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  Naked Research

  Rebecca Roth, an author of erotic romance novels, writes from experience. Except her latest book is about something she has never experienced--a ménage a trois.

  Seeking to expand her horizons, she visits a popular cocktail lounge and runs into Kevin MacCloud, a man’s man and a woman’s Lothario. Sparks fly between them. She wants him desperately, and the feeling is mutual, but she needs a second lover. Fortunately, Vince, his roommate with movie-star looks, is at home and willing to please.

  Genre: Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre

  Length: 25,458 words

  NAKED RESEARCH

  Dee Dawning

  MENAGE AND MORE

  Siren Publishing, Inc.

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  NAKED RESEARCH

  Copyright © 2011 by Dee Dawning

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  NAKED RESEARCH

  DEE DAWNING

  Copyright © 2011

  Chapter One

  Day One

  She studied him over the rim of her glass as she sipped her overpriced vodka martini. Five-eleven, dark brown hair, eye color unknown, dark gray blazer with open collar, black slacks and shiny black shoes. They have to have shiny shoes. She snickered. Unless they’re cowboys.

  He stalked toward her with determination, each step straight in front of the last, like an arrow shot from a bow. Another good sign. He carried a bottle of beer. Bad sign, unless he’s a cowboy. Ah, but it’s imported. Heineken, if I’m not mistaken—a good sign.

  Sitting in a secluded semicircular booth in chrome-and-mirror dominated Trends, the hottest new lounge in town, she set her martini down and watched him advance. As he drew close, she leaned forward and willed a friendly smile on her better than average face. Blue—his eyes are blue. He’ll do nicely.

  Are you sure? It’s not too late to call this crazy gambit off.

  The first time is always the hardest.

  She held a welcoming hand out. “Hi, I’m Dede Wilson. Did you come to keep little ol’ me company?”

  She’d preempted his line, so he seemed clueless as to how to respond. Appearing to gather his thoughts, he looked left, then right, as if to verify she’d addressed him and no one else.

  He took her hand, but instead of shaking it, he made a magnificent gesture when he bent down and kissed it. A kiss she felt in her toes. A very good sign.

  When he released her hand, he smiled. “Kevin MacCloud.” He hitched his strong cleft chin in the direction of the empty cushion next to her. “May I?”

  “Why not?” Showing her overt friendliness, she slid to her right enough for him to sit, making sure to flash her long, stocking-clad legs, confirming what the man behind those cunning eyes probably suspected—she was on the make.

  He stood eyeing her legs. As she tugged her blood red skirt to a more respectable position, he slid in until his thigh and hers hugged. As his handsome face revolved toward her, his smile blinded her. Kevin’s wide grin displayed a rack of the whitest, most perfect teeth on the planet Earth. He angled in her direction and rested his right elbow upon the backrest behind her head. “You had me going there.”

  Lost in his great looks, minty breath and sexy masculine aroma, her mind initially failed to absorb what he’d said. “What? Oh, yes. I like to see the look on a man’s face when I do that.”

  She sipped the last of her martini, and Kevin signaled the passing waitress and Kevin signaled the passing waitress. “Could you bring us another round. I’d like a glass for my beer, too?”

  He slipped his arm behind her neck and over her shoulder. “So, do you do that often?”

  Her silly, tight-lipped smile matched her answer. “No, you’re the first.”

  Confusion materialized over his face, so she quickly added, “But I liked your reaction, so I’ll likely do it again.”

  He laughed. A warm, hearty laugh—a good sign.

  “Are you always so quirky?”

  After the waitress set down their drinks, she studied him while taking a sip of her fresh martini and decided she loved his bedroom blue eyes. Sighing, she wished she had blue eyes like that. Instead, she was cursed with—blah—hazel eyes.

  “Not really,” she answered, “but I’m really, really nervous.” The tiny wrinkles branching out from those gorgeous eyes were a sign that Kevin smiled and laughed a lot. Another good sign.

  “I make you nervous?”

  She decided she liked Kevin MacCloud. The trick was going to be not liking him too much. “A little.” She replied. “You are rather imposing, but it’s not you that’s making me nervous.”

  After setting his Heineken down, he rested his hand high on her thigh. “I’ll bite. What’s making you nervous?”

  Warmth conce
ntrated in her core, a few inches above his hand. It felt good and she decided she liked that.

  Leaning back, she responded by resting her hand on his thigh, but higher. “What I have planned for tonight.”

  He squirmed a little, cleared his throat, then raised his chin and, shaking his head with two fingers down his collar, loosened his tie. “May I be so bold as to ask what that might be?”

  She smiled enthusiastically. “Very well said. I’ll have to remember that for my hero in a future book.”

  He took another drink of his beer and when his hand returned, it had moved up three and a half inches, make that four inches, up her thigh. “You’re a writer?”

  She shook her head. “Author. I write romance novels.”

  He raised an eyebrow and hitched his chin. “Sexy ones?”

  Finishing her sip, she pulled the glass from her lips and cocked her head. She giggled. “Are there any other kind?”

  His eyes twinkled when he laughed. It’s going to be hard not liking him too much. “I wouldn’t know since I’m not a romance reader. I would like to read one of yours, though, to see what makes you tick.”

  After she sipped her drink, her lips formed a winsome smile. “Believe me, what makes the average romance writer tick is not apparent from the torrid sex scenes between the pages of her books. I, for one, am happily boring. Except for tonight, that is.”

  He poured the rest of the lager in his tall glass and drank about a third, leaving a foam mustache.

  Snickering, she raised her cocktail napkin and removed the faux mustache. “I’m so glad you’re clean shaven.”

  An awkward moment passed where they stared at each other. She thought he might kiss her.

  Instead, he asked, “And what are your plans for tonight that make you less boring?”

  She raised her brows. “I’m not ready to get into that yet. However, I am interested in knowing more about you. What do you do?”

  He wiggled his brow. “When I’m not busy carousing bars trying to pick up devilishly attractive authors, you mean?”

  Her finger twisted a lock of her long blond hair. Doesn’t he remind you the tiniest bit of Sean?

  No, of course not!

  “Something like that.”

  “Would you believe I’m a literary agent for the Marley Group?”

  This is not good. “For real?”

  * * * *

  She remembered that morning’s conversation with Zoe, her personal assistant.

  “Are you out of your mind? You are the queen of erotic romance. You already write the absolute best, most incinerating sex scenes in the business. I fail to understand why you feel this need go out and pick up two strangers for a one-night stand of consensual sex. You’re too good for that.”

  She scratched the top of her head, where the chestnut brown roots had begun to show through her blonde-in-a-bottle hair. “Let me get this straight. I’m too good to have two lip-smacking men of my choice fawning over me while they fuck me to the stars. Sounds pretty spectacular to me. Maybe I’ll go for a ménage a quatre. That might send me to the next galaxy. Though I can see where that could get cumbersome to put on paper.”

  “It’s not the act itself, Becca. It’s the tawdry way you intend to bring about your dalliance, going to singles bars and night clubs, picking up strangers. I still don’t know why you need to do this.”

  She shook her head. “We’ve discussed this, Zoe. I’m modern single woman, it’s my effing birthday, and though my libido is as large as the Atlantic Ocean and growing, I haven’t been laid in eons.”

  “Oh, yeah? What’s an eon to you? And tell me, why must your sex partners be strangers?”

  “Two months is an eon. And my sex partners, as you so coolly call them, must be strangers for three reasons. First, though threesomes are probably written about more than they happen, when they do happen, it’s ten times more likely to happen with strangers. Second, many women fantasize about sex with a stranger or, in this case, two strangers. Third, if I didn’t use strangers, who would I use, my publisher’s husband and my ex? Having a ménage a trois is my business alone, and that’s why I have to use strangers to do this. Have you ever thought about the reasons my love scenes are so arousing and titillating?”

  Zoe’s brow furrowed. “Because you’re a fabulous writer.”

  She smiled at the compliment. “More like a good writer, with a fabulous memory. Getting around a lot in my younger years, I gathered a ton of scorching memories. Zoe, those memories, those experiences, are what fuels my sex scenes.”

  “Well, can’t you just extrapolate your experiences to accommodate a second lover?”

  “I thought about that. I probably could project what it would be like from two to three men, but one man to two is a huge jump. My book is nearly complete, and I need to do this to finish it. I’m going before I chicken out. This is not easy to do, you know. Now, if you don’t mind, I have a beauty appointment to get these roots bleached. I plan to get laid tonight, come Hell or high water.”

  * * * *

  Kevin moved his head slowly up and down. “I’m afraid so, but don’t worry. I never mix business and romance.”

  She lowered her head demurely, and raised her eyes to meet his gaze. “Is that what you plan to do with me—romance me?”

  His free hand left her leg and wrapped around her waist. He slid his lips past her blonde locks and nuzzled into her neck below the ear. Shivers shot through her and goose bumps rose on her arms and neck as his lips laved and kissed her neck. “Romancing you is only the beginning of what I plan to do with you.”

  In a sultry, breathless voice, she dared ask, “Pray tell, gallant knight, what is it you plan to do with me?”

  He snickered. “After wining and dining you till the wee hours, I plan to take you somewhere very private, remove your hot red dress, spread your gorgeous legs, and eat your fabulous pussy.”

  Dampness collected in her core. She pulled away and stared at him. Suddenly she wondered. “How old are you?”

  “Twenty-nine. How old are you?”

  She reached for his crotch.

  He gasped as she squeezed his hardness.

  “Would it make any difference if my pussy was seven years older than this cock?”

  Chuckling, he shook his head. “None, and you don’t have to worry about me blabbing. Whatever we do, if we do anything, is strictly between us.” He lowered his beautiful blue eyes to his lap, where she’d begun to stroke him.

  He closed his eyes. “Mmm, that feels good. Now, tell me, what is it you plan to do tonight?”

  She removed her hand and he groaned. Her nervous laugh sounded like a yelp. “Tonight, I begin the research I need for my newest novel, a ménage a trois.”

  Kevin’s jaw fell. “A ménage a trois?”

  Unable to wipe the silly grin off her face, she nodded.

  The way he tilted his head and raised his eyebrows was adorable. “Who’s the other woman?”

  Blinking her lashes, she shook her head slowly. “You wish!”

  His jaw returned to his shocked position. “A guy?”

  She nodded.

  “Who? I hope you don’t expect—”

  “Only if you both want to, but I prefer to be the focus of your attentions.” Her palm gently cupped his chin, her thumb testing the depth of his cleft. “As for who, I’m going to need your help for that.”

  Chapter Two

  Recruit # Two

  He downed the last of his beer and banged the glass on the table. “I’m in. What do you need me to do?”

  “Did you mean it when you said you wanted to go down on me?”

  “Absolutely, I’d love to dine on you.”

  The thought of Kevin eating her pussy made her shiver. “Well, then, I want you to do everything you said you planned to do, including that—I’m still heating up over that remark. Let me see your tongue.”

  He smirked at her peculiar request, but stuck his tongue out.

  It seemed long and very
sexy, but she wasn’t sure. “Raise it up as far as it’ll go.”

  He did, and she got enthused when it touched the tip of his nose. Excitedly, like an eight-year-old who’d just received a birthday present, she clapped.

  His tongue retreated immediately. “Why did you do that?”

  “Because I’m impressed. Do it again?”

  She didn’t clap this time, but when his tongue went past the tip of his nose, she giggled and squirmed when she pictured that orgasmic sex toy delving deep into her moist slit.

  Then she gasped when the wicked, beautiful man slipped his hand under her skirt and fingered her clit through her panties. She could feel the thumping of her heart in her ears and the warm stirring of achy lust lining her interior walls. Her lips searched for and found his. Kevin’s tongue barged into her mouth as if he couldn't get enough of her, as if he wanted to pass his fever for her through their heated kiss. And it worked. Oh, how it worked.

  Shunting her panties to the side, while their passionate kiss continued, he inserted what felt like ten naughty fingers in her shameless snatch. Strong, sensual currents cascaded through her when she felt Kevin’s fingers slide along her distended love bud. He whispered, “Your panties are soaked. Can I take them off?”

  Dede glanced around. No one noticed or cared. Still, this was happening much too fast. They hadn’t even looked for stud number deux, but it had been so long, and Kevin was so hot, that all of a sudden she didn’t care. Nevertheless, she took a deep breath and whispered, “Isn’t this a little quick?”

  His manly fingers worked magic, pressing into her womanly haven from the inside. Her kitty no longer purred—it was aflame. His fingers pounded her slick channel as his thumb strummed her swollen clit, and her mind slipped into surreal territory. He whispered back. “I have an idea.”