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.”

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.”

“Do you want to share her with me like that? Because I want to fuck her while my dick’s rubbing against yours and feel like I’m fucking you both.”