They want to make me theirs. They want to make mesubmit, and make me feel things I’ve never felt before. Things I’ve never dared todreamabout.
Three men with an offer of a lifetime – the chance to fulfill the dirtiest, filthiest, most forbidden fantasy a girl could ever imagine.
There’s only one question. Do Idare?
They say two is a party and three’s a crowd, but I don’t think that’s right.
Three is perfect. The filthiest, hottest, most mind-blowing type of perfect imaginable.
That is, if I canhandleit.
Bossed Three Timesis a hot, steamy read involving a mfmm menage romance with three utterly obsessed alpha heroes. This isallabout her – no m/m. If you love over-the-top, slightly unrealistic, and wildly dirty romance with plenty of steam, this one’s for you! HEA with NO CHEATING!
Author’s Note:
Warning: This book is HOT. It's really dirty, and it's really naughty, and it’s really going to melt your kindles (among other things…). Please know that this book is a MFMM romance, which is to say, it'sallabout her - no MM action.
This book issort ofa continuation of another book of mine -Twice Bossed, but, not really. It is a completely standalone story - you DO NOT have to have readTwice Bossedfirst, at all.
Copyright ©2016 Madison Faye
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Editing: Sennah Tate
Cover: White Rabbit Creative
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are solely the product of the author’s imagination and/or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, organizations, actual events or locales is entirely coincidental. The author acknowledges the trademark status of products referred to in this book and acknowledges that trademarks have been used without permission.
This book is intended for mature, adult audiences only. It contains extremely sexually explicit and graphic scenes and language which may be considered offensive by some readers. This book is strictly intended for those over the age of 18.
All sexually active characters in this work are 18 years of age or older. All acts of a sexual nature are completely consensual.
1
The doorto the garage slammed shut, startling me from the book I was reading at the dining room table. I’d heard the familiar sound of Jason’s car pulling into the garage a few minutes before, followed by the familiar sound of the automatic garage door grinding back down. But the fury in the door-slam and the mutterings down the hall told me something was up.
It also told me he was drunk.
I sighed and dropped the book to the table, rubbing my temples. I glared at the time and at then at the dinner I’d made, now sitting cold on the table.
“Everything alright, honey?”
“It’sfine,” came the sharp response from the hallway, followed by my boyfriend’s stomping steps to the kitchen. Another sigh escaped me as I glanced down at the copy ofHoning Your ResumeI’d been paging through while waiting for him.
I wasn’t working these days, since Jason had insisted that it was his job to “provide” ever since we’d moved in together the month before. I’d gone along with it, because you do things you never thought you’d do when you think you love someone.
I wasn’t so sure of that after a month of playing second fiddle to Jason’s career — “career”, or rather, his propensity for going out to drinks after work and leaving me bored and stir-crazy back at home. I had a damnmastersdegree, for crying out loud, and here I was playing housewife all day while my boyfriend was out half the night getting wasted. I’d thought about getting back into the workforce, but the number of job offers I had before we moved in together dwindled, until there was nothing but an empty inbox waiting for me every day.
“The hell are you reading, Arianna?”
I glanced up to see Jason swaying in the doorway, holding a fresh beer from the fridge and reeking of whiskey even from across the room. My eyes dropped to his collar, and suddenly my blood was boiling.
Lipstick.
There on his shirt collar, like the most ridiculous cliche out of a movie.