Possessed by Passion (Doms of Destiny, Colorado 9)

“What state are you in now?” Dustin asked.

“Sustained, Sir. We haven’t done anything yet.”

He grinned. “Get the rest of your clothes off, sub, so we can.”

“Yes, Sir.” She was enjoying this more than she’d even imagined she would. She removed her bra and both her guys’ stares fell to her breasts.

Dustin let out a big hot sigh. “God, I never get tired of seeing your gorgeous body, baby.”

He always made her feel so beautiful.

“Take the rest off, sub,” Mick commanded in a tone she’d never heard come from him. It left no room for argument, only obedience, and it made her feel wonderfully excited.

Even though she’d been naked in front of them many times since their first time together, she felt a little shy in this room for some reason.

“What are you waiting for, sub?” Dustin grabbed her hand and squeezed lightly. “Mick gave you a command. We were taught to expect you to obey instantly.”

“Yes, Sir.” She slipped out of her skirt and stood in front of him and Dustin in only her thong, trembling like a leaf.

Mick grinned wickedly. “Since our sub hesitated, we should give her a spanking, bro.”

“I agree.” Dustin sat down on the bench and patted his lap. “Bend over me, sub.”

“Yes, Sir.” She leaned over his legs. “Like this?”

“Exactly like that.” Dustin’s hand landed on her ass and she felt a hot sting that shook her to her core in a way she never imagined. It was a mix of pain and pleasure that added to her anxiety and also her excitement.

Clearly concerned with her well being, Dustin asked softly, “What state are you in, sub?”

Her mind was spinning. What was the word she needed to say? “Objection. I mean…Overruled.”

“Oh God, I blew it already.” Dustin froze. “We’ll stop. Baby, whatever you need. It’s okay. This is all about you.”

“No. Sorry, Sir. Sustained. Oh God, sustained. That’s the word I mean. I like it. I want to feel more. Please.”

“Sit up, honey,” Dustin ordered, laughing.

Shaking, she answered. “Yes, Sir. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to mess up like that. It’s just that…it felt…amazing.”

“You didn’t mess up, baby.” He kissed her. “We’re all new but we’ll get better at this. Together. I love you so much.”

Mick bent down and pressed his lips to hers. “I love you with all my heart. You are

ours, Paris Cottrell.”

“Now and forever,” Dustin added.

“I love you both, Masters.”

Paris sighed as the memory faded back into the recesses of her mind. Dustin had been so wonderful that night and many nights after. So had Mick. The three of them had discovered so much about each other. And then Dustin began pushing her to go to medical school.

Since their breakup, he’d made it crystal clear that he wasn’t willing to be just friends. Deep down, she knew Mick felt the same way, though he clearly played the game to make sure she remained in his life until they could be reconciled. There could be no reconciliation. How can there be with me holding back such a big secret?

Mick might understand, though she wasn’t so sure. But Dustin she was sure wouldn’t understand. He would be furious, and he would have every right to be. And then he would push like never before for her to start practicing medicine.

No, damn it. I’m a nurse, not a surgeon, despite the diploma. Yes, I performed a lot of surgeries, but there were always amazing surgeons around in case I made a mistake. I never made a mistake, but that didn’t matter. I knew they were close.

That’s why the job offer in Wilde appealed to her. Dr. Alex Champion was an amazing surgeon. One of the best. Being on his surgical staff would be difficult with her insecurities, but something she had to do, because in Destiny she was an RN. Period. And the only nursing job in her hometown kept her with him. Dustin, the most frustrating man she’d ever had to deal with, and also the one she continued to dream about at night.