Blade's Desire by Leah Brooke

would be easy to get lost in a place this size.
    Why hadn’t Blade waited for her?
    Stepping out into the hallway, she found the very formal butler who’d let her in.
    “Hello. Sebastian, isn’t it?”
    “Yes, Mademoiselle Kelly. If you’ll come with me, please. Master Blade is waiting.”
    Hearing the man who’d just forced three orgasms from her body referred to as ‘Master’ made Kelly’s pulse skyrocket.
    Nodding shyly, Kelly followed Sebastian to the elevator, uncomfortably aware that he had to know what she and Blade had been doing up here. Only a few minutes passed before the French butler escorted her back into the sitting room.
    “I talked to him until I was blue in the face when he visited, but this asshole doesn’t listen.”
    Kelly recognized Royce’s deep voice before she saw him. She’d never heard that tone from him before. Usually his voice sounded like dark silk, not this frustrated anger.
    Royce sat in the sitting room, along with King, both talking to Blade.
    The three owners of Club Desire might be different in looks, but they all had an aura of power that surrounded them.
    The way they held their bodies, the sharpness of their eyes and their commanding presence, all but shouted it. When three sets of those all knowing eyes turned in her direction, she felt like a deer caught in headlights.
    Jeez, if she could bottle that, she and Jesse would be set for life.
    “Kelly, you know Royce and King, don’t you?” Blade moved to stand beside her, his hand hot on her waist even through her dress, reminding her what it had felt like on her bare skin.
    “We’ve meet before. They’re not exactly customers. Yet. Nice to see you both again.”
    “Yes, I heard that you’re working on men’s products. Good luck with it.”
    Royce’s smooth tone, Kelly knew, drove women wild. With his long black curls, deep green eyes, and lean muscular build, he looked more beautiful than any movie star. Usually all smiles and charm, she’d heard he had a fiery temper when provoked.
    Although beautiful, he left Kelly cold. She wanted only Blade.
    “How have you been, Kelly?”
    King Taylor’s low gravelly voice fit him perfectly. He stood only about an inch shorter than both Blade and Royce, but where the other men had leanly muscled bodies, King looked huge.
    She’d heard he’d started lifting weights as a teenager because he’d been told he’d be too scrawny to work with the horses on his father’s ranch. He’d worked hard to become the kind of man his father would have been proud of, and she knew he must have been devastated that his father thought him weak.
    He’d obviously worked hard to change that because now he looked thickly muscled all over.
    His dark blonde hair had been cut shorter than the other men’s, just barely reaching his collar. Too rugged looking to be called handsome, he looked fierce, but everyone knew how gentle he could be. A woman would feel protected and cherished in those thickly corded arms.
    The only arms that Kelly wanted around her, though, were Blade’s.
    “I’m fine, King. And you?”
    “Fine, Kelly,” he replied absently, obviously frustrated. He sighed. “Sorry, honey. I’m good, thanks.” He smiled at her kindly. “Would you like something to drink?”
    “Water would be great,” she smiled her thanks. Her throat felt parched and sore from her screams of pleasure.
    “I’ll get it.” Blade moved to a small built in refrigerator she hadn’t noticed. Cracking open a bottle, he poured water into a heavy crystal glass and handed it to her as he led her to a leather sofa.
    “We’ll only be a few more minutes, Kelly.”
    Kelly flushed. Apparently interrupting a meeting, she started to rise, but Blade stopped her with a firm grip on her wrist.
    “Sit down, Kelly. We have a few things to discuss.”
    Kelly sank back to the sofa, automatically responding to the command in his voice, glancing at him nervously before lifting the glass to her lips.
    What did he