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Sinful [Incognito]
by Madison Layle

Category: Erotica/Menage Erotica
Description: Years after marrying her sexy "masters of sin", Rachel is troubled over a secret she must tell them. Jon and Jackson are done waiting for their wife to come around and decide to take matters into their own very capable hands. As the Sinclair brothers reclaim their wife in an exciting, erotic way, Rachel submits to a sinful voyage with her sexy, dominate husbands, but will her secret news split the triad apart forever?
eBook Publisher: Cobblestone Press, 2011
eBookwise Release Date: March 2012


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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [29 KB]
Words: 4979
Reading time: 14-19 min.

Rachel Morrissey Sinclair dropped her satchel on the loveseat just inside her office door, kicked off her pumps, and sank into the leather executive chair behind her desk with a relieved sigh.

Closing arguments had gone well, and the jury had taken only one hour longer than she expected to reach a verdict of not guilty. Her client walked out of the courthouse a free man. She could ring in the New Year with a clear conscience.

So why didn't she feel like celebrating? Why did she feel as if she'd tear up any second? This trial hadn't been any more difficult than others she'd worked tirelessly on throughout the years. Her workload had been eased after resigning as a prosecuting attorney a few years back, but it had taken time and hard work to build a successful private practice.

She propped her elbows on the desktop and rubbed her eyes, her temples...not even glancing at the unopened envelope on her desk or looking up when her office door opened.

"I said I didn't want to be disturbed," she muttered to her secretary, "and didn't I tell you to take off already? Go home. Spend the holidays with family--"

"You should take your own advice, Counselor."

Jon's deep, rich voice had her head snapping up with surprise.

Her pulse quickened at the sight of her husband's chiseled features, but despite her pleasure, her question came out sharper than she intended. "What are you doing here?"

If she'd blinked, she would've missed seeing his step falter slightly before he swept around her desk, spun her to face him, and leaned over her with hands at either side. "I'm here to retrieve my wife who has no more excuses for staying late at the office."

"Excuses?" Anger simmered. "My job is not an excuse! I've been working a case."

"I know. A trial that ended over an hour ago...with a successful conclusion, I understand. Congratulations."

Her lips parted, but the thanks she wanted to mutter wouldn't come. "Checking up on me?"

His frown was her only answer.

What was wrong with her? She loved Jon, and he loved her. So why did everything she have to say to him lately--to him or Jackson, for that matter--have to come out sounding so acidic?

To her horror, moisture welled in her eyes. She squeezed them shut, turned her face away from his all-too-observant stare, and said, "I was going to leave in a few minutes. There's no reason for you to come and retrieve me as if I'm incapable of driving myself home."

Silence filled the air until she was forced to open her eyes and look at him. His chiseled jaw was as hard as granite, his gorgeous blue eyes determined. "Work's over for now." He reached past her and punched a few keys to lock her computer, grabbed her by the wrists, and pulled her from her seat.

"What do you think you're doing? Jon, I--I have things to do...depositions to..." She tried to jerk free of his grasp.

He tossed a look at her so severe she silenced her protestations. He gripped her upper arms. "I've never dominated you here, Rachel, because I know you need your career...your own space where you can be in charge. You're a strong, independent woman, and I admire that about you, but I refuse to let you hide out here to avoid facing me or Jack."

"I..." What could she say to that? The legal papers could wait. So could her email and any other files that lay on her desk. Her other cases were on recess until after the first of the year. He was right. She'd run out of excuses, but why did she feel the need to avoid the two most important men in her life? She should be eagerly anticipating her time with her husbands.

They were the loves of her life, cherished her to the point of distraction, and understood her better than she did herself. They removed the burdens of a stressful career and freed her to explore her sexuality in a way she never dreamed possible.

Jon's gaze softened. "I love you, my pet, more than you'll ever comprehend. Remember that when I tell you that this...whatever this is between us...we'll figure it out and work through it together." He released her arms. "Jack is downstairs in the limo. It's time, Rachel, for you to draw on that strength we all know you have. Stop delaying the inevitable. Something is going on in this pretty little head of yours, something we obviously need to talk about." He brushed her damp cheek with a thumb. "When you're ready, we'll be waiting."

He bent forward, pressed a chaste kiss to her forehead, and walked out.

For several minutes, she sat on the loveseat and stared at the door. Then she looked around her office, spotted her favorite wedding picture centered on a shelf, the only photo in a bookcase filled with thick, hard-bound legal volumes. It wasn't a typical bride and groom portrait, although those had been taken. This was a snapshot taken after Jon had tossed the traditional garter. In that moment, Jon stood with his arm around her waist. She smiled at him, and he grinned at his brother, Jackson, who twirled the garter he'd caught around an index finger while flashing the photographer a smirk.

The irony of the photo wasn't lost on her, which is why it was her favorite, but many were unaware of the significance. Only a select few close friends knew Jackson joined the happy newlyweds on their honeymoon. Even fewer who witnessed the formal wedding between her and Jon were onboard the leased yacht later during a private exchange of vows between her and Jackson. As far as the public knew, she was married to Dr. Jonathon Sinclair, and they lived in a large mansion owned jointly by her husband and brother-in-law. In truth, Jackson was her spouse as much as Jon was.

Jackson had never voiced any concerns with his need to step aside and thereby help them keep up appearances at public events. He'd never pressed for more than what they'd always shared in private, but after five years of a clandestine, polygamous marriage, she worried about the impact the secret would eventually have on their triadic relationship and their future together. With a worried frown, she returned to her desk and stared at the unopened envelope, eventually stuffing it into her purse without opening it.

A glance at the clock had her grabbing her purse and shoes and heading for the elevator. Her husbands awaited her, and matters would only get worse the longer she avoided her concerns.

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