Triple Jeopardy (Lawyers Behaving Badly Book 2)
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Authors: Cleo Peitsche
Triple Jeopardy (Lawyers Behaving Badly Book 2)
Cleo Peitsche
Pouch Productions (2016)
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TRIPLE JEOPARDY (Lawyers Behaving Badly #2) is a steamy office menage BDSM of 27,500 words.
Maisie is so screwed. Literally—who could resist dominant billionaire bosses? But it’s more complicated than that.
Ethan Brennbach. Raphael Lattimore. Trent Banno. To protect their most vulnerable clients, these hot lawyers aren’t just bending the rules.
They’re breaking the law.
If Maisie is too attached to turn her bosses in, she should at least get the hell away. Fast.
But she’s starting to unravel their secrets. Plus, it’s hard to run when she’s always on her knees.
And even harder when her heart is on the line.
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TRIPLE JEOPARDY
CLEO PEITSCHE
Contents
Copyright
Author’s Note
Series List
Blurb
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
Other Titles
Copyright, Legal Notice and Disclaimer:
TRIPLE JEOPARDY
© 2016 by Cleo Peitsche. All rights reserved worldwide. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means without permission in writing from the author. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, events, locations and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental. This book is for entertainment purposes only.
This book is solely for adults.
Cover Photo ©2016 by Cormar Covers. Ebook created with Vellum.
AUTHOR’S NOTE
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Coming Soon (partial list)
Her Demanding Bisexual Alphas (Trilogy)
The Shark’s Double Secret (PNR Trilogy)
Destroyed by a Dangerous Man (Suspense)
After Forever/Bisexual Billionaire Trilogy (Threesome Romance)
Careless
Office Toy Series (BDSM Gang Bang Romance)
Executive Toy Series (BDSM Gang Bang Romance)
Lawyers Behaving Badly (Office Menage)
Legally Binding
Triple Jeopardy
Willful Violation (coming soon!)
Private Chambers (coming soon!)
Morality Clause (coming soon!)
By a Dangerous Man (BDSM Erotic Romantic Suspense)
Season One
By a Dangerous Man (Season One Box Set)
Season Two
By a Dangerous Man (Season Two Box Set)
Dangerous Man Standalone
Destroyed by a Dangerous Man (coming soon!)
The Shark Shifter Paranormal Romance
Complete Series Box Set (select retailers)
Take Me Hard Series (BDSM Romance)
Fantasy Playland Series (BDSM)
Mistress Moi Series (Femdom)
Bad Boyfriend Series (Femdom Romance)
Standalone Titles
Luring the Pack
(PNR Menage Novel)
Melted and Whipped
(BDSM Novella)
Triple Jeopardy
(Lawyers Behaving Badly #2)
Maisie is so screwed. Literally—who could resist dominant billionaire bosses? But it’s more complicated than that.
Ethan Brennbach. Raphael Lattimore. Trent Banno. To protect their most vulnerable clients, these hot lawyers aren’t just bending the rules.
They’re breaking the law.
If Maisie is too attached to turn her bosses in, she should at least get the hell away. Fast.
But she’s starting to unravel their secrets. Plus, it’s hard to run when she’s always on her knees.
And even harder when her heart is on the line.
1
M
aisie stifled a stream of expletives as she walked back to her desk. Two weeks at LB&B Law, and someone always made her homicidal before nine in the morning.
Flipping her long, messy curls behind her shoulders, she picked up the phone. “Sorry, but…”
Holy hell, Ethan Brennbach was walking across the room.
It was the size of him that always caught her attention first. He wasn’t a walking obelisk, but he would stand out in any gym. He was noticeably bigger than his refined, well-dressed peers.
Then, the confident way he moved. Graceful, sure.
But powerful.
It was clear he was in charge. Erase his business suit—she sighed at the thought—toss him a spear, and he’d save the village from starvation. Give him a battle-ax and he’d leave a swath of enemies lifeless on the battlefield. Oh, yeah, she could definitely see that, his dark blond hair grown out into a thick mane, war paint across his chiseled chest.
Then he would come home triumphant to take his glory with whichever woman he wanted. Ethan was a man born to dominate.
She’d known it even before the first time he’d bent her over his desk and punished her for attempting to seduce Trent Banno.
Maisie’s pulse sped up and her skin tingled, wanting Ethan’s touch.
If only he would turn around and fucking
look
at her. The last two days, Ethan had been all business, ignoring her pleading gaze and desperate sighs.
She needed to talk to him.
“Hello?” Ajay sounded irritated. Maisie had never met him, but she imagined he looked like a bridge troll. “You were only gone a second. How thorough could you have been?”
“I have to go—”
“Hold up,” Ajay grunted. “I’m not done. The Grugero file—half the guts are missing. Not just that one. I’ve got a list here somewhere.” His voice faded into mumbling.
The phone loosened in Maisie’s grip as she devoured her boss with her eyes.
Ethan wasn’t even looking at her, but she could
feel
him. Inside her, driving hard and fast. His kiss burning her lips, the scent of bergamot, wood-smoke, and citrus in her lungs. The deep richness of his voice always at the periphery of her awareness.
She had a mental channel tuned to the Ethan Brennbach station. The only time she wasn’t obsessing over Ethan was when she was with Trent Banno or Raphael Lattimore.
Ethan had stopped in front of Mrs. Donahue, who was nodding and taking frantic notes.
Maisie could only see the left side of his face, the undamaged side. She still didn’t know how he’d gotten the scar, which stretched from his jaw to just below his eye.
Look at me,
she willed.
I’m dying here. Please, sir.
He turned abruptly. His stormy gray eyes burned right through her.
Maisie sucked in a quick breath.
He was gorgeous—but scarred and imperfect, technically; the mask-like hardness of the right side of his face disrupted his elegant façade. Maybe that was why she looked at him and thought of the battlefield.
Because of the scar, staring at Ethan was against the rules, but Maisie couldn’t help herself.
Ethan turned and headed toward the exit.
Maisie made the mistake of looking at Mrs. Donahue, who stood, smoothed down her calf-length tweed skirt, and headed Maisie’s way.
With each step the woman took, Maisie felt her heart sinking.
“Can you start from the beginning?” Maisie asked, suddenly glad Ajay was still on the phone. “I’ll need to write those down.”
“You weren’t writing?”
“I didn’t realize it was so long—”
“Forget it. I’ll email the list.” He hung up, leaving Maisie defenseless against the irritated woman bearing down on her.
Mrs. Donahue glanced at the wall of folders piled up on Maisie’s desk. “I find it difficult to believe you need more work.”
“I
am
working.”
Mrs. Donahue’s eyes narrowed, and Maisie wondered if she’d skipped her morning drink. She often came to work buzzed and tended to tank up at lunch, which usually made her easier to deal with in the afternoon.
“You’re not going to make it through probation, Maisie.”
“What?” Maisie’s fingers flew to her neck, but she hadn’t worn the long silver chain today—things had been going so well, she hadn’t needed the extra luck. Her memory flashed on Ethan, on how he’d walked away without acknowledging her. But that was Ethan. Not rude, just businesslike. It didn’t mean anything.
Unless it did.
She swallowed hard.
“You need to watch yourself around Mr. Brennbach,” Mrs. Donahue delivered in a quiet hiss. “He has a brilliant legal mind, and he’s your boss. He deserves respect.”