Sweet Little Spies (Masters & Mercenaries – New Recruits #3) Read Online Lexi Blake

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Contemporary, Erotic Tags Authors: Series: Masters & Mercenaries - New Recruits Series by Lexi Blake
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Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 133213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
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Aidan straightened up, reacting on instinct and obeying the silent command. “Yes?”

“I want her naked.”

Aidan’s lips curled up in a decadent smile. “Yes, Sir.”

Carys groaned. “That shouldn’t be so sexy.”

But it was. “In the bedroom. I can’t be certain your cousin won’t get those glasses fixed and come back.”

Aidan took her hand and led her through. Tristan followed, closing the French doors behind him and making sure they locked.

Aidan stopped in the middle of the luxurious room in front of the four-poster bed where they would lay her out like a feast for two men.

Tristan stopped and watched as Aidan moved behind her, unhooking her bra and tossing it to the side. His hands came around her waist, moving up until he cupped her breasts, fingers toying with the nipples as he made eye contact with Tris over her shoulder.

His partner. His best friend. Aidan was part of his forever, and he didn’t care if everyone knew it. “Take off her pants. I want to see her pussy. I want to watch you make her wet and needy before she sucks our cocks.”

A glaze of desire coated her glorious emerald eyes, and he saw her breath hitch. Damn, but she needed this. He hoped they’d gotten through to her, but if logic didn’t work, maybe submission would.

Aidan went on his knees, dragging the slacks off her. She’d chucked her espadrilles the minute they’d walked in the room, so the slacks came off with ease, and then she was standing in silky undies. Undies with a wet spot already.

“Spread your legs, Carys,” Tristan ordered. “Aidan, I think you should explore a little. See if our pretty sub is ready for what we want to do to her.”

Carys’s bottom lip disappeared behind her teeth. “What do you want to do to me, Sir?”

She wanted some dirty talk? He could give it to her. “I want what I’ve been missing all these years. I want to fuck your ass while Aidan takes your sweet pussy. I want to feel his cock slide against mine while we’re both inside you. I want to imprint myself on you so you never forget you belong to the two of us.”

“And you belong to me,” Carys said, fire in her eyes.

“Fuck, yes, I belong to you, and I forgot what that meant for a while. I forgot it meant we face everything together, and if I feel left out or like I need to prove something, I talk to you.” He wasn’t going into a heavy relationship discussion, but he could tell her how he felt. “I want connection with the two people I love more than anyone in the world. Now spread your legs and let Aidan test your pussy.”

She slid her legs apart, her eyes on him as Aidan shifted until he was in front of her. He pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it over on top of her clothes, and then did what came naturally. He leaned in and rubbed his nose over that damp patch of silk, breathing her in.

Carys gasped and seemed to struggle to stay standing as Aidan rubbed her sensitive flesh through her panties.

“Play with your nipples.” He meant what he’d said before. He loved to watch them together. It got him hot, and his cock was pressing against the fly of his slacks. Bossing them around during sex did it for him, too.

Carys’s hands came up, running over her breasts while Aidan started to slide her undies down her legs. Her manicured fingers played, rolling her nipples between them.

His clothes were suddenly far too tight. He unbuttoned his shirt and pulled the belt from his pants. Her eyes flared at the sight.

Did she want some discipline while Aidan tongued her? Tristan doubled the belt over and slapped it against his hand, letting the sound echo through the room.

Carys groaned, and he knew she was begging for it.

“This isn’t about punishment,” Tris began, closing the distance between them. He stared at her gorgeous backside for a moment, reaching out to touch her silky skin. “This is for fun, baby. Aidan, you hold her.”

She would be caught between the pleasure of Aidan’s mouth and the satisfying sting of Tristan’s belt. Aidan’s arms wound around her legs, catching and holding her in a cage of muscle, never letting up on the slow strokes of his tongue.

Tris pulled back the belt and then let it crack over her ass, the sound sending a thrill through him, satisfying a place deep inside him. The sadist who lived inside, who was tempered always by the man who loved. He only needed these two people, and only needed to give them the pain they needed to enhance their pleasure.

“Fuck,” Aidan said. “Do it again. I swear she’s already close.”

He struck again and again, the belt leaving light marks that would be gone by morning, but it was enough. When he saw her spine start to bow, he realized this might be over long before he wanted. “Stop.”


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