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After her sister goes missing, Alena Malloy travels to Blue Springs, Maine—her sister’s last known location—to track her down. As she begins her search, however, Alena’s efforts quickly bring her into conflict with Randy Janzen, the local sheriff, and Nash Osbourne, a Scotland Yard detective involved in the case due to its similarity with a recent disappearance in the UK.
Randy and Nash make it quite clear to Alena that they expect her to avoid interfering with their work, and when she defies them one time too many she earns herself a painful, embarrassing spanking. The humiliating punishment ignites a powerful desire in Alena, and despite her sore backside she finds herself yearning to be mastered more thoroughly.
The two stern, handsome lawmen agree to share Alena, and soon enough she is begging for more. But when Alena’s continued meddling in the investigation puts her life in grave danger, will Randy and Nash be able to protect her?
Publisher’s Note: Dangerous Interference includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
SCENE 1: PG
“Oh, good Lord.” There went those tingles dancing their way down her spine when both men leveled those identical, intent gazes on her, forcing her to mutter aloud without even realizing it.
“Nothing you two getting up and leaving won’t solve,” she returned, as sweet as her cinnamon roll while making a mental note to have a serious talk with her girly parts later about who was in control.
“One would think you don’t like us, luv,” Nash put in before turning a charming smile upon Carlee when she returned and set a cup of coffee in front of each of them. “Thank you, Carlee, and don’t you look pretty today.”
Carlee gave his broad shoulder a playful slap. “The gals back in London might fall for that, but we’re a bit smarter over here.”
Alena sure wished she could lay claim to having an ounce of brains when she heard either that British accent or Randy’s low, commanding voice. Trying to ignore the way her heartbeat had accelerated and the uncomfortable dampness in her crotch, she plopped another bite of cinnamon roll in her mouth, this one with a good amount of melted icing on top that had her chewing with slow relish.
“Shit,” Randy groaned, the look on Alena’s face as she ate responsible for the uncomfortable shift of his cock. Luckily, Carlee’s next statement took his attention off the lust she could inspire with the simplest things and returned it to why they had stopped in the diner when they spotted her bright red head inside.
SCENE 2: PG17
“Am I going to have to put a tail on you for the rest of your stay, Alena?” And by that he meant either he or Nash keeping close tabs on her.
Wanting a little payback, she presented him with a soft smile and drawled with feigned innocence, “Why, whatever do you mean, Sheriff?” Laying a small bite of roll on her tongue, she took her time licking her two fingers before releasing a low, “Mmmmm,” from deep in her throat.
“Bugger it.” This time it was Nash’s turn to swear and Randy sent him a quick look of commiseration before scowling at her again, not that he thought his fiercest glare would do any good. He knew Nash, just like him, was picturing that same satisfaction reflected on her face as he, or they, brought her to climax.
“You keep it up, you’ll force me to up the consequences for your interference. Which would you prefer, my belt or a night or two in my jail?”
Okay, that just wasn’t right. Her body’s instant reaction of a gush of moisture between her legs to that threat was as unnerving as standing too close to the edge of a cliff, a cliff she’d been maintaining a precarious balance on since first setting eyes on those two. Both men made her look twice, which said something; the fact they each made her fantasize and want, made her ache, screamed it. She was in trouble.
SCENE 3: R
She knew what they intended before the first dual, sharp smacks landed on her cheeks and she jerked against the stinging heat. Biting her lip, she refused to cry out, or look up to see if the Hirsts or Carlee were watching, or question why what should be humiliating was so damned arousing.
“There’ll be more than three people watching this weekend,” Nash warned her as they both slapped her again, her skin warming nicely under his hand, her slit already glistening with proof of her arousal. The restless shift of her hips drew a smile from both of them, her impatience a come-on they couldn’t resist.
“Think you’ll be able to bend over like this in a room full of people who have an up-close seat to what we do to you? Without complaining,” he added with the next smack that set those soft, round globes to jiggling.
With the now familiar burn spreading over her butt and her sheath pulsing in tune to the painful throbbing encompassing her entire backside, she had no choice but to gasp, “Yes!” in acceptance. The truth was, at this point she doubted she could deny them anything, anytime, anywhere. Which would have her balking if she wasn’t in such dire need that increased with each blistering smack.
“Oh, good Lord,” she moaned when they shifted their aims to belabor the tender skin of the under curves of her buttocks. The steady barrage of double swats became almost too much to take in. Receiving twice the heat and pain all at once tossed her into a spiraling downfall that both excited and scared her.
“I hope so, Alena, because if you screw up, you won’t like the consequences.”
Nash sent a significant look between her legs where the visible proof of her pleasure couldn’t be missed, asking, “Are you sure of that, Randy?” as they delivered a couple of slaps on her thighs before palming her reddened flesh.
“With this one, I’ve never been sure of anything.”
SCENE 4: X
“Take a deep breath, luv,” Nash suggested right before slipping into the furnace of her tight pussy. She closed around him in a greedy clasp, her slick walls caressing his length in small, milking contractions as soon as he was balls-deep inside her. “God, you feel good.”
He pressed her head to his shoulder, the image of her scared face when Randy opened his door searing him anew. He swore when he caught the bastard who terrorized her he’d give him a taste of his own medicine before assisting the sheriff in locking his ass up. With her soft body wrapped around him and his cock enveloped in her equally soft pussy, he prayed he had the strength to hold back long enough to assist Randy.
“Another deep breath now.” Gliding his hands down her damp back to her warm ass, he gripped her buttocks and spread them even wider.
“Thanks.” Randy probed her anus with short, jabbing strokes, using two then three well lubed fingers before pushing with slow precision inside her tight channel. “Do you still want this, baby? Want us?”
A muffled “Yes” came from where she kept her face buried in Nash’s shoulder, followed by an impatient shift of her hips.
“Good enough.” Nash pulled away from her tight clasp long enough to give Randy time to slowly take her ass. When his partner finally said, “I’m good, let’s do it,” he pressed back in as Randy pulled out. Having done this together only twice before, it surprised him how quickly and easily they fell into a tandem rhythm, and, from her mewling cries and spasming vagina, how fast she responded to their dual penetration.
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