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for myself in a male dominated field. I kept my gender under wraps until I was
able to let my expertise speak for itself. But I was knocked off my axis when I
ran into Arden, the man I had compared all men to since our one night together.
Now he was taken—by another man—a very dominant man.
her. From the very beginning, Daimen and I agreed to our non-traditional
life—two men loving one another until we found that woman we could claim as
ours. Now, she was standing in front of me, unaware she was a marked woman.
submitted to me, was a dream come true. That was until a sexy and sassy blonde
entered our life and turned it upside down. I see something in her that scared
me. But I would make her mine, mine and Arden’s. Claiming hatred would follow
us everywhere, Elliot fought us at every turn.
ever after or will she leave us heartbroken?
Shiraz as my only company, the beautiful voice of Norah Jones as my backdrop,
and the memories of Daimen and Arden together in their office, I stared
aimlessly at the same scuff mark on my wall. Hell, shit and about a dozen other
curse words flitted through my mind at Daimen taking Arden over his desk. Yep,
of course, Daimen would top Arden. That was not surprising nor was how my body
reacted to them. Two hot men together. Forget Pornhub, I’d just replay them in
my mind forever.
reached for my cell. Freaking hell, I had twenty missed calls from Arden and
facts, and in his tone, that was what he was after.
right—Arden told me tonight that they are looking to add a woman to their
committed relationship.” I waited for some sort of reaction from my best
friend, but I got none, at all. “I shouldn’t be blindsided especially after I
walked in on them fucking like rabbits in the office. But I am. I thought I’d
dodged this bullet. But then, he told me they wanted me. Shit, Andrew. Can you
Looking at the phone to make sure we were still connected, I finally heard him.
“First, fuck, was it hot, them fucking like that?”
and though I wouldn’t admit it to my best friend, it was hotter than
mother, veteran and a wife of a cancer survivor. Originally with a degree in
education, she started writing as an outlet that has led to a deep passion. She
lugs her computer with her as she crafts her next story. Her imaginary
friends become real on her pages as she creates a world for them. She loves
pretty nails, spikey hair and large earrings. Leigh can be found drinking
coffee or wine, depending on the time of the day.