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THREE CEOs FOR VALENTINE’S

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They thought a joint venture would be risky, until they met Jenny.

Fighting gaping debts and hostile takeovers proved a stroll in the proverbial park for Derrick Welch, Bryant McKinney, and Mitch Brewer after they partnered to launch Sexy & Sinful Spa & Resort. The riskiest business lay ahead. Steamy bedroom games featuring their curvy general manager made for a welcoming distraction, but one that could cause them their companies.

When medical expenses threatened Jenny Taylor with bankruptcy, she searched for a second job. She never expected her life to be turned upside down by her new bosses. Drop-dead gorgeous men didn’t intimidate her. At her other job with Club Desire, she catered to the most demanding men and women: New Orleans’s referral-only private club’s clientele. But Derrick, Bryant, and Mitch took seduction to a whole new level.

They thought one debauchery-filled Valentine’s night would be enough, only to discover they craved a lifetime together.

SNEAK PEEK – THREE CEOs FOR VALENTINE’S

Leaving the cacophony of the Lounge behind, Jenny made her way back to the hostess podium. As she ambled down the corridor, soft moans reached her ears through the countless closed doors. Each one led to a dungeon for masters and subs, or a bedroom for equal partners. People finding release in whatever kind of kink they favored.

When her eyes fixated on the two men talking to Fran, those sexy sounds became a fitting soundtrack to her body’s response to them. Club Desire housed the most attractive men, both patrons and staff. Jenny dealt with them on a regular basis, but the two Greek gods towering over Fran took drop-dead gorgeous to a whole new level.

Made-to-order suits clung to their lean bodies, hinting at bulging muscles underneath the soft fabric. Ginger and dirty-blond hair stylishly done to look messy. Square jaws covered in neatly trimmed hair. When both their stares locked on her, she felt the full blast of their power of seduction. They owned their sex appeal and wielded it as a weapon.

So damn sexy.

Sinfully seductive.

Jenny held their stare, then looked over Fran’s shoulder to glance at their information sheets. Club Desire prided itself on providing its clientele with everything they craved before patrons even knew they craved it. From hostesses to subs and masters to bartenders, everyone studied the clients, so members didn’t have to ask for anything. Most times, names became unnecessary. That made patrons’ information sheets one of the most precious assets of the club.

Scanning the newcomers’ papers, she realized they came highly recommended. Carol Sullivan, a NYSE legend, used to be one of the club’s best clients before she found her happily ever after.

“Bryant McKinney”—Fran nodded to the ginger with piercing whiskey eyes—“and Mitch Brewer booked the purple dungeon and Cheryl for the night. Have you seen her around, Jenny?”

Jenny eyeballed them before shaking her head. She was impressed and didn’t hide it.

Their six-foot-six height contrasted with her natural five-foot-one. Even with the boost of a couple of inches from her impossibly high fuck-me pumps, Jenny’s head barely reached their chests.

The appreciative gleam in their eyes as they lazily took in her red latex dress that accentuated her dark hair and made her blue eyes sparkle flooded her sex with warmth. She also had dimples and wasn’t afraid to use them.

Mitch exchanged a brief look with Bryant before addressing Fran. “We wouldn’t mind a substitution, if your colleague here were to accommodate us.”

Mitch’s electrifying grin reflected in his baby-blue eyes with devastating effects. Jenny would gladly accommodate those two hunks. Probably literally. Her girly parts clapped with excited anticipation.

“I must point out that you’ve booked a sub. Jen is a mistress. Club Desire puts clients’ wishes first. So, I must ensure we’re on the same page about expectations.”

Jenny didn’t need the not-so-subtle nudging, but she swallowed a rude remark. She had had her differences with Fran in the past, so better keep them there.

“Glad to flip,” she promised.

“Thank you.” Bryant’s velvety voice wrapped around her, making her blood zing in her ears.