"Get out! The billionaire mogul?" Holy shit! This isn't just a premiere wedding but a freaking coup d'état!
"One and the same."
She'd have loved nothing more than to kiss the over satisfied smirk off Zeke's face.
This was huge for them; a game changing type of wedding. If they pulled this off, it would turn Bridal Dreams, Incorporated into one of the most elite wedding planning companies in the world.
"When do we leave?" Kara grinned. This was the marque wedding ceremony she'd dreamed about ever since starting her small business in her kitchen all those years ago. And bless them, but somehow her two partners had made her dream happen. She wanted to break out the bubbly and kiss both of them.
"That's the spirit." Chase leaned forward, glancing at Zeke with a silent question masking his visage. If she wasn't so thrilled over this news, she'd be concerned about the secretive glances passing between those two. What in the world were they up to?
"This Wednesday. If we are agreed that we want this one," Zeke murmured, his gaze narrowed slightly as he seemed to read her body language. His features had shifted and his countenance looked all the world like a panther about to pounce on its prey.
"Hell, yeah, we want it. Get the tickets." Kara pushed her chair back, shaking off the feeling that something, she couldn't put her finger on what, was off about the whole scenario. She ignored her trepidation; she had far too much to complete and a smidgeon of time to accomplish it in.
"We aren't finished. We have a lot to go over, pet," Zeke said, attempting to stall her as she bee-lined it toward the conference door. They would have to do that later. She didn't have any meetings with prospective brides lined up for this week, and had only planned on working on current projects.
"We'll have the six hour flight to discuss things. You know as well as I do that the bride will change her mind a hundred times before we are through. I need to go pack up my samples and get ready to leave. This ceremony being so long distance, I want to make sure I have everything I might need. Email me the bride's initial thoughts on what she's looking for, if you have them, and I can get a few mock ups put together. Also, if you have the specs on the building they want the wedding in, that would be fabulous."
Kara finished over her shoulder as she pulled the conference door open, "Great work, guys. Have Gretchen call me with the airfare details once she's in. Why don't you pick me up at my place on the way to JFK?"
Then she left her partners in the conference room. Gretchen would take care of the office and bookings while they were away. She had complete confidence in her assistant. Kara, as luck would have it, had not moved all of her sample books to the office yet, and only had the most popular available there. She'd been meaning to have them lugged over but today the fact that she hadn't was working in her favor. Kara collected the books she had in the office, selecting the ones she felt would be most appropriate for a destination last minute wedding, as there were some vendors who refused to do anything with less than a three month window. Kara almost danced out of the office, she was so happy. It totally made up for the crappy way her Monday had begun.
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Zeke watched Kara's delectable heart-shaped ass high tail it out of the conference room. His dick was still semi-hard from her little peep show. She had gorgeous breasts. He'd had to restrain himself from crossing the small space in her office and bending her over her desk. The thought of having Kara at his mercy, splayed naked and writhing underneath him while he sucked on those pretty rose nipples of hers, made him groan internally.
The McDougal wedding was going to be enormous for their little partnership. In more ways than just one, if he had anything to do with it. He glanced at Chase, his best friend and business partner. They had met in a BDSM club some years back, then later joined the Dungeon Fantasy Club, and enjoyed the thrill of topping a woman together. The Dom partnership had grown rather organically, but had developed to the point where they decided on a single conquest together, both of them needing to be in agreement on the chosen sub, before selecting her.
And they wanted Kara. They had wanted her since they had met her at the Manhattan Bridal Convention four years ago. Just the way her smile lit up a room when she entered, her luminous emerald eyes that always seemed to hold some mischief and secret that only she was privy to, her sharp intellectual mind, business savvy, and a body that made him want to get on his knees and worship her taut form. Kara made his Dom heart sing, and he wasn't the only one. Chase had it just as bad for their partner. Zeke wanted nothing more than to have her bound and on her knees before him, keening his name.
"Do you think she'll agree?" Chase asked, studying Zeke with an underlying terseness to his voice. While they were dual tops, Chase had always followed Zeke's lead when it came to selecting a sub. He was fine with that—preferred it actually being more of a dictatorship with him in charge than a democracy between them. Zeke got off on the control, he needed the control. He had given it away once, and it had cost him dearly. It was a road he refused to travel back down.
Zeke understood Chase's unease. They were both treading difficult waters with Kara. If they made their play to maneuver her into their bed and it backfired, they'd be in a world of hurt both personally and professionally. They cared about Kara and didn't want the friendship they had to end. It was just that neither of them could seem to move past wanting her to distraction. Until they satiated this ever pressing need, Zeke knew it would follow them around doggedly until it was fulfilled.
"We'll need to begin the seduction on the way to the airport, state our terms so to speak, and see how she reacts. It will need to come from both of us. Then we can tempt her with the Dungeon Fantasy Club at Mullardoch, and see if she bites." Zeke wasn't a betting man, preferring solid ground under his feet, but he'd bet ten to one odds that Kara was a sub. He'd watched her date a few men since they'd known her, and her demeanor screamed sub looking for the right Dom.
"And if she doesn't?" Chase asked, less certain than Zeke was about their partner.
Zeke wasn't worried, much. If the passion she'd directed at him briefly in her office and at a multitude of wedding functions was any indication, he'd place money on the fact that she felt the attraction between them. And he'd witnessed her biting her lip a time or two when she stared at Chase. The woman had a physical attraction to and interest in both of them, he was sure of it, but perceived that she was likely more concerned about the office implications of a relationship than anything else.
"Then she doesn't. We'll find a sub in the DFC to slake our appetites." That was the worst case scenario. Zeke had never set his sights on a sub and not scored.
"I don't want a sub who's not Kara," Chase admitted glumly. He'd been more down than usual but Zeke figured if there was something really bothering him, he would say something.
"Me either. We will just have to wage a strong campaign; the limo ride to the airport should be a good enough place to start the seduction. Even if she says no at first, we will have our entire trip in Scotland to tempt her. I'll get on the horn to Declan and let him know we're coming. I'll make sure he puts Kara's room between the two of ours." Zeke shoved away from the table. Kara would be theirs, make no mistake. He felt it in his bones that she was the sub for them.
She would be theirs, he wouldn't take defeat lightly.
Chapter Two
Pachelbel's Canon in D started playing from Kara's cell phone on her antique nightstand.
Her apartment was on the third floor of a hundred-year-old building in Brooklyn, and it had all the charm and kinks a of historic building. The windows stuck, her tub was heavy porcelain, and Zeke scoffed at her kitchen almost like it was an affront to his religion. Her boots clicked against the hardwood floors as she walked to her nightstand.
Kara answered her phone, thinking she really needed to redecorate her bedroom with her portion of the fee as she was packing her final suitcase. Her fourth one. So much for packing light! Those four suitcases were in addition to her purse
and computer bag, since she had no idea how long they would be staying. With a job like this, if the bride-to-be was, shall we say, difficult to please, Kara could end up being there for a few weeks. Excitement threaded her veins at the prospect of visiting Scotland. She had been out of the country only once before, on her high school seniors trip to France a decade ago.
"Elise, I'm so glad you caught me before I left," she murmured into her cell.
"Me too. When do you leave? And of course I'll pick up your mail until you get back," Elise's melodic voice flowed through the speaker on her phone. Elise was one of Kara's best friends. They'd met in college while studying design and had been friends ever since. They both had gone into similar fields, although Elise's was a bit more creative. She designed some of the most heavenly bridal gowns by hand, and they referred each other business all the time.
"Zeke and Chase should be here in ten minutes or so depending on traffic. I just finished packing, of course." Kara chuckled and zipped up the suitcase, then hefted it, rolling it out to join the other three pieces of luggage lying near the front door.
"I'm so happy for you. What a huge score!" Elise sounded a bit awed, like Kara had been awarded the duties of overseeing the British Monarchy's nuptials.
If Kara had had a moment to think about anything other than getting her mock up proposals together and packing, she'd probably be hyperventilating over the significant importance of this wedding for Bridal Dreams. "Well, that's why I wanted to talk to you, actually. The nuptials are so last minute for the bride-to-be that I wanted to toss your name in the ring for potential wedding dress designers. I won't know until I reach Scotland and have a chance to discuss it with the bride, but I wanted to see what your schedule is like and if you have room for a last minute dress."
"Have I told you how much I love you? Of course I'm in; I'll email you my portfolio. This is a slower time of year for me so just let me know and I can be on a flight next week."
"Haha, well you won't be thanking me if the woman is a total Bridezilla!"
"True, but it helps to think of the sweet rush fee added to cost of a last minute design. I might be able to take that trip to the Bahamas after all," Elise said.
"Maybe I'll go with you. I gotta run. The guys will be here any minute." Her buzzer rang, speak of the devil, and she headed toward her front door.
"Okay, ciao. My portfolio should be in your inbox. Oh, and don't do anything I wouldn't do."
Laughing at Elise's comment, it was usually their line for the other when they had a date, Kara said, "I won't. We'll have to have a girls' night when I get back."
"Absolutely, be safe." Elise hung up just as Kara opened the door and felt the breath whoosh from her lungs.
"Hey gorgeous, ready for this?" Chase stood outside her door and the only word her brain could come up with was 'yummy'. He still hadn't shaved his goatee and it shrouded his delectable lips making them more pronounced. Kara would have loved nothing more than to suck on his plump bottom lip. The curls of his thick midnight hair beckoned a woman's fingers, tempting her to see just how silky his hair was. His onyx eyes smoldered as they assessed her form.
Had there ever been a man of her acquaintance who wore a pair of jeans so well? They rode low on his lean hips and she stifled a groan. She couldn't be this attracted to her partner. Maybe she should find a distraction in Scotland. She'd heard they wore nothing under their kilts and were rather strapping in all the right areas. It wouldn't be a hardship to head to a local pub and have a sweaty bout of sex with a willing Scotsman to wrestle her hormones back into line.
"Yes, I am ready." She pointed to her luggage perched near the door.
His eyes widened when he spied her suitcases lined up. "Have you ever heard of packing light?"
She snorted. "Sweetie, this is me packing light. Let me grab my purse and we can go."
Kara switched off the lights, double checked that her passport was stowed in her purse, shouldered her computer bag, and then hefted two of her suitcases. The lighter ones, of course. Chase grabbed the other two that were packed with her Bridal Dreams samples. Damn things weighed a ton. She'd had to test them on her luggage scale and they both came in at forty-nine pounds apiece. Locking her door behind them, they descended the three flights of her walk up in Brooklyn.
Zeke stood outside underneath a canopy of fall foliage beside a sleek black limo, holding the back door open and talking on his cell. In the middle of the day her neighborhood was relatively quiet, for New York standards, anyway. There was always movement and hustle in this city. Kara loved her tree-lined street, especially at this time of year. All the leaves were bright orange and yellow, with a hint of frost tinging the air. Zeke smiled at her as she and Chase met the driver at the curb. He relieved them of her luggage and the three of them slid into the back of the limo. Chase went in first, she followed, and Zeke in his tailored slacks, looking very dapper for a long flight over the Atlantic, climbed in behind her.
Kara found herself smooshed between her partners. A long black limo, and they were all piled onto the back seat. She didn't want to be the rude one and ask for more space so she fastened her seatbelt. It was rather cozy being positioned between their large frames. Zeke was a good six feet tall, lengthy and lean like a swimmer. His broad shoulders brushed hers. Chase was a smidgeon shorter than Zeke at roughly five ten, but he had a stockier build, much more like a boxer. His thick thigh rested alongside her leg.
Zeke hung up his phone as the limo pulled away from the curb and they were speeding off toward JFK International Airport.
"Declan's fiancée is thrilled that we have agreed to come on board her last minute wedding. Did you have a chance to contact Elise?" Zeke inquired.
"But of course. She just returned my call before you two arrived. She emailed me her portfolio so I will have it to entice our bride-to-be with."
"Excellent. Declan provided me a bit more of the run down. He's fine with paying for the best, and to ensure it goes off without a hitch. He's set aside five million on the budget but said if more is needed, so be it. Exact words. The entire wedding and reception are all going to be at his manor home. His fiancée wants to use the music conservatory for the actual ceremony, then the grand ballroom for the reception."
The man had a manor home and a huge budget. Kara couldn't wait to plan this wedding. "It should make it so much easier to have it all in one place. The trick will be making the transition between the two rooms orderly and elegant." Kara thought over her mock-ups. There was one in particular that might serve them well.
"That where I come in," Chase injected. "I've thought about it, and once we view the space we will know whether it would work, but my thoughts were to create a path from the conservatory to the ballroom for the guests and bridal party. Depending on the type of theme she wants, I could design some Greek or Celtic style columns, string them with lights, and make it so the path between the music conservatory and the hall is partitioned from the rest of the manor."
"Have I told you lately just how brilliant you are? I knew there was a reason I agreed to this partnership. I had the exact same idea." Kara grinned at Chase.
Chase's lips landed on hers, his hands holding her face as he plundered her mouth. Shock radiated throughout her being as he skillfully thrust his tongue between her lips, stroking over her tongue in his ardent caress. Shock bleed into need and her lips and body responded, kissing him in return as he possessed her mouth.
She was in heaven. Chase's mouth erotically teased her lips, nipping them open wider so he could plunge inside her depths. The short stubble above his lip grated against her upper lip. The abrasion burned, sending waves of desire pulsating in her body. This was what had been missing from her life lately, unabashed passion. She lost herself in his kiss, tasting him, running her tongue over his. He tasted like whipped cream and caramel coffee, and she wanted to drown in him. She sighed against his lips as the reality of his kiss exceeded her wildest dreams.
A large hand cupped her right b
reast, Kara groaned as the firm hand kneaded her flesh through the fabric of her top, brushing her jacket aside. Then a warm mouth replaced the caressing hand, closing over the puckered tip and sucking her nipple through the fabric of her top and bra. Awareness zapped her brain. It was Zeke's mouth on her breast. When he rolled her nipple in his tongue, biting the turgid peak through the material, the sharp pleasure made her stiffen. She pushed at Zeke and Chase, shoving them away from her, unbuckled her seatbelt and scrambled out of the seat to the other side so that she was facing her partners.
Her breathing rasped in her lungs as she drew a shuddered breath. Kara battled back the desire thrumming in her system and stared in bewilderment at her partners. Her breast still tingled from Zeke's mouth, and her lips were on fire from Chase's stubble. And, god help her, a part of her wanted to sink back into their embrace and see where it took them.
"What the hell was that?" she questioned them, her glare bouncing between the two men. Need churned in her belly and she fought the rising tide as her pulse pounded in her ears.
Chase had a pained expression on his face, while Zeke's face was an unreadable mask as he studied her. The air was charged with explosive potential. The usual camaraderie that existed between the three of them had transformed into startling need.
"Well?" she prodded. Her tumultuous emotions wouldn't allow her to back away from understanding why the game had so suddenly changed on her.
Zeke spoke first, taking the lead. "That, pet, was the first volley from us. We want you in our bed, Kara. You might know our tastes when it comes to sex are different."
"I knew you guys were a gay couple, but—"
Zeke sputtered. "I could see why you would think that, but we're not gay. We're what the BDSM world calls tops, we're Dominants who have found that we enjoy topping a woman together."
Chase interjected. "We've wanted you to be our sub for some time, Kara. We thought this trip would be the perfect place to see if you would give us a try."
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