by Robin Gideon
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
ECSTASY TIMES TWO PLUS THREE
The Dakota Dynasty 2
Robin Gideon
MENAGE AND MORE
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ECSTASY TIMES TWO PLUS THREE
The Dakota Dynasty 2
ROBIN GIDEON
Copyright © 2013
Chapter One
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!
But the errant, libidinous thought had entered his consciousness, and his cock, straining mightily against hand-tailored trousers, reacted by getting even harder. And since his cock was significant in both length and girth, and his slacks were not tailored to accommodate a formidable erection, his discomfort was considerable.
As head of Operations for this Mumbai project, it would be his responsibility to get the product from the North Dakota oil fields to India, and do it profitably and safely. The distance between North Dakota and India would present challenges, but he welcomed them. With Lydia’s undeniable allure, and his cock ever-ready where she was concerned, he needed complex problems to take up his thoughts.
I’ve got to put some distance between myself and her or I’m going to go right out of my mind. Don’t think about her. Don’t think about her at all.
It was a losing effort. Caleb could no more banish Lydia from his consciousness than he could make himself appear to be anything other than what he was, a big American cowboy with a flair for getting things done.
* * * *
As they left the boardroom, Lydia could feel the sexual tension in the air, surrounding her and her colleagues in an aura of forbidden sensuality. The last thing in the world she needed was emotional turmoil, and if she was certain of anything, it was that getting involved with someone in the company was a bad, bad idea. Even if it was just sex with no strings attached, Lydia was certain that an intra-office affair would mess things up terribly.
“So then it’s back to the hotel?” Nick asked as the trio stepped out of the office building. “How about we all have a drink?”
Lydia felt a shiver go through her. Not only had she made it a point to never have an affair with a coworker, she didn’t even socialize with them sufficiently to have a casual cocktail after hours.
“I don’t know…” Lydia said, turning her attention away from the big men bracketing her on the sidewalk. She looked around for a taxicab. “I’m not really in the mood for a drink.”
“Let me buy you one,” Nick said. “It’s your birthday, after all. And besides, we just landed a magnificent contract, so a little celebration seems in order.”
Caleb chuckled and added, “Damn sure does seem in order. That project is going to be a real money-maker for us.”
Lydia closed her eyes for a moment. “I really wish you hadn’t reminded me about my birthday,” she said in a low voice. A taxicab raced by on the street, not slowing despite the fact that Lydia had raised a hand to hail it. “I hate this country. Women get zero respect here.”
Caleb raised his hand, and almost immediately a taxicab came nearly screeching to a stop to pick them up.
“This is the most sexist country on the planet,” Lydia said to the men in a low voice. “Seriously. It’s got to be.”
Nick opened the door and let Lydia move into the backseat. Wearing a knee-length skirt suit, she was careful to keep a hold on the bottom hem of the skirt, not wanting to flash more thigh than necessary. To move to the center of the backseat, she had to raise her bottom off the seat cushion. When she moved, she became very conscious of the movement of her breasts inside her bra. Her nipples tightened a little more, tingling a bit, and Lydia was thankful she wore a suit coat so their aroused condition wasn’t so visible.
A moment later, Lydia was pinned between Caleb and Nick in the backseat of a sedan made in Japan. She was aware of the strength and suppressed power of their bodies pressed against her own, of their long legs and wide shoulders, and of the virility that seemed to exude from them constantly.
“The Hotel Constantine,” Nick said.
It’s stupid of me to be this aroused. It’s stupid of me to be afraid to go to the bar and have a drink with Caleb and Nick. And it’s stupid of me to hate the frickin’ fact that it’s my birthday, and now I’m just one more unmarried thirty-five-year-old female executive.
Lydia didn’t know what to do with her hands, so she folded them in her lap. She had to be careful because she had one thigh pressed against Caleb, and one against Nick’s muscular leg. When there was some distance between herself and the men, she wasn’t so jittery, and she didn’t constantly feel like they were subtly flirting with her. But with them on either side of her, their biceps solid and warm and putting a sensual heat straight into her bloodstream, Lydia couldn’t forget the fact that it had bee
n three months since she’d had sex—and it had been pretty lame sex, at that. It was a one-time occurrence with the man, and she stopped answering his phone calls soon afterward.
The taxi pulled over to the curb in front of the Hotel Constantine, a marble, steel, and glass skyscraper that dominated the block. Nick got out first, unfolding his long, lanky figure from the backseat. He turned then, extending a helping hand down to Lydia. As she slid across the seat, she felt her skirt rise on her thighs, and though her first instinct was to pull it back down to the tops of her knees, an impish, flirtatious inner voice insisted she continue on. Taking his hand, she slid out of the taxi, but not before she showed Nick the elasticized lacy band at the top of her stocking, the clasp of her garter belt, and a thin strip of white skin above the dark silk.
Now why in hell did I do that? Both of these men are off-limits.
“Thank you,” Lydia said as she extracted her hand from Nick’s.
She tried to pretend that his touch hadn’t affected her, hadn’t made her feel distinctly feminine, but she could suddenly feel the pulse in her clit, and her nipples, always a barometer of her passions, beaded tightly. She was certain that without her suit coat, the fact that her nipples were erect would be visible through her bra and blouse.
The doorman opened the door, and the men stepped aside so that Lydia could enter first. Fleetingly, across the surface of her mind, she wondered if either of them—or perhaps even both of them—were looking at her backside as she walked.