What if Xander isn’t there tonight?”

  “What if he is?” she countered, feigning innocence.

  Leaning over, he swatted her on the butt and then gently urged her toward the truck. They could easily resume this conversation on the way to work. After all, if she continued teasing him like this, he had no qualms about throwing her over his shoulder and carrying her right back into the house. Xavier would just have to get over it.

  After she had settled inside, Logan made his way around to the driver’s side, his mind now going in an entirely different direction. What if Xander were at the club? He hadn’t had the chance to talk to him after the scene last night. There hadn’t been time that morning, though he had sent Mercedes an email after scrounging up her contact info, but she had yet to answer him.

  Once he pulled out of the driveway, Logan glanced over at his wife then turned his eyes back on the road. “Are you interested in what you saw last night, baby?”

  He had asked the same question on their way home from the club, but as far as he was concerned, Sam hadn’t answered him as honestly as he would’ve liked. He figured she was holding back for whatever reason and he wanted to understand before they moved in that direction. He had firsthand experience in what the aftermath did to her when these extracurricular activities didn’t go the way she hoped.

  “Are you referring to the watching? Or are you asking if I’d like to try something like that?” she asked.

  “Participating,” he clarified. He already knew his wife was a voyeur. He happened to like that particular trait of hers.

  “I think it would be interesting to try.”

  “Interesting?” Her use of the word confused him.

  Sam was quiet for a while, and Logan didn’t press her to talk. He knew her. When she was ready, she would answer him.

  They were halfway to the office before she finally spoke.

  “Is this BDSM stuff something you’re interested in?”

  Logan glanced sideways at her. “Depends. I could be persuaded into trying.” Hell, tying her to the bed was one of his favorite pastimes. He damn sure didn’t have any desire to be tied up himself, but she’d already managed that once. He had never let her do it again.

  He felt her eyes on him when she turned to face him. He could sense her mind working, she was going to overthink this again. Not that he didn’t want her to. There were times when Sam needed to think things through, and this was one of them.

  Logan wasn’t much into the BDSM scene, never had been interested, but he knew from her reaction last night that Sam had enjoyed herself immensely. She’d told him so – in explicit, cock-hardening detail after they’d fallen into bed last night.

  But no matter which way you looked at it, BDSM was a far cry from a threesome, at least based on what he saw last night.

  “I don’t know what I want anymore.”

  “Talk to me, Sam.” This was the first time he’d ever heard her frustrated when she talked about their sex life. He knew things had been a little vanilla for the last year and a half because, after Tag, they’d both been hesitant to find someone who might be able to fulfill a role that they both were trying to define individually.

  She didn’t want casual. Logan feared permanent.

  They were at an impasse.

  “I don’t even know how to explain it.”

  “Baby, you’re gonna have to try. This is your show. If you want to try something new, I need to know what it is.”

  “You’re not interested in asking Xander to be…?” she trailed off.

  “No,” he told her now, keeping his eyes on the road. “I don’t think Xander is the right person.” Logan glanced over at her when he said, “But I won’t deny that I had thought about it.”

  “I had too,” she told him, sounding surprised by her own admission.

  Logan knew that she had. He knew his wife better than anyone in the world. He knew what she liked, what she didn’t like, and what she feared. When it came to their sex life, they were on the same page.

  “Do you think Xander would be willing to help us with this BDSM stuff?”

  He knew she was redirecting the conversation much as he had earlier. She was good at that. Instead of trying to turn the conversation back to the bigger question, – was a threesome what she really wanted? – he went ahead and told her what he thought. “I think Xander’s open to giving us a few pointers. As to how far I’ll be willing to go, I don’t know.”

  That was nothing but the truth. Logan enjoyed trying new things. As far as what he wasn’t willing to do, he had a very short list. He would be the first to openly admit that he enjoyed watching Sam with another man. And he knew she enjoyed it too.

  Apparently his wife needed that something more too because ever since Luke had been involved in their sexual encounters back in the very beginning, Sam had craved having another man. But then Tag had been a part of their lives for such a short time, and she’d never been the same after that.

  Logan understood Xander’s belief that Sam was drawn to Logan’s domination. He got that. But that didn’t mean she wanted to venture down the road that neither of them was familiar with.

  Logan knew there were people who didn’t understand various sexual kinks – and yes, he had many – but he also knew it wasn’t necessary for him to explain them. People were entitled to their desires, and he and Sam embraced theirs. Openly. Honestly. Together. And as far as Logan was concerned, that was all that mattered.

  But BDSM? That was an area that Logan knew nothing about aside from the glorified aspects that could be found on practically any website.

  Sure, the scene from last night had been hot as hell. He’d enjoyed watching, but that didn’t mean he would enjoy taking a flogger to Sam. Shit, he was more worried that he would hurt her, and that was the last thing he wanted to do.

  The pain, yeah, well, it wasn’t really his thing.

  And just because Xander believed Sam was more interested in Logan’s dominating side than an actual threesome didn’t mean it was the truth.

  “You can’t tell me that you didn’t like what you saw last night.”

  Logan glanced at Sam and chuckled. “Baby, I buried my cock in your pussy, I don’t think there was any disguising the fact that I liked it. I won’t deny that. That doesn’t mean you’ll enjoy it if you were in Mercedes’s shoes.”

  “Are they together?” Sam asked, damn near giving him whiplash with her abrupt change of the subject. Again.

  “I don’t know.” If she would’ve asked him that question before last night, he would’ve said no, but seeing Xander and Mercedes together… now he had to wonder.

  “If they aren’t, do you think you would reconsider Xander for a threesome?” Although she asked the question directly, Sam sounded incredibly nervous.

  “No,” he stated firmly. He hadn’t yet explained exactly what he and Xander had talked about, but he figured now was as good a time as any. “Sam, Xander’s not the right man for what you’re thinking. He’s a Dom. He’s not going to willingly walk into a situation where he isn’t in control.” Logan knew that from what Xander had told him. “And you know I’m not willing to give up control.”

  Logan heard her shuddered breath, saw her force a smile.

  “I need you to do something for me, Sam,” Logan said, waiting for her to acknowledge him before he continued. “You need to think long and hard about what you want. If you want to pursue this BDSM stuff, I’m game. If you’d prefer to find a third for the future, I’m open to that too. I just need to know which you want more.

  “Unfortunately, I think you’re going to have to make a choice here. I don’t see you getting both. And definitely not with Xander.”

  Logan knew his wife, knew she was going to do some serious thinking. And he’d wait. Patiently. Because, when Sam finally decided what it was she wanted, he knew she’d do what she felt would make them both happy. That’s just
the way she worked. And that’s one of the main reasons he continued to fall in love with her a little more each day.

  Chapter Nine

  Xander hung up the phone and looked up from his desk. He had heard his front door open for the second time about three minutes ago, and there were only a handful of people who had a key to his house. The housekeeper, the cook, his assistant Leah, Shane, and yes, Mercedes.

  Needless to say, he’d been only half paying attention to Hirsh’s incessant rambling on the other end of the phone because he’d been more interested about who was there, praying that Mercedes had come back.

  His heart had pounded frantically in his chest when he heard her leave. If he hadn’t already been on the phone, he would’ve gone after her, but he wanted to get Hirsh off his back once and for all. Not that that’s what happened.

  A quick glance at the clock on his computer and he noticed it was right at noon. It had to be Mercedes.

  Fighting the urge to go in search of her, Xander remained where he was. The whole point was to make her come to him. If she didn’t, then that was his answer. It wasn’t the one he wanted, and he wasn’t certain he would stop pursuing her, but at least it would give him some idea of what he was up against.

  Opening his email, he skimmed through the items in his inbox. There wasn’t anything pressing, and he knew his calendar was clear for the rest of the day, but he had to do something to keep him from jumping out of his seat and going to search for her.

  If he had to guess, Mercedes was pacing the floor in his living room, trying to convince herself to turn around and go back home.

  Looking up from his computer screen, Xander watched as Mercedes stepped into his office.