Shayla Black: Their Virgin Secretary

Was Kellan going to take her up on her offer? Was he going to visit her for sex, then go back to his life in Chicago? It had seemed all right when she’d made the offer weeks ago, but now she wasn’t sure she could surrender herself to him all night, then watch him leave the next morning.

After discovering that none of the men were in the living room or the library, Belle started up the stairs. She’d watched them talking together through the end of the party. They’d had their heads together, and their conspiratorial air had given her pause. What were they up to? They’d given every appearance of plotting and planning together. Had they been deciding how to tell her she’d have two husbands, not three?

Belle stopped just short of the third floor. When she closed her eyes, she could still see Kellan lying on her bedroom floor, wounded. Bleeding. That night, she’d been so scared he would die. She’d pressed her hands to his body, as if trying to push her life force into him. She’d refused to let him go then. She wasn’t sure she could do it now.

No matter what he told her tonight, she couldn’t give up on him. He had a second chance. So did she. Belle intended to fight harder than ever.

Resolve settled over her like a warm blanket. Kell was evolving. He’d gone to DC and confronted his father. He’d reached out to start a relationship with his brother. Those two things had been inconceivable a few weeks before. But now, Kellan was accepting his past in a way he never had. She had to believe he’d come around in time. She would wear him down, give him so much love he wouldn’t be able to say no to her in the end.

She opened the door, ready to don something sexy and fight for her reluctant man as she seduced the other two.

But Kellan stood in the middle of the room, looking absolutely perfect in his suit and tie. Eric and Tate flanked him. Someone had transformed the place.

Belle looked around in complete wonder. “How did you do this?”

Everywhere she looked, the room seemed soft and romantic. At least a hundred candles lit the room with gauzy splendor. And dozens of bouquets of her favorite flowers, calla lilies, lay all around the room.

“Haven’t you figured it out yet?” Kellan asked, his voice tight with some unnamed emotion. “This place is magical.”

Tears filled her eyes. “I thought it was haunted.”

“Not anymore,” Eric said with a gentle smile. “Not since we found a real medium to cleanse the place.”

Tate frowned. “I knew I should have researched Helena… Geez.”

Belle laughed. These men were the magical ones, all so different and yet somehow they made each other complete. She couldn’t live without any of them. She hoped like hell she wouldn’t have to.

Her heart nearly stopped when Kellan dropped to one knee.

“Belle, I know you’ve already answered this question for the other two, but will you marry me? Will you be my wife, my sweet submissive, and my partner in life?”

Shock broke through her. Her heart caught. She’d never imagined that she’d hear those words tonight. Tears sprang up and fell to her cheeks.

She bit her lip. “Well, the other two didn’t actually ask me.”

A gorgeous smile lit Tate’s face as he dropped to one knee, too. “Belle, will you marry me? Will you be my wife, my best friend, the person who grounds me and shows me that life is best lived through the heart?”

He really had a way with words when he wanted to.

Eric stepped forward with a velvet jewelry box in hand, though it looked too big for a ring. He lifted the lid and diamonds sparkled in the candlelight. “Belle, will you say yes? We’re a package deal.”

She gasped at the gorgeous diamond choker and three interlocking rings. A wedding ring and a collar. Proof that she belonged to them and they belonged to her.

“Yes, yes, and yes. A million times yes.” She gave them a tearful smile, joy bursting through her. Then she turned to Kellan, looking into his eyes. “You came back for me.”

He closed the distance between them and gripped her shoulders. “You are my home, Belle. I’ll always come back for you. I will always choose you.”

Belle didn’t think she could be any happier. She opened to him as he swooped down and his lips took hers in a kiss that promised he would choose their future over his past.

As she sank into him, he kissed her again, this time sliding his tongue against hers and deepening the contact. He skimmed his hands down her body, lowering the zipper on her dress. The electric current of arousal flooded her system. Cool air hit her skin, but nothing could cut the sizzle from the heat of his fingers on her bare flesh. Her body was suffused with it. Kellan traced the line of her newly bared spine, bringing the dress with it.

She felt someone move in behind her, another body against hers.

“You looked so beautiful tonight, baby,” Tate said. “That dress was gorgeous on you, though everything you wear is amazing. But I like you best with nothing but this dazzling skin. Sometimes I just stare at you and wonder how you got to be so luscious.”

He unclasped her bra and let it drop to the floor. Immediately, he cupped her breasts and thumbed her nipples. They stiffened with pure pleasure, and she couldn’t help but sigh.

As she let her head drift back, Kellan began kissing her neck. His lips caressed her skin, leaving a trail of tingly arousal. Tate turned her head gently, pulling her lips to his. As he covered her mouth, he groaned. His tongue surged inside as he toyed with her nipples, plucking at them with his fingertips, keeping the sensations just shy of pain. Her whole body came to life.

She stood before them in nothing but a tiny thong and her Prada heels, her breathing shallow with excitement and her heart full of love.

Eric moved in at her side. He slid his hand between her and Tate, cupping her rear. “I love this ass. Time to lose these, sweetheart. You won’t need them, not for a long time.”

She shimmied out of her undies, stepping out of the heels at the same time. She lost several inches of height, but that just made her feel more delicate and surrounded by her men. In every direction she turned, a gorgeous chest or broad shoulders filled her vision. She loved the differences between all her men. Tate was so big all over, while Eric had a lean athleticism. Every sinew in Kellan’s well-muscled body screamed dominance. Any one of these men could take her apart if they chose. Instead, they completed her life and offered her the freedom to discover the woman and submissive who lived under her skin. They accepted her with all her flaws, which made it so much easier to accept herself. When she was naked with them, she didn’t think about her faults anymore, just about the pleasure they found in her body. It was a gift she could give to them, one they treasured.

“I love you.” She breathed the words like they were the oxygen she needed to live.

Because she needed these men.

“We love you, too, Belle.” Kellan had the collar in his hand. “You know we love you completely naked, but we want you to wear this collar and the ring we had made for you. We want you to always know that you belong to us.”

She shivered as he placed the collar around her throat. She reached up to touch it and caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror above the dresser. She felt beautiful and the woman reflected back at her looked that way. How far she’d come from that young woman who couldn’t find her place in the world. That girl hadn’t thought she was pretty, couldn’t imagine she really deserved this crazy relationship with these three wonderful men. The woman who looked back at her now practically glowed—with love, with confidence, with joy.

She’d found her place in the world, and it was between them.