Cuffed to Him
ISBN-13: 9781781845981 • ISBN-10: 17818459811
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Available in print as part of the SHARING THE BILLIONAIRE anthology.
Joanna Carter needs a scintillating interview from hunky, jet-setting billionaires, Giff and Josh Spencer. When they show her their island—and their dungeon—Jo knows it’s folly to resist.
Joanna Carter earned—and carelessly dashed—a reputation as a hard-driving journalist. Now she has a chance to resurrect her career by interviewing her childhood friends and billionaire brothers, Giff and Josh Spencer. The men were once her next door neighbors. Now, they have bad press as playboys and Jo figures they need her as much as she needs them.
But when they fly Jo to their private island, dumping her laptop, her camera, and her tape recorder, they cuff her and usher her into their private dungeon. Then they thrill her with replays of their loving when all of them were young.
Yet now that they are older, is it wise to resurrect the BDSM and menage that fulfilled them? And what happens to Jo’s career if she throws over a good interview for lots of their good loving?
Should a woman give up everything for two men who once meant the world to her?
Reader Advisory: This story has been previously released as part of the SHARING THE BILLIONAIRE anthology by Totally Bound
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Objective. How was she going to remain objective? Joanna Carter snapped shut her laptop, even though her notes on the delicious Spencer brothers swam in her brain. With a wince, she told herself to relax and sank further into the plush chair in the private jet terminal. She was about to leave known civilisation for a remote Caribbean island owned by the two brothers who were the third and fourth richest men in the States. On their island she would work hard, play never, and interview the two grown men whom she had adored since she’d been four. Her journalism career—her own self-esteem—depended on whether she could keep her cool and write the profiles like the award-winning professional she had once been.
Could she do that? Hell. She had to, if she wanted to eat for the rest of her life. Too bad the only way to make that happen was to write an exposé of two men who had once been her best friends. And my fantastic lovers.
She scanned the ultra-modern terminal and worried her lower lip over the prospect of seeing the famous—the infamous—Spencer brothers after fourteen years. When she had lived next door to them in dusty west Texas, they had treated her like a third wheel, their buddy, their chubby little tag-along. Then they had been as nerdy as she was girly. As skinny as she was chunky. As funny as she was dry. And when she turned eighteen, the two men had introduced her to games, sexy ones.
And she had loved every minute.
I’m a wreck. She froze, ceased fiddling with the straps to her camera bag and dropped her cellphone in her briefcase. Her hands were sweating, for God’s sakes, like a kid’s. She wiped them on her slacks, trying to suppress comparisons of who she was today to the two men who were food for every magazine from The Economist to Cigar.
Gifford and Joshua Spencer were the worldwide darlings of green technology. Billionaires from Giff’s invention of super-sensitive wind turbines and Josh’s investments in other energy-efficient systems, the two thirty-somethings were alternately recluses or playboys of the global social scene.
And I am a washed-up investigative journalist trying to launch myself back into major publications. Trying to fill up my bank account by dishing dirt about my two old pals. Hoping to rebuild my credibility, which I so quickly destroyed being a sucker for a tycoon who played me for a chick who needed massive cock and thought with her pussy.