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Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 72648 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)

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As the prince of a luxury hotel empire, I am as close to American royalty as one can get. I grew up accustomed to a certain lifestyle. One where people give me what I desire and anything, or anyone, else can be bought. Everyone wants a piece of me, yet no one is actually deserving of my time. That changes when Bailey Robbins, the smoking hot housekeeper in one of my hotels, catches my attention. Sure, she has curves for days but it’s her smart mouth I can’t help but be intrigued by. I may have avoided relationships all my life, but something about her makes me want to introduce her to my world. The darker, wicked side of Declan Blackwood.
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CHAPTER 1

Declan

Morning blow jobs are the best. Settling back into the plush pillows of my bed and closing my eyes, I take what she’s offering. I don’t need the visual of her blonde head bobbing up and down on me to make it feel better. Her mouth is like a fucking Hoover, and it’s doing an excellent job on its own.

This is a bit of an anomaly. I don’t usually have overnight guests at my place, preferring to wake up alone and at my own speed. But last night, I hosted a huge charity gala for homelessness or something like that, and well… I got a little drunk.

Which is also an anomaly, since I’m not big into how an overindulgence of alcohol makes me feel. I hate losing control, so drugs are out of the question. But my fucking college roommates were in town, and I invited them to the gala. Big mistake. They’re both big drinkers. By midnight, I was sloshed from trying to keep up with them while we reminisced about the good old days.

I’m still not sure how the blonde ended up in my penthouse suite at the Blackwood Vegas, but as her mouth currently has me on the edge of orgasm, I’m not going to lament on it. I’ll just chalk it up to drunken misfortune, something that rarely happens in a way that works out so well.

I don’t lack in my choice of blondes—or brunettes, redheads, or raven-haired beauties—who will get down on their knees for me. As a member of The Wicked Horse Vegas—a premiere, hedonistic sex club—I get my rocks off quite frequently in a variety of ways.

But again, morning blow jobs are definitely underrated, although this one is well deserved. While I might not remember exactly how she got up here with me last night, I do remember fucking her on three separate occasions throughout the night and fuck if I can remember how many orgasms she had, but it was a lot.

I’m good at what I do, just as she is at what she’s doing right now.

The blonde hums in the back of her throat. Perhaps it’s a sign she’s enjoying what she’s doing, or she just wants me to feel the vibration down to my balls.

I most certainly do. After only a few more moments of vigorous sucking, my hips shoot off the bed. With a relieved growl, I come down her throat.

I don’t even have time to enjoy the waning rumbles of pleasure rocketing through me before the woman crawls up my body, cuddling into me. It pisses me off.

Nuzzling her face into my neck, she coos, “Hope you enjoyed it, baby. There’s more where that came from. Maybe we can eat some breakfast in bed first, though.”

And… I’m out of here.

I’m not a cuddler.

I don’t do post-coital murmuring, and I definitely don’t share my thoughts with strangers.

I managed to bring a woman to my home who has me set firmly in her sights. By that, I mean she’s envisioning a future with the infamous Declan Blackwood.

I’m renowned for my skill at fucking. Women often get downright stupid after a night with me because I’m good at getting them off, but this blonde is cuddled up to me because of my last name.

Blackwood is about as close to American royalty as you can get. Blackwood Hotels and Resorts are the world’s leading luxury hotels, frequented by queens, presidents, and sheiks, as well as by the world’s elite one-percenters. My name is worth billions. No doubt, this stranger has fantasies about being a part of that dynasty.

Gently, but with due haste, I put my hands on her shoulders, press a quick kiss to her cheek, and untangle myself. “That was great, but I have to get to work.”

It’s the truth.

I may be a rich playboy who makes more per hour from the interest on my investments than most people do in ten lifetimes, but I work hard for my living. As one of two heirs to the Blackwood fortune—and the only one destined to continue our legacy after our father dies—I take my duties seriously.

The blonde stares at me incredulously as I roll out of bed. I should feel a pang of guilt if this is coming across as insensitive, but I don’t. I’m not being intentionally harsh or dismissive of her feelings, but I realize why she’s still in my bed, her expression one of keen disappointment. It’s for my money and nothing else.

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Wicked Secret Read online Sawyer Bennett (Wicked Horse Vegas #7) http://www.ilovenovels.com/wicked-secret-7-read-online-sawyer-bennett Fri, 15 Nov 2019 13:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/wicked-secret-7-read-online-sawyer-bennett Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic, Romance, Suspense Authors: Sawyer Bennett Series: The Wicked Horse Vegas Series by Sawyer Bennett
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Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 67537 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)

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Those that truly know August Greenfield, will tell you that I live my life to the fullest. Work hard as part of the team at Jameson Force Security but play just as hard at The Wicked Horse Vegas. I have no regrets about my life. Well, maybe just one. Leighton Hale was my first love and the woman I wanted to spend my life with, but one day she was just gone. Vanished without a trace. Even my extensive contacts as part of the team at Jameson left me empty-handed in my search for answers. My single remorse is never being able to find out what happened to her, because no matter how difficult the truth may be, it can’t be as bad as never knowing at all. Ten years later, a knock on my front door brings me face-to-face with the woman I thought I’d never see again and nothing in my life could have prepared me for the secrets she holds.
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CHAPTER 1

August

I’d like to say this experience becomes boring after a while, but that would be a lie. Three men sharing one woman is always fucking exhilarating.

The Wicked Horse in Las Vegas, Nevada is sort of my home away from home. It’s a decadent sex club with a never-ending supply of eroticism, ripe for the taking.

Up on a raised dais, we’re displayed on a mattress covered in black silk. Behind the glass wall in front of us, a dozen or more people are avidly watching me get my cock sucked.

That’s part of the thrill, of course.

Having people’s eyes on me.

A blonde takes me deep, her lips stretched wide. Her throat tightly massages my length, and it feels so fucking good.

Beneath her is a dude I just met tonight… Rick Something-or-Other. While he’s flat on his back, I’m kneeling over his head. I can’t see his face, but I can hear his groans as the woman rides him.

Alicia and I have fucked several times before. She loves taking three men at once, something few women here can do. Hell, I’ve seen Alicia take two cocks in her ass at the same time—an experienced porn-star type of trick.

She enjoys sex—like every other patron in this establishment—and I admire the hell out of her. Over my time here, I’ve gotten to know Alicia well. A sharp lady with a brilliant mind, she’s a corporate attorney who isn’t interested in relationships or having children. She spends her days working hard, leaving her evenings free for unlimited orgasms.

As I drive my hips deeper, I test how much Alicia can take. When she extends her neck to peer up, I slide farther into her throat. Expertly, she accommodates me without even a hint of a gag reflex. She’s practically perfect.

From underneath, Rick steadily pumps into her. It has to be damn near impossible for Alicia to find a rhythm while three men try to claim her, so she holds herself still and lets us have our way.

Trailing my gaze along her slender back, which is arched in pleasure, to her upturned ass, I eye my buddy, Declan Blackwood, who slowly fucks her. He’s barely two feet from me, Alicia sandwiched in between us. I have her mouth filled while he’s plundering her ass. From prior experience, I know she’s extremely tight, but she can handle more than he’s giving her.

He grins. “This is the life, right, August?”

Sliding his hands down for a firmer grip on her hips, he slams into her. Alicia groans against my cock and my balls contract, then start to tingle.

“Sure the fuck is,” I mutter right before I shoot my load down her throat.

♦

When Declan holds his glass of bourbon up, I tip the edge of mine to it. We’re taking a break at the bar in the Social Room, but we’re by no means done for the evening.

Above the Onyx Casino in Vegas, The Wicked Horse is spread out over multiple rooms. The Social Room is exactly what it sounds like—a place to mingle and meet potential hookups. Declan and I stand at the bar, which is a position we find ourselves in a few times a week. We met several months ago and we’ve become fast friends, despite the fact we have little in common outside the club.

I’m a former Vegas cop now employed by Jameson Force Security, a company that provides high-end security. Our services are not only for private individuals, but also for our government. I make good money—more than enough for a lovely home in an upper-class neighborhood and a Range Rover. But Declan Blackwood is insanely wealthy. Heir to the Blackwood hotel fortune, he’s as close to American royalty as one can get.

Still, we’ve become tight over our months of hanging together in the Wicked Horse.

Sometimes, we simply enjoy a drink and shoot the shit. After, he’ll go fuck whomever he wants in whichever room, and I’ll do the same.

Other times… like tonight… we’ll share a woman.

And still others… one will fuck a woman while the other watches.

There are no limits—except personal ones—in The Wicked Horse. Because I tend to live in a world where I have to play by strict rules, it’s incredibly liberating to have a place to go where there aren’t any.

“Got any cool missions coming up?” Declan asks me, but his eyes are on a woman at the end of the bar. With milky-white skin and jet-black hair cut severely over her dark eyes, she has a real Morticia Addams vibe going on. I bet she’s into some freaky shit.

“Nothing right now,” I reply, swirling the amber liquid in my glass before taking a sip. My job might require me to spend weeks in a place like Somalia only to send me home to Vegas for several weeks off. It’s definitely an up-and-down business, and it makes planning for the long-term difficult.

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Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)

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The best of friends. Two men. One woman. A sinful playground called The Wicked Horse. I’ve been known to get my kicks at The Wicked Horse, and I have no shortage of beautiful women waiting to get a shot at me. Driven to succeed no matter if I’m in the boardroom or the bedroom, I am not one to back down from a challenge. What started as an idea has evolved into a multi-million-dollar enterprise I share with my two best friends, Avril Carrigan and Andrew Collings. Avril isn’t the type of woman to take risks in her personal life but after a broken heart and too much liquid courage, she decides the best way to get over one man is to get under another. Looking to experience all the debauchery she’s heard about, Avril makes a request—that Andrew and I take her to The Wicked Horse. The request seems simple. Friends helping one another in their time of need. But now that we’ve crossed the threshold, things aren’t as easy as they once seemed. Now I see Avril in a new light, and I suspect Andrew feels the same. As my attraction grows, I have to wonder if I made the right decision when I agreed to introduce Avril to my wicked world. Now that the lines of friendship have blurred and boundaries have been crossed, I’m not sure our friendship will survive the jealousy threatening to tear it apart.
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PROLOGUE

Avril

Seventeen years ago…

“I wonder how he does it,” Andrew says as we watch Dane make his way through the crowded bar toward us.

“You mean manage to attract every female within a fifty-mile radius?” I ask.

Andrew snickers before draining the last of the beer in his mug. When he sets it back on the scarred tabletop, he gives me a pointed look. “It’s that weird facial hair thing he has going on. Chicks love that for some reason.”

I laugh and look at Dane again. He is without a doubt the best-looking man I’ve ever known. Tall, built, and every college girl’s dream. He wears his dark hair a little short on the side, a little long on top, and has that weird but very cool goatee/soul patch thing going on that’s really hot. But if I’m honest, that’s not really what attracts the women. I know Dane Hawthorne better than any female who’s vying for his attention right now. He’s got a razor-sharp wit and a near genius-level IQ that makes him infinitely more attractive than just the face and body that God gave him. When you look into his eyes, you can see that he’s a man who is going to be at the top of his game—whatever game he eventually chooses to play in his life.

Of course, the rumor is that he is crazy wicked good in bed and he’s hung like a racehorse. I wouldn’t know even though he’s one of my closest friends. We’ve never gone there, and that’s totally for the best. Would ruin the friendship, you know.

Andrew is my other closest friend. It’s been that way since our freshman year at Berkeley. Dane, Avril, and Andrew—the Three Musketeers.

Dane shoulders his way through a throng of starry-eyed women, easily carrying three draft beers in his large hands. He sets them down on the table and takes the stool he had vacated not ten minutes ago to go buy the next round. Even though we’re all juniors, Dane is two years older than me and Andrew because he didn’t start college right out of high school. Rather, he spent two years traveling across the United States and Europe, living out of a tent or in cheap hostels so he could experience all the things in life that were out of his imaginable reach because of the way he grew up in the foster-care system. He financed the trip by saving every dime he’d ever earned by working part-time after school, and that was probably an indication of how determined he could be.

Not only does that mean Dane is of legal age and can buy alcohol for us, but it means he is infinitely more mature and worldly than Andrew and me. It still amazes me sometimes that Dane seems to derive some type of pleasure from being such close friends with us two geeks, but I’m very secure in his friendship with us.

“Three fresh beers for my best friends in the entire world,” Dane says with a grin as he grabs the mug closest to him. He holds it up in a toast to us, and I can tell by the sparkle in his eyes that he’s well and truly on his way to getting drunk.

So am I for that matter. It’s how we blow off steam at the end of a week of hardcore studying.

“Cheers,” Andrew says, and I follow suit and pick up my beer so we can all tap our mugs together in the center of the table.

“Any idea which woman you’re going to take home tonight?” Andrew asks Dane before taking a large slug of his beer.

Dane turns and lets his eyes scan around the crowded bar. He looks bored and un-enthused, but Andrew and I both know he’ll bring home one of the women in here. In addition to being best friends, the three of us are roommates, and we are well accustomed to hearing screams of pleasure coming from Dane’s bedroom several times a week. It used to embarrass me, coming from a pretty conservative mid-West upbringing, but now I just ignore it.

To my surprise, Dane shrugs and turns to look at Andrew. “I don’t know. They’re all starting to look the same to me.”

I snort, and then start laughing. “Dane Hawthorne… you are so full of bullshit. As long as girls are pretty and don’t talk too much, they are more than intriguing to you.”

Dane actually looks offended. “You make it sound like I’m not very discerning.”

Andrew and I cock identical eyebrows at our friend.

“What?” Dane grouses as his gaze flicks between the two of us.

A grin breaks out on Andrew’s face as he puts his forearms on the table and leans toward Dane. “Listen, you are one of the most brilliant people I know. But you are also kind of a whore, dude. It’s okay, though. Avril and I still love you.”

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Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74020 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)

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First there was pain, and now there is just… nothing. No one can ever understand the losses I’ve suffered. A solitary existence that consists of my work and the empty house that serves as a constant reminder of all I have lost. After months of paralyzing emptiness, I turn to The Wicked Horse so I can feel something. Anything, really. Any shred of emotion that will explain why I’m still here. Any justification for why my life was spared and theirs were not. It’s all in vain. Not even the debauchery of the notorious sex club can fill the hollowness that consumes me. Until she walks in. Absolutely perfect. Gorgeous and bends to my will. Gives me her body willingly, while expecting nothing more from me than the pleasure I offer her. And the more she gives, the more I find myself wanting to take. Wanting to crawl out of my personal hell for this wicked angel.
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CHAPTER 1

Benjamin

I never understood online dating. The concept of making a connection through digital written words seems almost impossible.

Not that what I’m doing at this moment is technically dating.

Leaning forward in my chair—a massive executive design made of supple Italian leather—I type a reply to @elencosti89. Tonight. 11pm. Have a blindfold on. And you should be a little afraid.

I consider my choice of words before I hit send. I’ve learned enough about this woman to know fear is part of her turn on. I don’t know her full name—just her user id of @elencosti89—but I do know her darkest fantasies.

When we connected through the new Wicked Horse Vegas Fantasy app, she admitted her desire to give up absolute control to a stranger. That meant she was going to lay her body out for her partner to use in any way he chose, and she would have no say in it.

She also admitted to being fearful in her submission, and I’m surprised by how much that interests me. I have no clue the reasons behind her wanting to do this, but it’s fascinating fear is a motivator for her.

I’m shocked because I can’t remember the last time I’ve been intrigued by a woman.

Even more unusual is the fact we haven’t met yet. I’ve only seen a picture of her, and there’s no doubt I’m attracted to the petite woman with chocolate-brown hair and matching eyes. She has no idea what I look like as I didn’t bother uploading a photo to the app. I’m not hiding my identity or insecure in my looks. Quite the opposite… I know women find me incredibly attractive.

I just didn’t have time. My life is so busy that when the owner, Jerico Jameson, told me about the new fantasy service at the Wicked Horse that matches people by proclivities, I gave it a cursory overview and hastily plugged in the bare necessities of information. I did this after a long day of surgery while I was eating a dried-out bagel with suspect cream cheese from my fridge. Such is the life of a renowned neurosurgeon who concentrates on saving lives and not on proper nutrition.

My app chimes before I can even lay my phone back down on my desk, and I’m surprised when I see a return message from @elencosti89.

Okay, is all she says, and a tiny frisson of excitement travels through me.

I freeze and focus in on the feeling, which is fleeting and soon sputters out cold. Still, it’s something I haven’t felt in an exceedingly long time. It’s the reason I started going to The Wicked Horse a few months ago—I just wasn’t feeling anything. I thought perhaps immersing myself into the seedy depths of kink and dirty sex would spark something, but, so far, my orgasms there have been lukewarm at best. My interest in going has started to wane lately, especially knowing I can do the job with my hand just as well. It’s why the fantasy app held some appeal. I thought perhaps I could find something a little more tailor-made for what I needed.

And there it is. I have a fantasy hookup set at the Wicked Horse tonight. I take a moment to reserve one of the new private rooms in The Apartments, which is where Jerico used to live when he first opened the high-end sex club in downtown Vegas, atop The Onyx Casino. It’s now an exclusive, super private area the wealthy elite can congregate to live out their dirtiest fantasies if mixing it with the common folks in the other areas of the club aren’t of interest. There are three sex rooms within The Apartments that aren’t frequently used because they are closed off and secluded, and most people come to the Wicked Horse for the thrill of fucking in front of other people.

I send one more quick text to the private concierge to request rope, soy candles, and an electric vibrator to be stocked inside. That should keep me quite busy with @elencosti89.

There’s a sharp knock on my door. Before I can even grant entrance, it’s swinging open. My body tightens when I see my best friend walking through.

Brandon Aimes.

We clicked in medical school, then went into the same specialty of neurosurgery. While he focuses more on spinal surgeries and my love is working on the brain, we both settled in Vegas and founded what has become a much sought-after medical practice because of our skills. Over the years, we have added other doctors, but Brandon and I are the majority owners in Aimes Hewitt Neurosurgical Services, PA.

These days, however, my anxiety flares when I must deal with Brandon. It’s obvious by the expression on his face he’s not happy to see me either.

He shuts the door, strides to one of the guest chairs on the other side of my desk, then sits with a heavy sigh. I’m not sure if the way he squeezes the bridge of his nose with a brief closing of his eyes is for dramatic flair, but when he opens them, my stomach tightens even further.

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Wicked Knight Read Online Sawyer Bennett (Wicked Horse Vegas #5) http://www.ilovenovels.com/wicked-knight-5-read-online-sawyer-bennett Sun, 15 Oct 2017 13:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/wicked-knight-5-read-online-sawyer-bennett Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Erotic, Romance Authors: Sawyer Bennett Series: The Wicked Horse Vegas Series by Sawyer Bennett
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He never wanted to be anyone’s hero… Asher Knight is tall, dark, and wickedly handsome. He’s also irrevocably broken. Submerging himself in long hours at work by day and debauchery at The Wicked Horse by night, Asher uses work and play to numb the pain and guilt he feels over the death of his wife. What isn’t satisfied with one will surely be resolved by the other. At least that’s how he’s survived the last few years. Hannah Madigan works three jobs just to make ends meet. Beat down by life, not to mention a cheating husband who was unfairly awarded custody of their daughter, Hannah is determined to make a better life for herself and get her kid back. But with pressures mounting and one costly mistake that leaves her owing Asher a huge debt, Hannah is as close as she’s ever come to throwing in the towel. She’s given a golden opportunity… Determined to stay the course by any means necessary, Hannah accepts an unusual proposal from Asher. He’ll give her a job. She’ll give him her body. Sounds easy, right? Until she realizes she needs his help more than she’s willing to admit. And he finds her adding to his life in ways he never wanted to accept. This wicked knight may just learn that sometimes saving someone else means allowing yourself to be saved in return.
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CHAPTER 1

Asher

“I don’t care what it takes to get those permits pushed through,” I snarl into the phone, sitting up straighter in my chair. “If you don’t have them by the close of business today, consider yourself fired.”

My voice carries through the doorway of my home office, causing the chatter of the two maids cleaning the living room to go abruptly silent.

“I’ll handle it,” Jay Maher, my residential development manager, replies tersely. My threats aren’t idle, and he knows it—just like he knows he fucked up on this deal big time.

“Yes, you will,” I acknowledge quietly before disconnecting the call. I fully expect the permits to be obtained, even if Jay has to sell his soul to the devil to get it done. But that’s not my problem.

Glancing at the clock on my wall, I note there’s plenty of time to make my meeting across town. Punctuality is important to me. My father always says, “Respect of time will pay you back tenfold.” Not sure what he means by that, but he loves to drop little pearls of wisdom on me whenever he can. When Carlton Knight retired from Knight Investment Group two years ago, our yearly gross revenues exceeded just over fifty million. When he passed on the helm to his son—and that would be me, Asher Knight—he did so with expectations I would increase that figure substantially every year.

I had no desire to disappoint him, but more than that, I wasn’t about to disappoint myself. My one major failure in life rewired my internal makeup. It made success and winning the only options. So far, they have served me well.

Reaching my hand out, I brush my thumb over the framed photo on my desk. Looking at Michelle’s sunny California beauty—golden-blonde hair, summer-blue eyes, and wide smile—makes me sad.

Bitter even.

I tear my eyes away because her expression sometimes mocks me. At other times, she seems to pity me.

It’s rare to see her photo and feel peace or happiness, or even remember fond memories. I’ve realized I’m not entitled to those feelings.

She took that all away from me.

Pushing up from my desk, I grab my briefcase and exit my office. It sits just off the living area of my downtown penthouse apartment. Five years ago, I moved here after I became a widower at the age of twenty-seven.

The maids are talking again. As I enter the living room, I see one of them running a feather duster over a Chihuly vase that sits on a pedestal in the foyer. My eyes drop to her ass, which is amazing despite the wretched black polyester dress she’s wearing. She’s definitely new, and I know this just by looking at her ass and nothing more.

When I head into the kitchen, I find the other maid scrubbing out my refrigerator. She’s been cleaning my apartment for a few years through the cleaning service I use. Her name is Gerda. She’s a stout German woman who is short on words, which is fine by me.

“Good morning, Mr. Knight,” she says as I head over to the coffee pot.

“Morning,” I reply with a nod of my head. She sticks her head back in the open refrigerator, and I pull a travel thermos out of a cabinet to make a to-go cup of java.

Just as I’m reaching for the carafe, the explosive sound of glass breaking fills the air.

“Fuck,” a woman, most likely the maid with the fine ass, screams. When I look over my shoulder, I see my Chihuly vase in a million pieces on the floor. Bits of cobalt blue, cream, and sunflower-yellow covers every inch of the marble foyer.

My eyes travel up shapely legs, polyester-covered thighs, an amazing set of tits under a ruffled white apron, and the face of a fucking goddess. A combination of high cheekbones, full lips, and golden eyes that are slanted like a cat’s. They are sly and sexy. Her hair is pulled into a long ponytail the color of dark wood and cherries. My body instantly reacts to her.

“Oh my God,” Gerda exclaims in distress as she bustles over to the shattered remains of my one-of-a-kind Chihuly. “Hannah… you stupid cow.”

“Fuck,” the beauty—Hannah—says again as she stares aghast at the expensive mistake she just made.

Her fretful gaze slides to me. She bites down on her lower lip, fear filling her eyes. Not sure what it says, but it’s sexy as hell to me. I want to fuck her more than I want to chastise her.

“I am so fucking sorry,” she tells me. Her language incenses Gerda, galvanizing her into action.

“Hannah,” she snaps to gain her attention. “How could you be so stupid and careless? I trusted you with this job and—”

“Gerda,” I interrupt quietly, but I’ve never needed to raise my voice to command attention. Both women turn to me, Gerda appearing slightly green. I’m sure she thinks she’s going to be fired for this. “Please return to your duties. I’d like to talk to Hannah privately.”

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Rachel Hart and Bodie Wright are nothing more than teammates. As mercenaries for hire with the elite Jameson Group, they have each other’s backs in the most dangerous of circumstances. But after a mission gone deadly wrong, Rachel does something she’s never done before. She crosses the professional line and takes comfort in Bodie’s arms. One night of passion turns their lives upside down with a pregnancy neither of them expected, and one that Rachel was too terrified to ever want. Bodie, however, is a family man through and through, and he’s determined to raise their child alone if necessary. The only common thread Rachel and Bodie have is their membership at The Wicked Horse, a sex club that lets them both fulfill their dirtiest fantasies with each other. As they become more intimately entwined, the strong, steady man with a heart of gold makes Rachel question everything she ever thought she knew about herself. Their wicked nights together make them so much more than teammates and Rachel is about to discover the choices she thought were the most difficult are actually the easiest ones to make.
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PROLOGUE

Rachel

The banging on my hotel door takes a moment to penetrate. I’m not sure if it’s because I’m four shots of bourbon past the pleasantly buzzed state, or because I’m sick with exhaustion and guilt.

After stepping out of the shower, I ignore my dripping hair and wrap a fluffy white towel around my body. I attempt to ignore the shallow wound on my upper right arm, but it’s throbbing mercilessly and the bourbon’s not helping.

The banging continues, and I yell grumpily as I make my way across the spacious luxury hotel room, “Hold your fucking horses, Wright.”

Immediately, the pounding stops, but I knew it would. Bodie Wright is the only person who knows this is my room, and I left strict instructions with the front desk I wasn’t to be disturbed for anything.

I unlock the door and swing it open so fast I take a stumbling step back. I normally hold my liquor much better, but I’m going on twenty-four hours without food and more than that without sleep.

“What?” I snarl as he steps into my room, towering over my five-eight frame by a good half a foot or so. I can tell he’s had a shower because he smells good and his short, dark hair is wet.

Bodie’s eyes immediately drop to my arm and they harden as he takes in the barely two-inch groove caused by a bullet that grazed me.

“It’s fine,” I mumble.

“Figures,” he replies dryly as he walks over to my patrol pack I’d thrown to the floor a few hours ago when we checked in. With casual ease, he retrieves the IFAK—individual first aid kit—and pulls out some gauze and tape. This is the second time Bodie has treated my wound—the first time was while we sped away on a Syrian boat down the coast to Tripoli. The IFAK can treat anything from a shallow bullet trench to a sucking chest wound. He’d used most of our QuikClot combat gauze to stop the hemorrhaging in our teammate Joram’s bullet hole just below his collarbone, but there was enough left that he could slap a quick covering on my arm to curb the bleeding.

It wasn’t the first time I’d been shot at, but it was the first time that a bullet had hit me and I didn’t even feel any pain. I was so amped on adrenaline and fear because of Joram’s wound that I hadn’t even known I’d been hit, until Bodie started working on me in the boat after he got Joram as stabilized as he could be given the circumstances.

We made landing just north of Tripoli at a prearranged extraction point. From there, Stan, our pilot, flew us to Cypress on an MV22 Osprey that Kynan somehow managed to procure through CIA contacts and favors owed.

“Sit down and let me wrap that,” Bodie orders.

Despite the fact he’s younger than I am by almost nine years—and he’s only been with Jameson Group a few years—his tone says he’s not to be trifled with right now.

I’m too inebriated to argue. Plus… I’ve got to give the dude props. When we got ambushed, he handled our extraction like a seasoned pro, carrying Joram to the boat while bullets flew.

I walk toward the bed, but take a side trip to the wet bar where I grab the bottle of bourbon and ignore the glass I’d been using. In Cypress, most would think I’d be taking advantage of their ouzo, but I hate the taste of licorice. Instead, I went with a tried and true favorite of mine.

When my butt hits the edge of the bed, I twist the cap off and take a healthy slug. I hand it toward Bodie as he lays out the medical supplies, but he shakes his head.

Goody two-shoes.

It doesn’t bother me that I’m half naked in front of Bodie. When we’re on a mission, my teammates don’t look at me like a woman. They don’t care what I look like or that I have periods.

I’ve spent weeks with my male teammates, and we’ve all seen each other naked at one time or another. There’s no time for sensibilities while on a mission. Not to mention, we’ve all spent time at The Wicked Horse. While it’s sort of an unwritten rule, or at least an understanding, that we don’t mix in that way, many of us do hang out at the sex club quite regularly. I’m sure Bodie has watched me in action.

But all he cares about is that I can do my job, and therein lies the guilt that’s consuming me.

I got Joram shot.

“The wound looks clean, and it’s not seeping anymore,” Bodie says as he gently takes my arm to peer at it. I look down, fascinated by the groove in my flesh and the whitish-pink wet skin underneath.

I take another swig of the bourbon and Bodie goes to work, dabbing on some antibiotic-laced ointment and wrapping a dry gauze around my upper arm. He efficiently secures the ends with tape and pronounces me cured.

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Jorinda Pearce thought she did everything right – graduated from college, married her long-time sweetheart, established a career. But what does she have to show for it now? A degree she doesn’t use, a job she hates, and an ex-husband that broke her heart. Looking for a long overdue adventure, Jorie takes a walk on the wild side and attends a masquerade event at The Wicked Horse Vegas. It’s exactly the escape she’s looking for, and even better, she can explore anonymously. Drawn to the man masked in black leather with the body of a god, Jorie finds the greatest pleasures of her life at the hands of a stranger. Walsh Brooks is the most sought after man in The Wicked Horse. Sex is nothing but a game to him and he’s the type that will always leave at the end of the night without looking back. Unfortunately for Walsh, there’s no way he can walk away from the mysterious green-eyed beauty behind the mask of sapphire feathers, because he knows exactly who she is. Jorie is his best friend’s little sister and there’s not another woman in the world that’s more off limits.
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Foreword

So, I have a toddler.

A little girl.

And we read every night.

It’s my greatest hope that she inherits my love of reading. She doesn’t quite understand what Mommy does for a living, but she knows I write books. She’s pulled some from my shelf to look at my picture in the back.

Now, if you’ve read me widely, you know I write in a variety of sub-genres when it comes to romance. I’ve done new adult, rom-com, sports romance, straight-up contemporary romance, sweet romance, and, of course, I’ve done erotic romance.

If you’ve ready any of my Wicked Horse series, then you know this is my erotic series. You’ll also know that this series is not “erotica” as it sometimes gets referred to. The Wicked Horse books are romances with erotic sex scenes.

Why am I even mentioning this?

Because I do worry about how women who write this type of novel are perceived, and I worry about the perception of the women who read these works. Despite the many steps forward we’ve taken for women to be treated equally, it is somehow deemed wrong by the public for us to even consider reading *gasp* books with sex in them. Forget about it if they have erotic scenes.

I hate this for my daughter. Of course, she’s not allowed to read these types of books until she’s of age, but I don’t want her to be ashamed Mommy writes it, and when she’s an adult, I don’t want her to be ashamed to read it.

Sex is natural.

Sex is fun.

Sex can be thrilling, adventurous, and even scary sometimes when limits are pushed. The Wicked Horse books will make your eyebrows rise at times. You’ll probably blush and sometimes think, “Oh, people really do that type of thing?”

Why, yes, they do.

If you’re wondering if I’m writing from personal experience, I have to tell you I’m more well-read and researched than a practical-application kind of gal. Still, I find writing these books to be fun and liberating. They are a way to escape to another world, because that is the point of fiction.

But the books in my Wicked Horse series are about more than sex.

Far more than sex.

There are complex characters you will love and hate. Plots with twists you didn’t see coming. Scenes that may have you laughing, and yes… some that will have you sobbing. Those are all the moments you’ll remember most about these books (but you will enjoy the sex scenes, too). This is why my books are not erotica. They are not designed for titillation to be the sole purpose. If that happens, so be it, but these are realistic love stories with realistic people, and as such, they are true romances.

Bottom line… I hope you enjoy, and I hope you can do so in an open environment where you don’t have to be ashamed to enjoy sexy stories. In fact, feel free to open my book on your Kindle as you sit right next to someone on a plane, a train, or in the hair salon, and be proud that you enjoy reading these works.

I know I sure as hell enjoy bringing them to you.

Love,

Sawyer

CHAPTER 1

Walsh

“Walsh… buddy, good to see you,” Jerico Jameson says as I saunter into the Social Room of The Wicked Horse.

We shake hands with a strong familiarity born from sharing a woman in bed or a good scotch at the end of an evening. Of course, that was all PT, or pre-Trista. Since then, his cock only fucks his woman, but he’s comfortable enough in his relationship that he’ll fuck Trista at the Wicked Horse sometimes.

Not going to lie… I enjoy watching.

“Anything special going on tonight?” I ask as I survey the crowd. I always come in late, usually no earlier than eleven. If I wait any longer than that, though, everyone’s pretty much worn themselves out for the type of fucking I like.

The deviant, dirty, and often hard kind.

“Same old.” Jerico grins as he rattles the ice cubes in his glass as he casually leans against the bar. Unless Trista’s here with him, he usually doesn’t venture from either the Social Room or his office.

“I’ll make something good then.” With a laugh, I lift my chin to the bartender hovering nearby. He nods and turns to get me a bottled water. I don’t drink alcohol in here.

Ever.

Not because of any unpleasant experience, not because I don’t like the taste, and not because I’m against paying fifteen dollars for two fingers of house brand. Merely because I like feeling the things I do here with all of my senses.

Alcohol loosens inhibitions. However, if my inhibitions were any looser, I’d be having kinky sex in the middle of Las Vegas Boulevard in broad daylight. I like sex, and I don’t need to rely on anything to get me in the mood.

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New York Times bestselling author, Sawyer Bennett, is happy to introduce a new Wicked Horse club in Las Vegas and you’re cordially invited to attend the grand opening... As the owner of The Wicked Horse, an elite sex club located along the Vegas Strip, Jerico Jameson never spends the night alone. Gorgeous, ripped, and totally alpha, Jerico doesn’t grant favors and will rarely give you the time of day—unless he wants you in his bed. So when the sister of his sworn enemy shows up asking for help, saying no should be easy. But when Jerico takes one look at her and sees an opportunity to help this beautiful woman while exacting revenge on her brother, he’s not about to pass that up. Beaten and bruised, Trista Barnes is running out of options, and Jerico is her last chance to get out of the mess she’s in. She doesn’t know why Jerico despises her brother so much, but as long as he can help her, she doesn’t care. Jerico offers her safety while opening her up to a sinful world she never knew existed. As she succumbs to Jerico’s erotic charm, Trista lets herself fall into the wicked world of guilt free pleasure with no regrets. Under his strong alpha hand, she blooms, and so does Jerico’s possessiveness. But what happens when Trista finds out she was a pawn in Jerico’s game all along, and that the price for his favor was steeper than she ever imagined – her heart.
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CHAPTER 1

Jerico

There’s a lot of moaning coming from The Orgy Room, which is par for the course. I step in to take a peek, and there’s not an ounce of shame when I say the view of all those people fucking and writhing and orgasming never fails to arouse me. Perhaps I’ll end up here tonight.

It is my favorite room here at The Wicked Horse Vegas. It’s not where you see the kinkiest shit—that would be The Silo Room—but it is where the lust permeates the air so thickly there’s a wildness that sort of inhabits you when you join in.

It overtakes you.

Possesses you.

Then frees you.

Yeah… I’ll be back here tonight.

I make my way back to the foyer and push open the heavy double doors to The Social Room. The sound of the sexy music, moaning, and flesh slapping against flesh is totally muted here, and it looks like nothing more than an upscale bar. It is a long and rectangular room with a bar running along one wall in Brazilian rosewood trimmed in chrome. There are no stools at the bar—standing-room only—but there are several velour seats and couches done in muted colors of taupe, cream, gray, and brown. This room is sedate, elegant, and designed to encourage conversations over a cocktail or two.

To keep in line with the elegance of our decor, there is a dress code. It’s not overly stifling, but it is enforced. Most people dress up because they want to be noticed and can afford the best clothes. A one-day membership is five hundred dollars… so that pretty much weeds out the tourists who can’t afford to look like they belong in a place like this.

After being passed my preferred drink of vodka on the rocks from one of the bartenders, I move down to the end of the bar. As owner of this club, I watch everything. Because of my background in military special ops, I observe details others wouldn’t, even if they were sitting right in front of them.

It’s still early—just past nine PM—but there’s already a hefty crowd here for a Wednesday.

Movement at the entrance catches my attention, and I see Helena exiting the elevator. The Wicked Horse sits on the 46th floor of the Onyx Casino. To get into the club, the patrons have to make it past security on the first floor to gain entrance to the elevator that comes right to The Wicked Horse.

Helena is absolutely stunning. She’s wearing a simple, yet no doubt expensive, red dress that’s molded to her body. It is so expertly tailored that it is in no way sleazy. Black heels, bare legs, and chocolate hair that flows down her back. Her skin is golden, her eyes an expressive light brown, and she’s probably the most beautiful woman in the club right now. Not going to lie—it makes my dick stir when she locks eyes on me before moving my way with a sexy swing to her hips and a knowing smirk on her mouth.

We are going to have fun tonight.

“Jerico,” she murmurs as she reaches me, leans in, and accepts a light kiss to her cheek.

When she pulls back, I tell her, “You look gorgeous. Haven’t seen you around in a while.”

“Steven has not been traveling as much and when he’s home, he gets all my attention as you know,” she says before turning to the bartender to order a glass of wine.

“How is Steven?” I ask, because Helena’s husband is also a member here. They are big-time swingers and like to switch partners, which is pretty much what constitutes our regular members. Most people in here are in committed relationships, but they like a little debauchery in their sex lives. Steven doesn’t mind Helena coming here on her own, nor does she mind if he does. Their relationship is very odd, but it totally works for them.

“He’s tired,” she says as she turns back to me with clear worry in her voice. “I wish he’d cut back on his travel, but you know he’ll never slow down.”

I nod in understanding. When you love what you do, it’s not like a job. Steven is a diamond broker, and Helena is an attorney. Both are locals here in Vegas. They’ve been members since the doors opened, but they aren’t in here often because they work their asses off.

The bartender sets Helena’s wine on the bar.

“Put that on my tab,” I tell him.

The bartender nods, and Helena smiles at me as she takes her glass in a perfectly manicured hand. I know from firsthand experience those nails like to scratch backs while lost in desire. “Thanks, love. That’s sweet.”

Taking a slight step in so I can lean closer to her, I murmur. “Will you join me tonight?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” she says with a grin above her wineglass as she looks at me with hot eyes.

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