2013-09-24

Bet
on Ecstasy

Pact of
Seduction, Book 3

Author:  Stacey Kennedy

Publisher:
Loose Id

ISBN:
978-1-62300-462-0

Release
date: September 24, 2013

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Business partners,
Smith and Brock share their fortune, success, and they share their women. A
healthy competitive streak built MDR Software into a multi-million-dollar
enterprise, and their on-going bets continuously raise the stakes. The current
proposition: an arranged ménage encounter through the sex club, Castle Dolce
Vita. The prize: a sexy kitten, Kyra.

While the two wealthy,
powerful men are enough to pique Kyra’s interests to fulfill the Pact of
Seduction and live out her ultimate fantasy, a bet forged between the men comes
with an intriguing promise. Her pleasure is now part of their wager.

Soon, Kyra fights
against her desire for the men as she struggles through the complications of a
ménage relationship. Of course, the men take their bets seriously and are
determined to show Kyra that in this game of seduction no one loses.

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BET ON ECSTASY EXCERPT:

“Prick.” Smith slammed the pool cue down on the table,
cursing the game that had cost him a thousand dollars. The muscles in his neck
ached, as did the throb in his head from concentrating on winning for the last
twenty minutes.

His business partner, Brock, laughed. The black ball spun
in the corner pocket, and the white ball swept up the table to hit one of
Smith’s two remaining striped balls. “Pay up,” Brock stated.

Smith scowled at the glow in Brock’s blue-gray eyes. He
mentally flipped Brock off for his satisfied smirk. With a snort, Smith grabbed
his wallet from his back pocket, then tossed the money onto the pool table.
“You got lucky.”

“Lucky!” Brock gave a booming laugh. “It’s all skill,
buddy.”

He cursed again under his breath, dropping down into the
leather seat in the corner of his office. Perhaps he shouldn’t have purchased
the new pool table. Then he wouldn’t have had his ass handed to him.

His secretary had thought he’d lost his mind when he asked
her to place the order. Smith figured it made total sense. A game in between
the long hours he worked kept him sane, which made a thought rise. “Did you go
through the last stack of résumés?”

Brock nodded. “Sure did, but no one stood out.”

Smith pointed. “You’re too damn picky.” He’d seen at least
four résumés that fit exactly what they were looking for to hire new employees
to ease up their workload.

Brock grinned. “Perhaps.” He hesitated, then gave a
halfhearted shrug. “Why change something that works.”

Even if the month-long search grated on Smith’s last nerve,
he also couldn’t deny the truth behind Brock’s statement.

MDR Software had been built upon years of hard work and
sweat, not only from Smith, but from Brock too. When the company had celebrated
its five-year anniversary, it had grown into a million-dollar venture in
Chicago. After the takeover a year later of fellow software company HighDot,
located in the heart of Baltimore, MDR’s worth tripled.

Brock leaned against the pool table, his gaze glowing. “New
bet?”

“You emptied my wallet, who says I want another bet?”

While Smith did have money in the bank, he didn't have any
other cash on him. It had taken a good year to stop the memories of living
paycheck to paycheck and pinching every penny. Though he’d grown more
comfortable with money, he’d never forget when they first opened the company,
he ate hotdogs for an entire month.

“Not interested in winning your cash back?” Brock asked,
stretching his arms.

The sardonic look Brock delivered usually raised the stakes
in their bets. A competitive streak had remained healthy between them, and not
only in business. For the most part, Smith enjoyed betting on things, except
when he lost. “Possibly.”

Smith laced his fingers behind his head, catching a glimpse
of the Baltimore skyline out the large panoramic window. The dark night was
typical. There wasn’t a day he, or Brock, didn’t put in a ten-hour shift.

Hard work made for a solid company. Yet the long hours had
also been the reason why Smith had been pushing for new employees. He wanted a
life, not more time in his damned office.

The telephone next to Smith rang once, and Brock’s grin
became sinful. Smith’s irritation at the loss of the game morphed into a new
type of heat, pooling low in his groin. He reached for the phone on the side
table, then held it to his ear. “Smith.”

“Kyra Garner is here to see you,” the security man,
Antonio, said. “I realize it’s late, but she said you were expecting her.”

“Send her up.” Smith placed the phone back on the base,
spotting Brock’s expression shift in intensity. Smith also sensed the growing
impulse to control and conquer. It’d been a long day waiting for Kyra to
arrive, and now Brock’s question held a stronger appeal. “I take it she’s the
bet?” At Brock’s nod, he added, “What’s the wager?”

Brock smirked. “Ecstasy.”

Smith had always understood why women flocked to Brock; his
charisma, handsome features, matched with a lighthearted personality impressed
the ladies. Smith witnessed the toughest businesswomen crack under the assault
of that smile. “Bet on ecstasy, hmm?” He rubbed his jaw, considering the
proposition. “I’m intrigued, but why that one?”

Brock lifted a lazy shoulder. “Any other bet would make us
assholes.”

Smith nearly offered a bet on who Kyra would take an
interest in, perhaps who she might want to date when the night concluded. It
had happened before. Smith had attempted to date two of the women he’d met
through ménage adventures with Brock. The last woman had become near obsessive,
causing Smith to shut her down when she showed up at his office. The only thing
that resulted from any relationship lately was money-hungry women who wanted a
certain lifestyle he wouldn’t give them.

Even the women he dated who weren’t into ménage
relationships ended up more interested in where he took them for dinner. The
social circuit in Baltimore had been disappointing and hadn’t given him
anything other than one-night stands.

After consideration, he dismissed the thought of his idea
for the bet. Anything too emotional crossed a line neither him, nor Brock,
would cross. He preferred no-strings-attached sex, but he wasn’t a coldhearted
bastard. “Interesting bet. Indeed.”

Brock ran a hand through his sandy-colored messily styled
hair, which amused Smith. No matter if they were surrounded by millionaires, at
work, or watching Sunday-night football, his hair always remained disheveled.
“Christ, she’ll reap the rewards anyway.”

From what Smith heard out in the hallway, Kyra was nearly
at his office, her high heels clicking along the marble floor. “No one loses,”
Smith agreed. “Well, except one of us, which will be you.”

“Dream on.” Brock jumped off the pool table as the sound of
her heels against the floor drew closer. “You in?”

Smith nodded. “Double it up.”

The clicks of Kyra’s heels sounded right outside the door.
One second passed of silence—far longer than he expected. He wondered if she
searched for bravery. When she finally entered through the opened door, the
sight of her stunned him, and his entire body came to life.

His cock hardened to steel, causing him to groan as raw
primal need tensed his muscles. He experienced a pull to her that shocked the
wind right out of his lungs—it was more than lust; it was raw chemistry. Kyra
was beautiful.

Standing at the doorway, she offered a sweet smile that
held a mysterious edge. Her green eyes were a stunning light color he’d never
seen before. Her long black hair would drape beautifully over his thighs when
her puffy lips pleasured him.

“Hello, Kyra,” he murmured.

She strode into the office with a confidence he favored in
women, chin high, gaze fixated directly on him. Once in the center of the
office, she licked those lovely glossy pink lips. “Smith.” Her gaze cut to the
right. “Brock.”

“Pleasure to meet you.” Brock winked, a playful smile
teasing the corners of his mouth. “I mean to say, in person, and not through
e-mails and texts.”

Her laughter was as lovely as the women who owned it. “Yes,
exactly.”

Smith stood from the chair in the corner, gesturing to the
leather couch. “Please take a seat.”

Kyra approached the couch, and her scent carried to him.
Smith inhaled the mix of flowers and spice that suited her. Sweet with a slice
of fire. He reveled in that combination. “Would you like a glass of wine?”

Her smile was polite. “Yes, thank you.”

Smith chuckled under his breath, unable to stop himself. An
outsider would think she arrived tonight for business. Kyra looked all too
proper in her rose-colored blouse and black pencil skirt, but her killer legs
were anything but appropriate.

The meeting tonight had nothing to do with discussing
software.

Brock closed the office door and locked it before he
dropped down into the couch across from her, while Smith retrieved her wine
from the small bar in the corner.

“Do tell us, Kyra, about this pact of seduction you made
with your friends,” Brock said. “I must admit, I found your ad at the Castle
Dolce Vita…appealing.”

A personal ad Smith and Brock had stumbled upon late one
night on the Web site’s forum. Castle Dolce Vita was located out of Bowleys
Quarters, a half-hour drive from Baltimore. The castle catered to everything
from ménage encounters to BDSM to just about anything the mind could conjure.

Smith poured her wine and corked the bottle. He turned to
hear her reply in a strong voice, “It’s a silly pact between friends to live
out our ultimate fantasies. Call it boredom, or maybe insanity, but that’s the
gist of it. Two of my friends have already completed the pact, and so, here I
am.”

Smith enjoyed the strength Kyra portrayed. Most women
wouldn’t voice such thoughts so freely without a stumble in speech or mere
hesitation. Impressed by her, he approached, eyeing her silky calf crossed over
her knee, envisioning exactly where and how he planned to touch her.

Smith reached her, raised his attention to her face, and
she bewitched him with her elegance. He offered her the wineglass. “You all
joined the Castle Dolce Vita to fulfill this pact?”

She accepted the glass and as she did, he brushed his
fingers over hers. Kyra’s eyes widened, breath hitched. “Yes, we all joined. It
seemed like the best place to find others looking for similar ventures.”

The perfect place, Smith thought.

Though that interested him, he couldn’t take his eyes off
her, more than pleased he wasn’t the only one affected by the clear heat
between them. Tonight would be enjoyable for all, if her reactions were
anything like she’d shown from the simple touch.

He and Brock had both been members of Castle Dolce Vita
since they relocated to Baltimore. Of course, they also had visited many sex
clubs around the country who catered to sexual exploration. He’d reveled in the
freedom. No emotions. No needy women. He could have fun, then walk away.

While both of them had numerous relationships throughout
the years, some lasting longer than others, all failed miserably. Their tastes
included an active sexual appetite. Smith had never met a woman who fulfilled
him enough, and none of their ménage relationships had ever worked out. The
women they’d been with had thought they could handle two men, but it always
turned out two was just a little too much.

“Why are you members?” Kyra asked.

Simple question. Simple answer.

Together, they weren’t only solid partners in business and
excelled at their work, but with a woman between them, they shone. They’d
shared their fortune, success, and enjoyed sharing their women.

Smith watched as Kyra took a sip of her wine and her eyes
fluttered closed, indicating she enjoyed the taste of the wine. At six hundred
dollars a bottle, Smith wasn’t surprised. He sat down in the leather chair to
her left, gazing over the long lines of her shapely, silky legs.

Images of them wrapped around his waist while he drove into
her could be his undoing. He forced his gaze onto her face again, which was
currently turning a lovely rose color under his examination.

Smith liked the effect he had on her.

He fought to remember her question and cleared his throat.
“Our business is our top priority. This tends to mean our time is limited. The
castle has provided a means for us to enjoy sex without involving
relationships. Also, it has the highest form of privacy.” Even he heard the
cold distance in his voice and saw her eyebrows rise.

Every person who joined the castle signed a waiver swearing
to keep things private and not share identities to nonmembers, and everyone
went through STD and AIDS testing. Smith preferred knowing his sexual partners
were clean rather than having casual sex with strangers from a nightclub, and
the privacy of the castle offered a sense of freedom.

Kyra took another mouthful of her wine, then with a twinkle
in her eyes, tipped the glass at him. “Understandable. Privacy is something I
can appreciate too.”

Woman, you are to be appreciated, and then some.

Brock chuckled at Smith, clearly reading his thoughts. He
turned to Kyra. “Tell us a little something of yourself. More than the basic
details in the profile we saw when we discovered you, kitten.”

The side of her mouth arched at the nickname indicating she
didn’t mind, and why would she? Smith had no doubt Brock lowered his voice to
inflict a straight attack on her hormones.

“I’d prefer if we kept the small talk to minimum,” she
said.

Smith leaned back in his seat. He’d never met a woman who
didn’t want some type of intimate connection before they had sex. Not in any of
the encounters that had been arranged through the castle, or relationships out
of the castle for that matter.

He lifted his chin. “All business, then?”

She drank a larger sip of her wine before she lowered the
glass. “We’re not here to get to know one another, are we? We’re here to
fulfill my ménage fantasy.” Her eyebrows rose higher. “That is what we agreed
to, yes?”

“All action. No talking.” Brock’s grin widened as he rubbed
his jawline. “Damn, kitten, you’re my type of woman.”

While Brock seemed eager and accepting of her response,
Smith wasn’t so easily swayed. Women, even if they came in different colors and
shapes, were still women rich with emotions. Right now, Kyra acted more like a
man, void of any emotional connection. “Are you comfortable with that
arrangement, Kyra?”

Her deep swallow displayed her nerves, but she sipped her
wine in haste controlling the reaction. “I prefer it.”

Smith grinned at her while she shifted uneasily in her
seat. He enjoyed that he unnerved her, since her presence gave him a hefty
erection. Plus, she made him far more interested than he’d ever been in any
woman.

While he believed she had, in fact, lied to him with her
answer, he wouldn’t speculate as to why. He also wouldn’t argue it out with her
either. Her emotions belonged to her. “Fair enough.”

He paused while she drank her wine again. Once he had her
fixated on him, he leaned forward, resting his arms on his elbows. “It’s
important you’re aware of what’s ahead of you tonight. Before you arrived,
Brock and I decided to make a bet on you, if you’re agreeable.”

Suspicion darkened her eyes as she lowered her glass onto
her lap. “What sort of bet?”

“Your orgasms,” Brock declared.

A blush crept over her face, yet her expression didn’t hold
any wrath at such a bet, which Smith would’ve expected. She blinked. “E-excuse
me?”

Brock added, “The wager is simple: orgasms for points.
Whoever gains the most points from your pleasure by the end of the night wins
the money.”

Her pupils dilated, and her lips arched up into a sexy
smile. “Might I ask what the value of this bet is?”

“Two thousand dollars,” Smith stated.

All the heated reaction vanished in a millisecond replaced
by wide eyes, and her mouth fell open. She glanced around the office as she
must’ve realized their wealth. Maybe only now she realized they didn’t just
work at MDR Software, but they owned the company.

Smith had seen the reaction many times—fancy things
impressed women, sparkly things even more. What he hadn’t ever seen before,
once the surprise faded from her eyes, she didn’t seem at all interested in
that. “Seriously, a two-thousand-dollar bet on my orgasms?”

“Yes, kitten, we’re quite serious.” Brock grinned. “Are you
willing?”

Christ, Smith could only grip the armrests to stop himself
from going to her, tossing her legs over his shoulders, and having himself a
snack. No woman had ever made him this damn hard.

In a slow, seductive slide of her finger she traced the rim
of her glass as she regarded them. “I’m agreeable to join the bet.” Her cheeks
flushed a color that wreaked havoc on Smith’s cock, making it ache in need.
“But I’m afraid there’s a problem.”

Smith forced his attention away from her slender finger
that he hoped would make a similar move on his dick. He also ignored her
pinkish cheeks that he prayed burned deeper while she writhed beneath him.
“Which is?”

She hesitated, then said on a quick breath, “I don’t orgasm
easily.”

Smith smiled. As if that would be a problem. But it was
glaringly obvious she pretended to be a sex kitten who was, in fact, more or
less, in way over her beautiful head.

He could see himself respecting a woman like Kyra.

He exchanged a look with Brock, who gave him a firm nod,
indicating their thoughts ran on the same line. Smith turned to Kyra again, and
he noticed how she squirmed in her seat.

Exactly how he wanted her.

Smith appreciated a confident woman who fought to be brave,
and he respected the trait, yet without a certain vulnerability to her, the
appeal would fade. He loved pink cheeks and a stunned speechless woman under
his touch. More to the point, enjoyed when a woman unraveled in his presence.
To hold such heady power fed a greedy part in his soul.

In the minutes Kyra had been in his office, she’d given him
all these things.

He tilted his head, regarding the treat awaiting him on the
couch. “Quite the dilemma, isn’t it?” He stood from his seat and approached
her. It delighted him how she sucked in a deep breath, and how ragged it
sounded from her parted lips.

Once in front of her, he took the wineglass from her hands.
The stunning clarity in her eyes mesmerized him. “Sit on the desk. Do not cross
your legs.”

Her eyes blazed with reservations, even as she licked her
lips. “Why?”

Smith scanned over her long, beautiful neck, her silky skin
stretching over her hammering pulse. “We take our bets seriously and need to
know what we’re up against. It’s a lot of money to wager if it’s bound to
fail.” He leaned down into her face, his cock pressed against the zipper in his
slacks. “Get on the desk, Kyra.”

Stacey
Kennedy is an urban fantasy lover at heart, but she also enjoys losing herself
in dark and sensual worlds. She lives in southwestern Ontario with her husband,
who gave her a happily-ever-after. Together, they have two small children who
can always make her smile, and who will never be allowed to read Mommy’s books.
If she’s not plugging away at a new story, you’ll find her camping, curling up
with the latest flick, or obsessing over Supernatural, True Blood, Lost Girl,
and Sons of Anarchy.

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