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THREE LOVING IN NUMBERS JENNA THALIA CONTENTS Acknowledgments A word of caution Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Pay A Visit to Club Sin: Chicago Meet Casey, Clover, Odin & Joaquin Coming Soon…Troublesome Creek About the Author ACKNOWLEDGMENTS Edited by: Briggs Consulting, LLC Cover Design by: ArtsCanDare Book Cover Design A WORD OF CAUTION These books are erotic in nature. While they are romance focused, there’s a whole lot of sex that happens before the H.E.A. They are full of filthy words and even dirtier situations. By title alone, this book contains role-play situations involving three men and one women, engaged in specific kinks. If this bothers you, please don’t read the book. If oral, vaginal, and anal sex bother you, you shouldn’t read the book. If you’re looking for a story to get your rocks off… you’re in the right place. Oh… and I prefer them long and thick, with much more stamina than most. So also a heads up that this book isn’t a quickie. Welcome and enjoy! CHAPTER 1 Ever since becoming committed to Gideon, Dax, and Lazlo, Margaux had been desperate to get me to visit her kink club. I’d been so hyper-focused most of my adult life on just surviving, I never really considered whether or not I could find better ways to ensure I was well satisfied sexually. To be honest my mom’s spotty history with men ensured I would eschew any settling down. As soon as I turned eighteen, I walked out the door of our rat-infested five-floor walkup. Despite her protests about how she’d be alone after everything she did for me to keep me safe, I never looked back. By that time the number of “daddies” I had crept toward the double digits. I wasn’t the same person anymore, the albatross around my mom’s neck. The kid who bounced from house to house as she bedded down with one man after another to secure her future. At thirty-three, I was debt free, could discuss things like diversified portfolios, and owned my condo downtown in a very desirable high-rise. Blissfully single. I wasn’t a serial dater but had my share of men I’d spent time with. While some bemoaned turning thirty as some entrance into adulthood, I still enjoyed being young and unattached. Especially since the whole picket fence and baby thing held zero appeal for me. “Are you okay? Nervous?” Margaux arranged my hair so the curls she’d collected into a long ponytail hung down my back. “Something to grab on to,” for whatever partner I decided got the honor of slipping between my legs, Margaux had whispered while doing my hair prior to leaving her house. Her three men stayed back, allowing us “space” to enjoy a ladies’ night. “I’m fine.” I squeezed her hand to show her I wasn’t nervous in the slightest. It was sex. This visit to Club Sin was nothing more than a hookup. The way Margaux kept beaming at me with the full wattage of her smile though, made me feel as if I were performing in some kindergarten play and she was my mom ready with a disposable camera. “Mistress Margaux, your room is ready whenever you want to go up.” A beautiful woman with rainbow-colored hair and a name tag that read “Whisper,” checked us in and handed me a guest bracelet. Margaux told me prior to coming that the colors denoted the kink people were interested in. I’d chosen fuchsia and green, for soft coaxing discipline. The thought of someone gentle giving me a funishment intended to entice rather than punish ranked way up at the top of my list of curiosities. When Margaux had gone over the list with me, everything was so black and white. But I existed in a prism of many things that maybe I’d like, or at least wanted to try. And her list said nothing about “total newb who doesn’t even know if she’s into anything let alone a single thing that she definitely wants to experience.” “Thank you, Whisper. If anyone is looking for me, my guest and I will be in the gathering room.” Fun-loving and genial Margaux did not jive with club Margaux. The moment we’d crossed the threshold into her domain, the Margaux I’d just been singing along to an old Madonna song with in her car disappeared. In her place was this regal ice queen that left people metaphorically bowing at her feet as she crossed their paths. I dug it. To be honest, seeing her command so much power made me wet. I wanted to answer her requests with yes Mistress and she was my best friend. “Two gin tonics with lime and a cherry.” The bartender rushed to complete her order as if she’d just snapped the directive instead of requesting it with a subtle purr in her voice that I’d never heard her use before. “Just one.” She pressed the drink in my hand, running her fingers through my ponytail. “It will take the edge off and relax you just enough to enjoy the experience.” I looked around the opulence of the club watching the various groups of people arriving and greeting one another. Nine o’clock must be when the evening really got started, as the ambient noise of the high-ceilinged room expanded. Club Sin was more than I expected it to be, though I’d never been in a sex club. Other than reading a few books I hadn’t known what to expect. There in the gathering area near the bar, it looked like any other club in the city: Music, people chatting and laughing, and a stage with spotlights. The only difference, of course, was the various apparatus set up on stage.