CALEB COLLAPSED FORWARD WITH A moan and laid the side of his face on the silky skin of Nadia’s tummy, careful to stay well away from the mess that Jonas had made on her lovely breasts. “Jesus, that was incredible. I think I’ll just sleep right here.” He felt her stomach muscles tremble as she gave a small laugh at his joke, and then her cool fingers stroked tentatively through his hair. He hummed in pleasure and squeezed on her sides a little to encourage her; Nadia took the hint and added a little bite from her nails as she scraped them along his scalp in a massage.

“Incredible doesn’t even begin to cover that,” he heard Jonas say. Caleb cracked open one eye and looked up just in time to see his friend place a gentle kiss on her sweat dampened forehead. “Thank you, Nadia, baby. There are no words.” And then he kissed her forehead again. “I’m going to get you a towel and then we’ll clean you up.” With what Caleb considered a heroic sacrifice, he pulled reluctantly away from Nadia and said, “Nah, I’ll get it. I need to ditch the condom anyway, so you stay here with her and I’ll be right back.”

Normally Caleb wouldn’t concern himself with his nudity, but she had close neighbors and he knew he’d be passing by some open windows that had yet to have the blinds lowered, so he shrugged into his slacks before he left, without bothering to fasten them, he figured that was enough of a nod to the neighborhood’s sensibilities.

As soon as Caleb stepped into the hall, all his senses went on high alert. His body tensed for battle, he rolled up onto the balls of his feet, and shook his arms loose at his sides rather than tensing into fists. Wing Chun, a form of Kung fu made popular by Bruce Lee, was Caleb’s preferred choice for hand-to-hand, out of all the training he’d received, and since his gun was back in the media room, it was his only option as he headed to investigate.

Each room was checked and cleared as he passed it in hardly more than a glance. Kitchen, dining room, sitting room, all deserted and clear. As he stepped out of the sitting room and into the entry way, Caleb cursed quietly and viciously. The front door was wide open. And the alarm was blinking a clear, bright green to show it had been deactivated. Caleb could all but hear the son of a bitch laugh as he stood in the doorway and looked out into the street. He knew the bastard was long gone. The high alert he’d felt a moment ago—that had kicked in way too late—must have come from the open door. After all his years of experience, Caleb had learned to trust his instincts, so he didn’t question how he knew the three of them were alone now, he just knew. If only he hadn’t let his guard down earlier, they may have caught this asshole tonight. He wasn’t the type to beat himself up over something he couldn’t change, so after a mental kick to his own ass, he let it go and moved on to what his next course of action should be.

Options as well as scenarios flipped through Caleb’s mind like he was combing through the pages of a book, until he landed on what he considered their best course of action, as well as the most likely explanation for how the house had been breached. Once those things had been settled on in his thoughts, Caleb turned and shut the door. He didn’t bother resetting the alarm, considering it had been compromised. Instead, he just hurried to the bathroom, took two seconds to clean himself up, then headed back to Nadia and his partner carrying a damp, warm washcloth and dry hand towel.

“Hey buddy,” Jonas said when Caleb walked into the room. “Took you long enough. We almost started round two without you, didn’t we, baby?” Jonas was sitting on the couch, with Nadia’s head resting in his lap, while he stroked his fingers through her hair with one hand and the other he had wrapped around one of her gorgeous breasts.

Caleb smiled without replying, and sat on the coffee table facing them. With a gentle touch he began to wash her, first her lovely face, then her elegant neck, followed by that tempting chest. He didn’t have to look at Jonas to know that his partner had picked up on the fact that something had gone wrong. The other man had suddenly started pumping off aggression like a Ford belching black exhaust. Jonas didn’t say anything, however, he was waiting to hear what Caleb had to tell them and letting him take the lead.

“Nadia, darling,” Caleb began in a calm and reasonable tone. “When we changed the code on your alarm, who did you give it to?” Nadia’s eyes flew open, and Caleb could see worry bloom inside them. She damn well should be worried, he thought. She had been told not to give the code to anyone, not even her parents. But the look on her face told him everything he needed to know, and if she were his sub in truth, she’d have one hell of a spanking in store for her.

“I’m sorry,” was the first thing she uttered.

“That doesn’t matter. We’ll deal with it. Just tell me who you gave it to.”

“My parents, Kathy, and Johnny.” Unable to stay quiet a moment longer apparently, Jonas dropped his head to the back of the couch with a curse. “But those are all people I trust! None of them are the stalker. None of them would hurt me or give the code out to anybody.” Her eyes pleaded with him to understand. Within them he also saw the horrible realization that one of them had indeed failed her. One of them had broken the trust that she had placed with them, and Caleb could clearly see the wound it made on her heart. “He was in here? He saw us?” Horror filled her tear-drenched eyes and Caleb about lost it.

“Don’t think about that. That’s done. Over. We let our guard down and trusted in the security system. That won’t happen again,” Jonas told her.

“Baby, we went over this two days ago in grueling detail. There is a reason we insist on being the only two people alive who know your security code.”

“But—” Nadia tried to interrupt.

“But nothing.” Caleb cut her off. “On my way to the washroom I found the front door wide open and the alarm deactivated.” Jonas let fly more cursing while horror leached every ounce of color from her face.

“We can’t keep you safe, Nadia, if you go behind our backs and undermine the measures that we take to ensure that safety.” Contrite and remorseful, Nadia bit her lip, and nodded up at him as tears filled her eyes.

“Oh shit.” Caleb felt her tears like a solid punch to the solar plexus. “Don’t do that, baby girl. Don’t cry. He’s gone for tonight, and we’ll plan what to do from here in the morning. Just to be safe, you’ll be sleeping with us, so there’s no need for you to fall apart right now. Okay?” Nadia sniffled, and tried to hold it together, and it damn near broke his heart when her chin quivered and that plump bottom lip turned down at the corners. “Okay,” she agreed, in a small watery voice.

“Okay, then,” Caleb confirmed in a voice meant to soothe. “Let’s get you upstairs and tucked in.” He held a hand out to her, and though hers trembled slightly, the expression on her face was all about trust.

THEY DECIDED THE BEST BET would be her room. Nadia had a master suite with a four-poster king-size bed meant for sex. Caleb was visualizing all the many ways he and Jonas could take her in it while Nadia crawled naked to the middle and waited on hands and knees as instructed.

“Good girl.” Jonas’ voice was thick and heavy with arousal and Caleb knew when he himself spoke his voice would be the same. The woman was potent simply breathing, but as a submissive . . . she was a force of nature.

The line of her back was feminine perfection. Caleb longed to trace every inch of that delectable flesh with his tongue. He wanted to mark her, own her, in a way he had never felt so strongly before. Dominance was in his nature, and he and Jonas had shared more subs than he cared to remember, but this one, this beautiful, vulnerable and willing girl reached deep inside him and changed everything.

Dominance had never came with possessiveness before. He and Jonas enjoyed the surrender of a willing sub. The opening of her body, as well as her mind, to their control. It was a rush to crack the walls of a woman’s inhibitions and lead them into sub-space. Although Dominance was as much mental as it was physical, for him it never went beyond the scene. He knew Jonas felt the same.

Until now. With Nadia, he craved her submission in ways that went beyond the scene and sex. He wanted it fully. He wanted her fully. He wanted to crack open her heart and her mind and carve a place out for himself that made her his in truth. As he locked eyes with Jonas from across the bed he could easily read the same need in him. Caleb took a deep breath and then another, trying to reign in the emotions and put things in perspective. This was more than a sub they had taken on for a night or two. This was a client, a scared and vulnerable one who had come to them for protection. It made perfect sense that they would feel so strongly toward her. She was also new to the scene, a BDSM virgin, and that too added to her allure as novices were a particular favorite of them both. All of that together with her beauty and sweet nature had to be the reason for their intense reaction to her.

Caleb put it all away, having decided that he now understood where his feelings were coming from and focused on the stunning woman waiting so patiently on his command.

They left her where she was as they removed the clothing they had put back on downstairs. Caleb and Jonas both watched her intensely as they did, their eyes marking out the paths their hands and mouths would be following. As soon as Caleb was naked, he leaned over and cupped one hand along her jaw and one at the base of her skull and turned her face up to his kiss. Nadia followed his lead as though they’d done this a million times and it felt right—that bone deep perfection kind of right—when his mouth met hers and she opened for his tongue. He lapped and drank from her, nipping at her plumped and swollen lips and swallowing every sigh and moan she breathed.

He pulled back a fraction to study her face. She looked dazed and lost already. “Nadia,” he whispered it. “Open your eyes.” When she did it hit him like a stiff shot of whiskey to see she was already so turned on her eyes were unable to focus. “God, you’re perfect. Safeword, sweetheart. I need to hear your safeword before we start again.”

It took her two deep breaths and a swallow before she could talk. “Bruce. It’s Bruce, sir.”

“Good.” He kissed her once more, and then said, “Stay still.” He straightened and walked to the end of the bed.

Caleb barely noticed Jonas kneeling his way onto the bed in front of Nadia as all his focus was on the sight before him. “Spread your legs. Wider,” he instructed as he climbed onto the bed behind her. Her ass was cool and smooth as silk when he ran his hands reverently over it. “Arch you back for me. More. More. Show me your pussy. Let me see it. Christ, there you go. So damn beautiful, sweetheart, so damn beautiful.” Then, with a groan, he dived forward and plunged his tongue into the wondrous wet heat of her.

As the taste, feel, and scent of her flooded into him, Caleb felt drunk with arousal, more than that, he was fucking high with it. Stoned as a hippie at a Grateful Dead concert. His groans turned to growls as he squeezed the cheeks of her ass to his face while he fucked her with his tongue. He dipped his chin forward and sucked hard at her clit, pulling the swollen bundle in deep and laving it ruthlessly even as her hips jerked and quivered. Then he flattened his tongue and ran it in long laps from clit to ass in one hard sweep again and again. Nadia was getting close, from the trembling of her thighs to the rush of her juices he knew she was on the edge. Just when she was about to go over Caleb zeroed in on her ass and plunged his tongue into that ultrasensitive ring of tissues; and the little sub screamed as she came in a flood. Hanging on while she bucked against his face and cried out for him was just another narcotic dose of arousal and Caleb hit top space as he continued to torment her and feed her orgasm so it lasted an eternity.

Caleb curled one arm over her so he was almost hugging an ass cheek and lifted his face a fraction and watched as he slid his fingers in her juices then teased and pressed at her ass until she was pressing back against him. Slowly, inch by scant inch he eased his longest finger into that dark and taboo place. “Easy. Shhh.” He soothed as she whimpered and her muscles bunched up tight. Soft firm circles on her clit as he continued to pump helped to work her past the initial uneasiness and soon she was back to full arousal.

Caleb sat back on his heels and watched as he took her to the next level and plunged two fingers into her cunt even as he continued to finger her ass with one. “Christ Jesus, what a sight,” he said reverently.

“Caleb.” Jonas’ voice was a deep guttural baritone. “Man, I can’t take much more. You ready?” He looked up to see Jonas buried in her sweet mouth to the root with his fists white knuckled in her curls.

He nodded then indicated with a tilt of his head where he was moving into position and Jonas followed suit. The two of them had been partners in BDSM so long that they could read each other as easily in the bedroom as they could in the field.

Caleb stood on the floor facing the side of the bed and helped Jonas bring Nadia into position. She was so far lost in sensation that she moved as though mindless. They placed her on her side at the edge of the bed with Jonas close behind her. Caleb took a moment just to enjoy the sight as Jonas eased her back until her weight rested against him and he slipped her leg back over his flank. When Jonas gripped his now covered shaft and rubbed it fast and hard on Nadia’s clit she cried out and arched back into him. That was his cue, and as he slid his hard flesh into her sheath, Caleb slid his own into her mouth.

Nadia hummed around his cock as those sweet lips pulled him deep and her tongued teased the underside. “God, baby that’s good.” Caleb couldn’t find words for just how good. “Holy shit, Nadia.” His balls felt tight and like they were boiling already, a sure sign that he was dangerously close and he shook his head in an effort to pull back. He shouldn’t be this close this soon, especially since they were on round two, but she was intoxicating with her scrumptious body and her eager willingness. Pacing himself to last had never been a challenge until this moment and it was an erotic battle of delight that he waged into with grit teeth and a feral growl.

Jonas was thrusting fast and deep from behind her. His fingers rubbed furiously at her clit while his other hand kneaded at the breast he cradled. Caleb reached down and tormented her other one and reveled in her. She was like a living flame of passion between the two of them and he and Jonas were about to burn to ash—gleefully.

EARLY THE NEXT MORNING, CALEB was making coffee while Jonas was whipping up pancake batter. They had left their brand new sub dead to the world in a sprawl in the middle of her bed. Considering that the two of them had kept her up until the sun was peeking through the blinds, they were willing to let her sleep. As for them, staying alert and active on little or no sleep was second nature to their way of life.

So despite the early hour and the lack of sleep, they had already showered, dressed, and put in some work. Both of them were also wearing their guns this morning. Caleb, dressed in his preferred white button up with dark slacks, had his in his shoulder holster, whereas Jonas, dressed in his preferred jeans and a T-shirt, carried his gun on his hip.

“You able to get anything out of the security company this morning?” Jonas asked, while batter sizzled when he poured it onto the hot griddle.

“No,” Caleb answered with frustration ripe in his voice. “Considering we were the only ones who were supposed to have the code, there was only one registered. It would be different if there were several codes issued, then we would know which one was compromised.” Caleb handed Jonas his coffee while his partner looked at him like he’d grown a second head.

“What?” Caleb asked with a frown. “What’s that look for?”

“Are you serious, dude?” Jonas returned with a frown of his own. “Did you honestly just explain to me how a security system works like this is my first day on the job?”

“Shit.” Caleb dropped his head and used his thumb and forefinger to rub at his eyes. “Sorry about that. I guess I must be tired or something.”

“Or something.” Jonas shook his head at him and flipped a perfectly golden cake so it could brown on the other side. “After breakfast I’ll run a check on the agent’s office lines. See if any calls in or out match the number from the call last night. You and I both know that’s the most likely for the breach.” One of the perks of being ex-secret service was connections to access things just like this without a lot of red tape.

“Yeah,” Caleb agreed as he took a swig of his coffee. “It’s either him or someone with access to him.”

Caleb cursed as he considered that. “It would be too fucking tidy if it turned out to be the agent. Which means that the suspect pool is as wide and long as every client he has, and all his employees.”

“Oh, and let’s not forget his personal circle too, along with the cleaning crew, and any person who has access to his phones and computer. And just to keep things interesting I’m going to take look at the best friend’s boyfriend. The timing is too damned tidy for me.” Jonas threw in with disgust.

“Fuck. What a mess.” With a roll of his shoulders, Caleb took the plate that Jonas handed him and began to eat standing up while leaning against the counter. “I’ll take the parents and the best friend, just to be thorough, although I agree it’s most likely a breach with the agent. You work that angle, and when I finish with my end, I’ll split up what’s left on yours.”

“Works for me,” Jonas replied and leaned back on the opposite counter to eat his own breakfast.