Excerpt:

"Hey there, bad girl."

Startled by the sudden comment, she screamed and spun toward the voice. Her purse fell to the floor, its contents strewn.

Tyrone...Alex.

She recognized who the men were, but her heart raced with adrenaline at their surprise appearance. Fear battled with relief. Questions bombarded her mind.

"Wha-"

Tyrone cut her off by grabbing her upper arms, pulling her against his chest, and covering her mouth with his own. His tongue stabbed into her mouth, muffling the whimper that rumbled from her throat.

He'd never taken her this way, never even kissed her, so the surprise she'd felt seconds earlier evolved into shock that overwhelmed her into stunned silence. For the briefest moment, she let herself feel. Experience his big hands holding her with firm gentleness. His musky scent surrounded her, calmed her, yet spiked excitement through her. When he leaned back from the kiss, she couldn't help but blink at him, confused by his actions, confounded by their presence.

"I-" she tried once more only to be spun around and kissed again, this time by Alex. He cradled her face while Tyrone continued to hold her arms in a strong but painless grip. Alex was just as talented with his tongue as Tyrone, stroking into her mouth in a sensual, languid heat that stirred her blood. His scent was subtly different than Tyrone's. A little sweeter, spicier.

"Don't talk," Tyrone murmured in her ear while Alex continued to kiss her. "Listen and submit, and all your questions will be answered...your desires met."

As his words sank in, she began to squirm, but they both held fast. She wanted to tell them she couldn't risk it. She was too afraid to let go again, but he and his cousin refused to give her the chance. The instant Alex stopped kissing her, he placed one hand over mouth and the other behind her head. Her eyes widened, and her arousal spiked.

"Mmm, sweet as sugar," Alex whispered, and then he licked his lips as if savoring her taste.

A war raged inside her mind-alarm at knowing she had no control over her situation-excitement at having these two men she'd known as friends take the decision...and the guilt...from her.

Instinctively, she knew they wouldn't harm her, although she silently hoped they weren't here just for a quick fuck. Would they be willing to give her all she needed? She had no doubt that Ty knew her preference for pain as a physical stimulus, but she'd never seen him spank a woman, much less fulfill anyone's more masochistic fantasies. And Alex was a complete mystery, an acquaintance she found physically attractive, but an unknown nonetheless.

Those uncertainties made her body zing with anticipation as the men gagged her with one handkerchief and bound her wrists with a second Ty produced from his pocket.

For a split second, at the final jerk of the knots, panic hardened her muscles. She shivered.

"Don't worry, Con," Ty whispered as he gazed into her eyes. "We've got ya."