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Taken

Lillian Feisty

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Chapter One

Ménage.

The word played in Chloe's head as she wound her way through the crowded Vegas bar. Two men, seated at a small table on the other side of the room, watched her.

Her skin heated as she maneuvered toward them, dodging her way through tourists high on that entrancing Vegas vibe. Even though she'd lived here for more than five years, she could still soak up that untamed energy; an energy that had her considering something totally mysterious, unfamiliar. Forbidden.

A shiver raced up her spine.

Just a few feet away from her now. One was tall, with shaggy blond hair and bright blue eyes. The other was fair skinned and dark haired. Both were as breathtakingly handsome as she remembered.

Ménage. That was why she was here, wasn't it? Though they'd never come right out and discussed it, ever since she'd met the two chefs six months ago at an annual culinary conference there'd been an erotic undercurrent running through all their communication.

Sexy innuendos, playful at first, now hung in the air. Suggestive. Tantalizing. Irresistible.

And now this. If she desired, she could have them. She could live out her fantasy. Experience a ménage à trois.

If she desired. Her body's response left no doubt as to what she wanted. As she walked, her pussy throbbed at the very idea of sharing a bed with Joe and Walker. Fucking them both. Simultaneously.

God, she was wet.

From the moment Walker had e-mailed her that they were coming to Vegas, she couldn't stop thinking about it, couldn't stop the fantasies from slamming into her head, couldn't stop her body's response to the erotic scenes playing out in her mind.

She'd masturbated every night this week, imagining what it would be like to have two men make love to her. Have these two men use her for their pleasure.

And now they were here. It was real, and every nerve in her body tingled with edgy anticipation.

“Chloe!” Joe was on his feet, pulling her against his lean form in a big hug. “How are you?”

She'd forgotten how comforting his voice was. She looked up into his soft green eyes and relaxed, just a bit. “Good! I'm good.” She breathed him in. It had been over a year since she'd stood this close to a man, felt the heat from a male body mingle with her own.

It was ironic, really. She had twenty--mostly male--employees underneath her. But her position as head chef at a top Las Vegas restaurant required her to keep a solid distance from her subordinates--to always be on guard, and most importantly, to have a big ol' pair of cojones.

Chloe remained in Joe's embrace until he released her. Walker stepped forward. Her pulse jumped. Nothing had changed since she'd first caught sight of the tall blond with the surfer's body all those months ago. Just being next to him sent a flurry of excitement through her belly.

She was attracted to Joe, but there was something about Walker that caused her heart to skip beats. It wasn't just his looks. Six months of online communication had revealed a caring personality and a sharp wit that drew her to him.

“Hey, Chloe.” He pulled her to his chest and then leaned down until his lips brushed her ear. His voice was raspier than she recalled, darker. “You look fantastic.”

Her pulse quickened as his warm breath caressed her ear. God, what was wrong with her? She shouldn't be reacting like this to the simple sound of his voice.

Fiddling with a strand of her hair, she tried to calm herself. “Thanks. You, too. You, um, look good.” Relax!

“Here.” Pulling a chair out for her, he swept his hand over the seat in a large theatrical gesture.

“Thanks,” she said, grinning.

Joe leaned across the table, his green eyes sparkling in the candlelight. “What can I get you to drink?”

“A cosmo, thanks.” She couldn't keep her eyes off them. Six months was a long time, long enough to forget how straight Walker's nose was, or the way Joe's hair fell charmingly over his left eye. The way being around them made her feel so feminine and sexy.

A flutter of excitement flashed through her chest. She couldn't believe Joe and Walker were actually here. In Vegas, sitting a few feet away from her. Was she really going through with this?

Yes. Her nipples tingled as every nerve in her body responded to the silent question.

Yes! For some reason she wanted to scream the word as loud as she could. She wanted to slam her hands on the table and announce to the crowd of strangers that these men were here for her. Chloe O'Malley, the chick who had not had sex in over a year. She wanted it known that she fully intended to get it on with these two men later that night.

Instead, she straightened the hem of her new black dress and took a deep, steadying breath. Okay, so she was going a tad crazy. Where was her cocktail, anyway?

Walker seemed to be biting back a grin. “You okay, Chloe? Have you eaten?”

“Yes, I had dinner earlier. Um, just leftovers but, no-- I'm not hungry. Not now. Thank you.” She closed her eyes. Why was she babbling?

She spoke online with these two men almost daily. They knew things about her no one else did. But to have them actually here, where they could see her, was so much different. All safety through anonymity was gone. Risky.

Isn't that what you wanted? To take a risk?

“Here you go.” A waitress in a feather ensemble placed a Vegas-sized cocktail on the table before her.

“Thank you.” Chloe brought the oversized glass to her lips and took a sip of the syrupy red liquid. It wasn't a proper cosmopolitan, it was too sweet. But she was thankful for the chilly drink and hoped it would help take the edge off.

She looked up to find Joe and Walker staring at her and suddenly she realized it would take a lot more than a sip of alcohol to calm her nerves. And surprisingly, she discovered there was a part of her that was enjoying the slight rush of adrenaline thrumming through her veins.

She lifted her chin. “What?”

Walker glanced to Joe. “She's nervous.”

Joe nodded. “Yup.”

She shook her head and waved her hand at them as if to say, oh stop! But her shaky fingers belied her protest.

Walker took her trembling hand in his dry, warm palm. “It's just us.”

Just us. Her gaze shot between the men, each looking at her like she was a delicious crème brûlée and they were ravenous for a sweet dessert.

“Just you!” A laugh burst out of her throat.

Joe grinned back. “Just two guys who think you're the smartest, wittiest, most lovely female on the planet.”

Coming from anyone else the statement would have sounded false, cheesy even, but she knew Joe meant it. Both he and Walker were true to their words, true to themselves.

When she'd met them at the conference in Dallas, it hadn't been obvious at first that the men were together. It had been the subtle things, like the way Walker looked at Joe when he placed a spoonful of béchamel sauce on the other man's tongue. The way they stood just a fraction too close together in the elevator. A definite sexual undertone was present in the men's interaction. However, she'd never been able to pinpoint the exact nature of their relationship. Joe had once said he didn't believe in monogamy. Walker hadn't taken a stance on the subject.

“You are, you know.”

She looked up to find Walker's gaze boring into hers. Her palms dampened even as desire shot through her. An intimacy passed between them and she was sure that, had she been standing, her knees would have buckled.

He didn't look away and she gave in. “What? What am I?”

“Gorgeous.”

Her face may have flushed but she grinned and glanced towards Joe. “You guys aren't so bad yourselves.” Yes. Calm down, you ninny! She could do this playful banter. After all, they'd been talking this way for months.

And now they were here.

It was perfect. She'd have one night of sexual exploration to get this longing out of her system. Then they'd go home, and she'd go on with her life. If things went well maybe they'd do it again. After all, she'd see them again in six months at the annual conference. And she couldn't imagine it not going well. Not with these two.