Original Match [Ménage.com 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read Online Free PDF Page A

all the more attractive. His cheekbones were high, leading to coffee-colored eyes that held a sparkle of mischief. His hair looked as if a woman had run her hands through it to keep his head in a certain area. A ping of jealousy hit her heart, and she couldn’t help but place her hand over her chest. His grin became larger, bringing Shea slamming back down to reality.
    What the hell was she doing? Oh my God. She had just looked over a man. And not just any man, but Ian Stevens, the man who was going to help her create a dating site—a ménage dating site. Where was Cyn when she needed her? She wanted the floor to swallow her whole. Shea scrambled to control her overreactive body, which felt like every nerve was being exposed to his very observant eyes. She needed to figure out an escape plan. Unfortunately, she couldn’t get her muddled brain to work.
    Shea felt wetness leak from her pussy. It had been so long since the sight of a man had aroused her to the extent she got wet. Lately, the only thing that did that was the love scenes she wrote. She stood there for a minute, trying to figure out how to extricate herself from the situation without making it obvious she was attracted to him. When she shifted her legs, her panties caught the juice that escaped her folds. There was no way she could sit through an entire meeting with damp underwear.
    “You must be Shea Brennan. It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Ian Stevens, the programmer that’s been assigned to your project.”
    His voice had the same effect on her body as Grayson’s. Shea was so fucked. She really hoped that was figuratively, because she didn’t think she was capable of handling a man like this.
     
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    Ian offered his hand and waited patiently for the most endearing woman to take what he offered. She had to be at least half a foot shorter than him, if not a couple more inches than that. Her petite figure was adorable, and he was glad to see she wasn’t like those thin models. He and his brother liked women with curves, and she had plenty. He wasn’t sure how long her hair was, since she had it clipped in a twist at the base of her neck, but he loved the luxurious chestnut color. Her expressive green eyes were wide with embarrassment, but he couldn’t tell her how pleased he was that she reacted the way she did upon seeing him. The way her cheeks flushed at being caught looking him over had his dick harder than he could ever remember it being.
    Ian wondered if Grayson was correct in assuming she was the Shea Brennan, the author of the books they liked to read. Could she be here in connection with her work? Although Ian couldn’t fathom what the correlation could be.
    Her left hand was pressed against her chest, giving him a clear indication that she wasn’t married. She hesitantly released the handle of her purse and slipped her delicate hand into his. He suppressed a groan at how soft her skin was, loving the warmth that she radiated. Ian couldn’t help but hold on to her a little longer than was necessary, and he caught the slightest hint of a gasp coming from her lips. Her green eyes glittered with desire, despite her effort to disguise it. It was then that he knew without a doubt that she would be the most expressive woman in bed that he and Grayson had ever shared. Not wanting to scare her off and knowing he needed to tread carefully, Ian released her hand and took a step back.
    “Why don’t we head back to my office and discuss your project. Would you like any coffee?”
    “Um, no, thank you,” Shea responded.
    It was the first time she spoke, and her voice poured over his skin. He wondered how she would sound during the throes of passion. Would she be loud in her release, or was she a quiet one?
    “Are you the only programmer here?”
    “No, but I’m the best. You want the best working for you, correct?”
    Ian didn’t wait for an answer, but instead, placed his hand on her lower back. Applying a little pressure, he guided