The Architect (Nashville Neighborhood, #3)

by Nikki Sloane

My quiet, studious looking neighbor built custom, high-end BDSM furniture.

“And I had plans for you. This,” his gaze swept over my nude form, “is way ahead of my schedule.”

But nerves made my voice go uneven. “I like,” I rasped, “how you’re watching.” I had nothing to be nervous about because my confession earned me the biggest grin I’d seen yet from him. If I’d had any air left in my lungs, his gorgeous smile would have taken it all. The man’s

His kiss was hot and dominating. In its wake, some far off voice in my head began to whisper. It warned me if I wanted to keep Clay, it was better not to get too close. Don’t let him in. I worried it was already too late.

“I’m sorry,” I blurted. “Being with you wasn’t a mistake. I still feel your kiss, and it’s burning me up inside.”

“This is what you want?” he asked. “Me to clean up after him?” I didn’t know if this was a turn-on for the men, but for me? Fucking yes. Not just because I’d get an orgasm, but the idea of it . . . It was so dirty and hot, I couldn’t catch my breath. So, I swallowed thickly, gave him a shy smile, and bobbed my head.

He stared at me bound to the table he’d built, and watched as another man feasted on the pussy he’d just fucked.

We could become a throuple. Not an open relationship, but three people committed to each other through sex, support, trust, and love.