Ecstasy Times Two Plus Three [The Dakota Dynasty 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More)

The Dakota Dynasty 2

Ecstasy Times Two Plus Three

In the business world, Lydia Amberson is at the top of her game, but on her thirty-fifth birthday, she finds herself without a love life, and in a foreign country on a business trip. To celebrate her birthday, Caleb Hoffman and Nick Falcone, two gorgeous men she works with, set out to prove to her that despite her insecurities, she is still a stunningly beautiful woman that any man would be proud to be seen with. Having a drink in a bar after a successful business meeting, Nick and Caleb, alpha males to the extreme, introduce Lydia to a D/s experience she finds shockingly erotic. Against what she considers her better judgment, Lydia agrees to an overseas fling with her men, who teach her to release her inhibitions and experience unbridled desire for the first time in her life.

Can the men convince Lydia that what they have is more than just ménage lust, it’s a lifetime commitment?

Genre:
Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Western/Cowboys

Length:
40,858 words
 

The Dakota Dynasty 2

Robin Gideon

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ECSTASY TIMES TWO PLUS THREE

The Dakota Dynasty 2

ROBIN GIDEON

Copyright © 2013

Mumbai, India — August

Those guys are sooo crushing this meeting.

Though Lydia Amberson would never tell her coworkers how much they impressed her with their presentation to some of the most powerful businessmen in India, she was too solid a businesswoman to not acknowledge—if only to herself—that the men were nothing less than top-notch professionals.

“What you can count on from New Oslo International,” said Nick Falcone, executive vice president of operations for the North Dakota-based conglomerate, “is a steady supply of oil for a generation or more. With the rising standard of living in India comes a rising need for energy. This is a win-win operation for India, and for our company.” Standing behind his chair in front of the long, oblong table, he turned his palms upward in the universal gesture for additional questions. When none came, after several seconds he said, “Well then, I’ll turn this over to my colleague, Ms. Lydia Amberson.”

Lydia felt a sudden quickening of her pulse, just as she always did whenever billions of dollars, spread out over a decade or more, were on the line. She cleared her throat, stood, pushed her chair in front of herself, and hoped like hell that she wasn’t showing too much cleavage for the staid Mumbai businessmen. She then began explaining in precise terms the advantages of doing business with the company that her family had founded and still owned a controlling interest in, and which had made the Amberson family billionaires.

* * * *

Nick watched Lydia speaking, but surreptitiously he was checking in on the eight Indian businessmen assembled in the conference room, studying their reaction to what she was saying. He knew it was a risky proposition to have Lydia speak to the men. India was not exactly being on the global forefront of women’s rights, but as a direct blood descendant of the company’s founder and a solid professional in every measure that mattered, she could hardly be excluded.

He watched as the men, all of them wearing turbans and Western-style business suits, were nodding their heads in silent agreement while Lydia explained how they all had to be visionary in their approach to tackling energy issues, not just for today, but for future generations.

She’s got them all eating out of the palm of her hand. She’s terrific.
His gaze roamed over the curvaceous woman standing only a few feet away. He made a conscious effort to not look at her voluptuous breasts. It was an effort that he’d had to make every working day for the past seven years, though she never showed more than the merest hint of cleavage.
If she wasn’t an Amberson, and wasn’t working at the same company I do, I’d ask her out for a drink. I’d move heaven and earth for a night of passion with her. Hell, one night wouldn’t nearly be enough.

“And so you see, gentlemen, while I admit to having a profit motive for coming to an agreement with you regarding oil shipments in the future, the profit I seek is not profit for my company alone.” She smiled charmingly, and Nick felt like a fist was suddenly tightening around his heart. And another one around his balls. “New Oslo International can help bring your country into the twenty-first century, and in doing so, make the men in this room, and their organizations, a tidy and well-deserved profit.”

Nick didn’t often hear powerful men clapping their hands in appreciation after hearing a business proposal, so when the Indian executives in the room applauded, Nick was both pleased with Lydia’s performance, and enormously aroused by it. Nothing turned on Nick’s libido quite like competence. But when you add in eyes the color of sweet chocolate, stunning good looks that were more nuanced and sophisticated now that she was thirty-five instead of twenty-five, breasts that were too extravagant to be hidden no matter how hard she tried, and a curvy figure that women fifteen years her junior would kill for, then Nick’s always-responsive cock was endlessly in a state of semi-erection, though sometimes he had a fully engorged hard-on, to his chagrin.

“Gentlemen, do you have any questions for me?” Lydia asked.

She folded her arms beneath her breasts, and though Nick was certain she didn’t mean to draw attention to her lavish bosom, that’s exactly what she was doing. For a fleeting moment, he wondered what she’d look like in exactly that same posture, but with no clothes on.

It was the wrong thought to have. Instantly, his cock awoke, twitching and starting to grow inside his trousers. Knowing that he had to distract himself immediately before he embarrassed himself with bulging slacks like some teenager, he turned to his colleague, Caleb Hoffmann.

“Do you see any problems that we haven’t already discussed?” he asked in a whisper.

Caleb looked into his eyes, and Nick saw the humor there. “The only problem I can see is how we’re going to get her out of this room without our soon-to-be Mumbai clients begging to seal the deal with a kiss.”

Nick rolled his eyes. “We’ll discuss that later.”

The trick worked. His brief conversation with Caleb had turned his thoughts away from Lydia’s ostentatiously feminine charms, and that had somewhat calmed his highly excitable cock.

One of the Mumbai businessman, incongruously wearing a Savile Row suit along with a traditional Indian turban, as though to emphasize his international business life, cleared his throat and asked, “And how often can we expect you to return to our humble port to ensure that the operation is running smoothly.”

“Well, I’m in Business Development, so I’m not truly involved with Operations,” Lydia replied.

“Then you won’t be returning,” the businessman said, in a dejected tone that said he clearly wasn’t happy about not seeing Lydia again.

“However,” Lydia said smoothly, picking up the cue, “should you want me to return, say, every four months, just to see that this enterprise is satisfying your expectations, I don’t have a problem with that.”

Nick watched the businessmen smile and nod approvingly.

Damn, she’s quick. She knows the only reason they want her to return is so they can look at her, but she’s not going to let that interfere with the contract. She’s all business…and she’s all fucking gorgeous.

* * * *

Being careful to not draw attention to himself, Caleb slipped a hand beneath the oblong mahogany table and adjusted the erection inside his trousers so that he was a little more comfortable. If he had to stand suddenly, everyone in the room would see for themselves his reaction to Lydia’s charms. He tried to tell himself that he was forty-five years old, which was much too old to have his body reacting like a teenage boy seeing a pretty girl, but that did nothing to quell his body’s response to Lydia.

Look at those lips. I’d give a fortune in gold and a year of my life to kiss those lips.
He looked away for a moment, blinking his eyes as though he’d picked up a speck of dust, when in fact he just had to get Lydia out of his vision for a few seconds.
I’ll bet she gives a great blow job. No! Don’t think that! Don’t ever, ever think that!