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He had the words, finally—the ones he’d always needed to hear from her. And all the music his heart would ever need.

He had Janie.

The End

Off Limits

The Forbidden Trio

A Taboo Romance Collection

Eden Bradley

© 2022 by Eden Bradley and Red Hot Romance

©Copyright 2020 Eden Bradley

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Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter One

Aster Alexander pulled into the long driveway leading to her late stepfather’s house, passing the verdant wooded acreage surrounding what was one of the largest homes in Greenwich. Her stepdad had prided himself on this ridiculously enormous property, which now belonged to her mother. She and her mother had always had a difficult relationship, and while she’d gotten along just fine with her stepdad, she had absolutely no desire to see the cool, distant woman who’d given birth to her. If her stepbrother Max hadn’t come home, she wouldn’t even be here.

Max, though, was another story.

He’s your brother.

She’d had to remind herself of that fact, over and over, since their parents had married when she and Max were both fifteen. They’d been family a long time. But that hadn’t stopped them from hooking up when they’d both come home from college. A few times. And the last time things had gotten intense.

“That was forever ago,” she muttered to herself, her hands tightening on the steering wheel. “Not going to happen again. No matter how damn hot he is.”

Trying to calm her racing pulse, she told herself to inhale determination and exhale doubt. The breathing techniques were useful when she was teaching at her Pilates studio, but they weren’t helping much now. She couldn’t seem to block out the memory of Max’s broad, muscled shoulders, or his penetrating blue eyes. He had an air of command that turned her knees to mush.

Of course, it was just her luck that her stepbrother was also into kink and had turned out to be a natural Dom. It wasn’t as if she didn’t have a few local play partners in the Greenwich area, and in New York City, when she could get there. She wasn’t deprived of sex or kink—just deprived of Max for nine long-as-hell years. And kink with Max would be spectacular. He’d said just enough to implant some incredibly hot fantasies in her head. And she’d had that one little taste, so many years ago when neither of them really knew what they were doing yet. But now? Her whole body trembled when she imagined her stepbrother with a flogger in his hand.

Stop it!

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