Some ties can never be severed.
Illusion. A word shaded with nuance, making the men who practice it—the masters—enigmas. Particularly when they magically materialize from the shadows of a woman’s past.
It’s been fifteen years. No longer the tormented young men Blair knew and loved so long ago, Damon and Trey still know how to touch her heart, how to draw out her secrets, and how to bring her to the edge of ecstasy. Blair has two weeks to unravel the ties that have bound the three of them together. Two weeks to solve the mysteries veiled by her seductive masters’ illusions.
And two weeks to surrender to the smoldering desires burning in her body as she submits to their darkest demands.
(Previously published as Masters of Illusion)
“We want to give you some special, memorable moments,” Trey answered, tightening his hold on her hand. The oddest sensation, a bizarre blend of hot and cold, swept through her body. His thumb stroked across her palm, sending the slightest quiver of heat up her arm. “Will you let us?”
“I guess that depends. How long can you stay?”
“Only a couple of weeks,” Damon answered.
Her heart dropped to her toes.
A couple of weeks. A couple meant two. That was only fourteen days at the most. How would she say goodbye after spending two weeks with her guys?
How would she say goodbye after spending an hour?
She couldn’t.
“I understand,” she said, nodding. “I want to make the most of the time then. I’ll spend every moment I’m not at work with you.”
Damon’s smile was more a pained expression than a gleeful one. “We were hoping you’d say that. Every minute is precious, which is why I can’t wait another second to do this…” He leaned closer, brushed his mouth over hers, and she swore the world stopped spinning for a split second. The universe stopped whirling and all the galaxies crashed together, creating a mighty explosion in her head.
Oh God, how long had she been waiting for this moment?
Eager to deepen the kiss, she released Trey’s hand and looped her arms around Damon’s neck. Turning in her chair to face Damon, she pulled until her chest was flattened against his. She parted her lips, inviting him inside with a moan. But he didn’t accept her invitation. Instead, he sprinkled torturously soft kisses over her mouth.
She could see some things had not changed. “You tease,” she murmured against his mouth.
“You love me anyway,” he whispered between kisses.
Did he have that right!
Trey decided right then was a grand time to skim his hands around her sides and lean into her back. She was now wedged snugly between the two sexiest, most amazing men in the universe, and she never wanted to leave. She gave a little mewl against Damon’s mouth, wishing her skirt wasn’t so snug around her thighs. For the first time in fifteen years a pounding heat was slowly gathering strength between her legs and she was in the perfect position to grind away that ache against Damon’s legs. If only she could part her legs.
She knew it was just a matter of time before they were naked, their slick bodies gliding over one another. In a way, she’d known it since she’d taken her first look at them. She felt the heat in their gazes. Saw the desperate wanting they were trying so hard to hide.
She wasn’t afraid or struggling too much with that awful, nagging guilt.
“Damon,” she murmured, tightening her hold on his neck. “Please.”
“Soon, sweetheart.” Leaning back, he gently unclasped her hands and lowered her arms. “Forgive me,” he whispered, looking as dazed and breathless as she felt.
