Ménage Place: Books Five-Six-Seven-Eight (Ménage Place Collection Book 2) by Tatumn Dixon

Author:Tatumn Dixon [Dixon, Tatumn]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2021-12-15T00:00:00+00:00

Ménage Place

Book Seven

TATUMN DIXON

Chapter One

​“Are you insane?” I protest, crossing my arms across my exposed breasts as Mack makes himself at home in the shower. “Get out of here!”

​The fact he barged in, as if invited, infuriates me. My blood boils over as Mack pouts his lower lip and playfully sprays me with the sleek showerhead in his grasp. “You don’t mean that.”

​I stomp my foot to prove how serious I am about demanding he leave. “Do not tell me what I mean or don’t mean. If I said it, I meant it.”

​A tiny smirk forms on Mack’s lips as his sea-colored eyes squint into a smile. He’s enjoying this and it only makes me madder. “Okay, okay! I’ll go! If it’s really what you want.”

​“It is,” I snap, turning away as I wait for him to leave.

​Mack aims the warm stream of water toward my back and it trickles down the curve of my ass. I hate to admit it, but the strong pulse, coupled with the sensual, heated flow over my backside, feels amazing. I instinctively moan with pleasure and quickly curse myself for temporarily losing my composure.

​“Was that a blissful hum I heard coming from your side of the shower?”

​I spin back around to insist Mack leave this instant, but when I clap eyes on him, he’s holding the silver rod over his head, with his sexy square chin tilted toward the ceiling, relishing the feel of warmth pouring over his body.

​With his kind eyes closed, sculpted muscles tense, and a rock-hard dick, Mack renders me speechless. Goose bumps prick out of my skin as he rakes his manly hands through his wet, blonde curls. The world stops spinning, and Mack’s movements blur into slow motion, as my ears are flooded with the sound of my heart pounding in my chest. I fight against the magnetic draw tugging at my body. Every fiber of my being wants to fall into this man’s arms, but my brain keeps flashing images of him and the brunette…in various stages of sex. First at the pool. Then, on the other side of the glass wall in the playroom. Mack belongs to someone. He’s taken. And that makes him off-limits.

​“Does your girlfriend know where you are?” I ask, hoping guilt will get him to leave before I do something I’ll later regret.

​Latching his gaze onto mine, Mack replies, “Helena isn’t my girlfriend.”

​I scoff at an answer I should have expected. “She sure looked like your girlfriend from my side of the glass wall.”

​Mack replaces the showerhead on its hook and coolly pumps some shampoo into his hand from the dispenser on the wall. “Was the owner of the cock in your mouth your boyfriend? Because from my side of the glass wall, he sure looked like your boyfriend.”

​Trying to hide my smile, I shake my head. “Touché.”

​Mack might have a point. This is a sex club, after all. Like me and Griff, they simply could be fuck buddies. Regardless, I don’t like the emotions that are bubbling to the surface.

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