Welcome to
Club Ecstasy: the luxurious, confidential destination for desire. Alice Gaines
continues her new erotica series with book two: doubling the pleasure, doubling
the fun!
Think
three’s a crowd? Alice Gaines’ sexy new Club Ecstasy series proves that three
only makes the fun hotter…
Susan McGraw
knows she’s demanding. And after a rough breakup, she thinks she’s earned it.
Luckily Club Ecstasy can satisfy her every desire. Only, tonight one man won’t
be enough-she requires the devotion of two hot men. But when one of her lovers
turns out to be the boyfriend she loved and lost, Susan realizes she might be
in over her head…
When Adam,
manager of Club Ecstasy and Susan’s former boyfriend, realizes he’s going to
have to share her, he thinks he’ll lose his mind with jealousy. But instead of
feeling envious, watching her with another man turns him on like mad. Together
the three of them experience the ultimate sensual and sexual exercise-but after
all is said and done, will a new trick heal old wounds?
TOTAL TEMPTATION: http://www.harpercollins.com/9780062346407/total-temptation
TOTAL IMMERSION: http://www.harpercollins.com/9780062346414/total-immersion
TOTAL ABANDON: http://www.harpercollins.com/9780062346568/total-abandon
Alice Gaines likes her fiction hot, hot, hot.
Alice has a PhD from the University of California at Berkeley. She shares a house in Oakland California with her pet corn snake and a stray cat that lives in her yard.
When Alice isn’t making up stories in her head, she spends her time cooking, gardening, and listening to her favorite band, Tower of Power.
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TOTAL IMMERSION: CHAPTER ONE
“We
have a bit of a disaster on our hands,” Madeline said. “And I’m afraid it
involves you.”
Adam
Fairchild didn’t bother to take a seat in the chair across the desk from his
boss; he wouldn’t have time to sit and chat. After working with Madeline Shaw
for the past five years, he knew when she meant business. Although well into
her fifties, Madeline retained the beauty that had made her a top model, but
beneath the precise makeup and designer clothing, she had the commanding presence
of a seasoned cop. He was here to find out what needed doing and get it done.
“A
young woman came looking for you and is making a scene,” Madeline went on. “A
very loud scene. You need to get her to quiet down before she upsets the rest
of our patrons.”
“Why
would a young woman come looking for me?” If the person in question were a
current or former client, Madeline could handle her without his help. Since
he’d become manager of the male sex providers a few months ago, he hadn’t
served any of the club’s women customers sexually. An empty gesture, it turned
out—too late to save the only relationship that had promised to grow into
something else. Now, his personal love life was nonexistent, so no one from the
outside should have followed him here.
What
went on at Club Ecstasy, San Francisco’s most exclusive club for women, was by
no definition of the word legal. Still, its prices and the quality of all its
services—from the spa to the various dining rooms to the male sex
providers—drew the elite of the city and of Northern California. Those sorts of
customers expected good taste and privacy, and he and Madeline were here to
provide that.
“Why
don’t we go see what she wants before she makes enough noise to drive all our
clients away?” Madeline rose and left the office, her heels clacking against
the hardwood floor, and Adam followed.
The
noise in question came to him before they reached the end of the hallway.
Madeline had put the woman in a room as far as possible from the rest of the
facility, but her voice penetrated into the corridor. With yelling, they would
have generally expected anger, but a lot of what filtered out to here was
laughter. Very, very loud laughter.
She
sounded familiar. Way too familiar. But before he could consider how he knew
that voice so well, Madeline opened the door, and reality punched him in the
gut. Of all people, why her?
“Susan?”
he said.
Susan
McGraw stood in the middle of the room. Images flashed through his mind so
quickly he could barely process them. Her smile when she first opened her eyes
in the morning. How she’d dance, shaking her butt, while she cooked. And then
tears, lots of them at the end. A chaos of feelings lodged in his chest.
When
she spotted him, her face lit up, although her eyes didn’t really focus. “There
he is. The sexiest stud in the world, and he used to fuck me regularly.”
“What
are you doing here?” At least his voice sounded calm.
“Then
you do know her,” Madeline said as she shut the door quietly behind them.
“I
do.”
You
could call living with someone for a year knowing them. Sharing a bed, sharing
meals, sharing a toothbrush rack. With her long, dark hair and pale skin, she
looked just as fabulous as she had on their first date at the winery in Jack
London Square. They’d discovered a mutual love of zinfandel, and he’d fallen
for the way she could pair basic innocence with a wicked sense of humor. Now
she stood here flushed with maniacal happiness and obviously intoxicated.
“I
came here to apologize to you for the way we said good-bye,” Susan said. “After
our time together, you deserved better than me yelling at you.”
Yelling
hardly covered their last argument, but she was in no shape to discuss it now.
“Why
don’t we talk about this later?”
“I
figured we could see if we could patch things up,” she went on as if he hadn’t
spoken. “But this turned out to be such a fabulous evening, I decided to get
laid instead.”
This
was not his Susan. Although uninhibited in bed, she didn’t usually talk about
her sex life publicly. He held out his hands toward her. “Calm down, honey.
You’re not acting rational.”
“Isn’t
he cute? He still calls me ‘honey’ after we broke up six months ago.” She went
to him, threw one arm around his shoulders, and with the other hand tapped the
end of his nose. “I didn’t originally come for sex, but now that I’m here, what
the hell? How about it, for old time’s sake, huggy bear?”
“Huggy
bear?” Madeline’s voice went down a couple of octaves in pitch, the way it
usually did whenever she didn’t believe something could possibly be true.
“A
nickname,” he said. “Look, Susan—”
“I
am looking,” she said. “And you’re more handsome than ever. You been working
out?”
“I
always work out.” He’d seen her tipsy from wine in the past, but this was
different. Something else had gotten into her system. She’d never believed in
experimenting with substances she didn’t recognize, which meant someone must
have slipped her something, either just before she’d arrived here or, worse,
afterward.
“You’re
doing something right. You look fabulous, fabulous, fabulous.” Susan punctuated
each fabulous with a poke of her
finger against his chest.
“Adam,
do something,” Madeline said softly.
“Say,
you must be Madeline,” Susan said.
“I
am.”
Still
with one arm around Adam’s shoulders, Susan swung in Madeline’s general
direction. “I used to hate you because of what Adam does for a living.”
Madeline
stared over Susan’s head at Adam. He shrugged. “She doesn’t know what she’s
saying.”
“Oh,
but I do,” Susan said. “I hated you, but hate’s such a nasty emotion, isn’t it?
Say, you’re really beautiful. I think I love you.”
Madeline
cleared her throat. Not because she disapproved of lesbian relationships. This
was San Francisco, after all. But clearly Susan was off her rocker.
Adam
slid his arm around Susan’s waist. “Why don’t I take you home?”
“To
the apartment we used to share? I don’t think so.” She smiled up at him. “If
this is a sex club, then I want some. In fact, I want lots of it.”
“Listen
to me, Susan. I think you’ve been drugged. Probably ecstasy,” Adam said. “Did
you have anything to drink or eat here a little while ago?”
“Of
course. One of your coworkers—super-sweet guy I met in the lobby while I was
waiting for you—offered me a glass of zin. I never turn down good zin.”
“Were
you,” Adam cleared his throat, “hiring him?”
That
seemed to confuse her for a second. When her expression cleared, she said with
a laugh, “Oh, you mean that.”
“Well,
yeah.”
“I
just came to talk to you. I didn’t want to do it on the phone,” she said. “But
now that I think of it . . .”
Well,
shit. “Did you happen to get the super-sweet guy’s name?”
“Frank.
No, Phil,” she said. “Definitely Phil.”
“Phil
Stewart?” Madeline asked.
“I
didn’t get his last name,” Susan said.
“We
only have one Phil. Damn it. I knew there was something off about him,”
Madeline opened the door to the corridor and spoke to someone outside. “Find
Phil and send him here. Immediately.”
The
new hire. She remembered that Phil had come with excellent references, and
everything about him had checked out. He might have seemed a little too
sincere, but everyone got nervous during job interviews. He’d performed
adequately until now.
After
closing the door again, Madeline approached Susan. “I owe you an apology, Ms.—”
“McGraw,”
Adam supplied.
“Ms.
McGraw,” Madeline said. “This is, as you crudely put it, a sex club, but we
never take advantage of our clients. I’d be happy to treat you to the use of
our facilities at some later date.”
What
the fuck? Susan a client at Club Ecstasy? She made a good living at her tech
job but not the sort of income that would allow a membership here. Besides,
he’d given her what she needed at home, and she hadn’t had to go anywhere else
for sex. Of course, he didn’t do that any longer since they’d broken up months
ago.
“What’s
wrong with right now?” Susan said.
“We
have a policy against providing services for intoxicated clients,” Madeline
said. “We don’t want anyone to regret her experience the next day. I’m sure you
understand.”
“Actually,
I don’t,” Susan said. “I’m horny as all hell, and if one of your employees
caused that, you ought to do something to fix it.”
Just
then, the door opened and Phil stepped into the room. “Hi, sweetheart. Having a
good time?”
Susan
wiggled her fingers at him. “Hi, Cupcake.”
Cupcake. Ye gods. If Adam weren’t holding Susan up, he’d put his fist through Cupcake’s nose.
“Is
this the man who gave you the drink?” Madeline asked.
“Just
a little enjoyment enhancer,” Phil said. “Did it work?”
“Get
out,” Madeline said. “Collect your things and leave. We’ll send your last
check.”
“What?
You’re firing me?” Phil shrugged in a gesture of wounded innocence. “What’s the
big deal? Chicks love the drug.”
“Out!”
Madeline thundered.
Adam
hugged Susan to him. Her body fitted against his perfectly, as it always had.
“God, honey, I’m sorry.”
“I’m
not. I feel great.” She stepped away from him and threw her arms out from her
sides. “I should have checked out where you worked ages ago.”
“Susan,
this isn’t you,” he said.
“How
do you know? You haven’t seen me in six months.” She thumped her palm against
her chest. “And I haven’t had your special brand of sex in six months. Maybe
this is what I need.”
“Not
this way.” He approached her and gazed into her eyes. “Please, Susan. Let me
take you home. We can work this out there.”
“Yeah,
we’ll make love. Then you’ll come back here, and nothing will have changed,”
she said. “Nope. I finally wandered into the den of iniquity, and I want some.”
Major
irony there. She’d finally come around to accepting his work, and he no longer
performed the sexual services that had bothered her so much when they’d lived
together. He probably would have welcomed a chance to explain all that to her
if she were rational. He could straighten it out with her later. Right now, he
had to quiet her down enough to get her out of here without disturbing the clients.
“Not
going to happen,” she said. “I’m going to stay right here until someone
scratches my itches. All of them.”
He
and Madeline exchanged glances, and she shrugged. “You know this young lady,
Adam. Do you have any suggestions?”
“Susan’s
a wonderful person, but she has a stubborn streak,” he said.
“Bet
your ass I do,” Susan said, grinning like someone who was about to have all her
demands met. Which she probably was, based on the resigned expression on
Madeline’s face.
“The
two of you have already been lovers,” Madeline said. “She won’t wake up in bed
with a stranger. I don’t suppose there’s any harm if the two of you use one of
the rooms.”
“Thanks.
I’ll take care of this.” As awkward as this situation was, it did mean he’d get
to make love to Susan. He was only human, after all, and he’d missed her so
much.
Given
her state, she’d probably climax hard and often. During the time they’d lived
together, he’d heard the sweet noises she made as she approached orgasm. He’d
felt the tension in her pussy suddenly break into spasms. He’d tasted her and
made her clitoris harden into a bud. He could have all that again right now and
most likely through the night. His cock immediately swelled and began to throb
at the prospect.
“You
know, as lovely as that would be, I think you owe me more,” Susan said. “After
all, I can have that if Adam takes me home.”
“We’ll
have the use of all the club’s facilities,” he said. “If you behave yourself.”
“I
can behave myself if . . .” Susan said.
“If
what?” Adam asked.
“If
. . .” She bit her lip for a moment, and the wheels turned almost visibly in
her head. “If I have two men to satisfy me while I’m here.”
“You
want another man?” Adam said.
“You
had other women,” she said, as if that proved something.
“That
was my job,” he said.
“Well,
two men is my requirement.” Susan smiled very sweetly at Madeline. “And I
promise none of your other clients will hear a peep out of me.”
“I’m
sorry, that’s not at all the same thing,” Madeline said. “I can’t condone you
having sex with a stranger in an impaired state.”
“State?”
Susan hooted. “My state is horny, as I’ll let everyone in this place know at
the top of my lungs.”
Madeline
held out her hands to quiet Susan. “Please, miss.”
“In
fact, I’ll let them all know one of your employees drugged me,” Susan said.
“Before your security can haul me out of here, half your clients will have
heard.”
“Very
well,” Madeline said. “We’ll do what you ask.”
“Madeline?”
Adam said. “You’re not serious about this, I hope.”
Having
to watch Susan have sex with another man? Having to participate? Pure hell. But
then, maybe he deserved it for messing up their relationship in the first
place. Thinking she could hang on with the status quo, he’d waited too long to
switch from provider to manager. And he’d lost the only woman he’d ever
contemplated a future with. This could be his punishment for making her
miserable so many times, even though he’d never wanted to. Or maybe the
universe was having a good laugh at his expense.
“Fine.
A ménage à trois,” Madeline said. “And you do have our deepest apologies for
Phil’s behavior.”
Susan
nodded very regally. “Accepted.”
“No.”
Adam groped for anything that would make this nightmare go away—something that
would change Madeline’s mind. He didn’t come up with anything. “This won’t
work. No, I’m sorry.”
One
of Madeline’s elegant brows lifted. “No?”
Even
before Madeline had opened Club Ecstasy, she’d run her own lingerie and
fragrance companies. She wasn’t used to her employees contradicting her. Adam
had never done it before, but then, she’d never asked him to do so damned
uncomfortable. Hell, uncomfortable
didn’t even cover it.
“I
don’t even do the work anymore,” he
said.
Even
through the haze of her intoxication, Susan perked up at that news. “You
don’t?”
He
couldn’t explain that to her now, so he didn’t respond.
“You
can still perform, I imagine,”
Madeline said. “You haven’t lost your touch, have you?”
“Of
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