Double Shot

by Christine d'Abo

Overview

Coffee shop owner Sadie Long has been lusting after her good friend Paul Williams for years. So she's more than a little intrigued when he invites her to a business meeting at Mavericks, the sex club where he works. While catering an event at the club is not quite the proposition she was hoping for, her business could use the boost. And she can't resist the chance to work closely with Paul in such a sexually charged atmosphere. Enter the club's hot owner, Josh, and suddenly Sadie's fantasizing about being part of a threesome.

Paul has always wanted Sadie, but never thought she'd see him as anything more than a friend. On the night of the party, he and Josh tempt Sadie to reveal her deepest desire—a desire both men are eager to help fulfill.

Giving in to her sensual side, Sadie enjoys a night of mind-blowing sex. But in the light of day, will she lose Paul as a friend, or gain him as a lover?

Book 1 of the Long Shots series.

29,000 words

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9781426892387
Publisher:	Carina Press
Publication date:	10/03/2011
Series:	Long Shots , #1
Sold by:	HARLEQUIN
Format:	eBook
Sales rank:	1,385,412
File size:	411 KB

About the Author

A romance novelist and short story writer, Christine has over fifty publications to her name. She loves to exercise and stops writing just long enough to keep her body in motion too. When she’s not pretending to be a ninja in her basement, she’s most likely spending time with her family. You can visit Christine at her website www.christinedabo.com.

Read an Excerpt

Never in her life had Sadie been to a sex club. She did have certain preconceptions about what the interior of one should look like—metal trim, neon lights, lots of leather and nakedness—but not once had she considered the inclusion of the large wooden cross currently facing her from the stage. Anyone entering Mavericks for the first time would be struck by the sight. Leather cuffs dangled from the tips of shining silver chains secured to the dark polished wood. The beams were crossed with supporting leather straps. The thing taunted her na vet , practically begging her to come forward and throw herself at its mercy.

She cleared her throat.

Warmth from the afternoon sun still heated her skin, a contrast to the cool air of the bar. She'd agreed to come at this hour because the club would be empty of the normal crowd, saving her from any possible embarrassment. While she'd known Paul wouldn't tease her for being a bit wide-eyed during her first visit to Mavericks, she'd rather not face an entire room filled with club members. Thankfully, the main bar was otherwise empty of any other unusual equipment.

If her siblings could see her avoiding the behemoth in the room, they'd tease the holy hell out of her. She was not a prude, thank you very much. Her footsteps clicked as she kept walking in a wide circle around the center stage and the cross. Sadie wasn't completely innocent. In theory, she knew what a St. Andrew's Cross was even if she lacked the practical experience. Her sister, Paige, had told her about a few times when she'd been stretched out on one, how she could have come out of her skin from the sexual turn-on she'd experienced—and hadn't that been a screwed-up conversation.

But being faced with the reality was much different than any fleeting fantasies Sadie had.

""Paul?""

No response. Sadie checked her watch, wishing once again that she'd called ahead to make sure he wouldn't be late. She'd come right over from the coffee shop, which was only a five-minute power walk through Toronto's Queer West district. She should head back and wait for Paul. It would be better than skulking about an adult-only club by herself.

She hated being alone.

""Paul?"" Yeah, this was so not going to plan.

Unable to stop herself any longer, Sadie's gaze slid over to the cross. She pictured herself tied up, stretched wide and exposed, surrounded in the crowded club, making her the center of attention. Paul would be there, dressed in leather pants, bare-chested and wielding a flogger, marking her pale skin. The reality was, she couldn't imagine being brave enough to do something like that. She wasn't like Paige. Or Ian for that matter. Her siblings had gotten all the showmanship genes in the family. Sadie was content to hang out on the sidelines.

And if she were completely honest with herself, being on the receiving end of a public flogging wasn't what actually fired her sexual imagination—but being with Paul did.

The tap, tap, tap of footfalls on the catwalk above grabbed her attention. She caught sight of Paul as he turned the corner and came down the metal staircase. When his gaze met hers, it was as if a switch flipping somewhere deep inside her chest. Squeezing the edge of her clipboard, she mentally beat down the butterflies.

""Sadie! I'm sorry. The minute I walked through the door, I had to take an emergency call. I'm gone for twenty minutes and you'd think the world was falling apart at my office. You weren't waiting long?""

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