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  PERFECT DESIGN

  A Reverse Harem Romance

  by

  Bethany Jadin

  BOOK FIVE of THE CODE

  Copyright 2018 Bethany Jadin. All rights reserved.

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  This book is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations and action come from the authors’ imaginations and are presented as fiction. Any resemblance to real individuals, alive or deceased, as well as events or locations, is coincidental. All characters depicted are over the age of 18. This book is intended for mature audiences only.

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  THE CODE SERIES

  1 Vested Interest

  2 Hidden Agenda

  3 Broken Process

  4 Risky Business

  5 Perfect Design

  Table of Contents

  * * *

  Authors’ Note

  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

  THE CODE SERIES

  Authors’ Note

  Perfect Design is book five of The Code, a reverse harem continuation series of five full-length novels with an action suspense storyline that builds in intensity with each book.

  Each book in the series picks up where the previous one left off and they must be read in order for the story to make sense.

  We hope you enjoy this story of Emma and her five smart, sexy men.

  1

  Emma

  A soft melody plays from somewhere at my right, and without opening my eyes, I flop my arm out to shut off the alarm on my phone. I’m already double-thinking allowing Jax and Daniel to convince me to lay down for a nap. Or, maybe it was Jude. He practically threw me over his shoulder in order to get me into Daniel’s guest bedroom.

  But now, the all-too-brief nap is only serving to tease my body about the sleep I’ve been missing out on over the last several days. My body feels heavy and my mind cloudy, but a deep-seated pleasant sensation rolls within me as it registers that my cheek is resting against a firm shoulder. I bring my arm back around to splay my fingers over Jude’s chest, inhaling his scent.

  A smile curves over my lips, and I close my eyes again, wanting so badly to drift off to sleep once more even as my senses return to me. Jude’s arm curled around my body, holding me close, the rhythmic rise and fall as he breathes, the stubble on his chin scratching against my nose as I nestle closer.

  My fingers dig into his shirt, pulling at it wistfully. I wish I had more time to enjoy this. But, we only have so long before the completion of the Gamma segment is absolutely necessary, with every last i dotted and t crossed. None of the guys have left Daniel’s penthouse, taking up stations somewhere throughout the rooms, no one going home to their own apartments. We’ve all been hyper focused on the upcoming mission, making sure we’ve thought of every angle, covered every possible scenario, double-checked every detail.

  Opening just one eye, I pick up my phone and tilt it to make sure that it really is as early as I think it is. Holy mother of kittens. Sure is. I cautiously roll to the edge of the bed, my bladder prompting me to move directly for the bathroom. Jude’s arm gives way as I get up, and he remains asleep. I pull on my jeans first, heat infusing my belly as I remember how adamant Jude was that I make myself comfortable — and how he yanked these jeans off me with a take-charge attitude and how his rough palm felt on my bare thighs as he ran his hands over me as we snuggled.

  Edging the door open, I cautiously step into the hall with my ear attuned to any movement going on in the penthouse. I don’t hear anything, and everything is dark except for the light over our makeshift Code HQ in Daniel’s dining room. Only the faint clicks of typing on a keyboard comes from that direction, and it appears that everyone else besides Daniel is also catching some shut-eye. Perhaps a not-so-warm shower would help to dispel my lingering weariness, but first things first.

  I stealthily pad down the hall to the big master bath off of Daniel’s bedroom and close the bathroom door behind me, flicking on the light as I turn. There are few things that feel as instantly relieving as a morning pee after a night of having had a little bit too much to drink. I’ve been running off coffee and beer, and my bladder is screaming at me for it.

  I’m washing my hands when the flushing toilet finally quiets down and I hear a scuffling from the other side of the circular curtain hanging in front of the big, freestanding bathtub. The unexpected sound causes my heartrate to skyrocket, and I suck in a quick breath and hold it in my chest. Moving slowly, I peer around the shower curtain, using my index finger to peel it back.

  When my eyes land on the source of the noise, my jaw falls open, and I throw back the curtain in one big swoop. The metallic clang of the rings zipping across the shower curtain rod brings Gunner to a startled state of alertness. “What the hell are you doing in the bathtub again?”

  Gunner, covered in one of the many blankets Daniel has stocked us with, stretches his big arms and practically spills all of his limbs out of the tub as he yawns. “Just cutting down on a few steps — you know, for efficiency sake.”

  The big man’s arm flings to the side, and with it goes the blanket. True to form, Gunner is completely stark-naked underneath, morning wood and all. Undeterred by his situation, Gunner simply sits up and gets the water running into the bathtub. “Care for an early morning bath?”

  I blink at him. “You slept in the tub so you could take a bath first thing in the morning?”

  Gunner tests the temperature of the water and then sets the stop in place. “What? If you lived with a bunch of guys as much as I have, you’d know the value of getting into the bathroom first. Besides, I was really hoping you’d be wanting a shower first thing when you woke up.”

  “You’ve been in here waiting on me?” I shake my head with a laugh. “It’s like you set a bear trap.”

  He gives me a big grin. “A foxy lady trap, maybe. Come in here with me.” Gunner pats the quickly forming puddle of water beneath him.

  I give it a serious consideration. I was thinking about taking a shower this morning anyway, wasn’t I? “If I get in there, am I actually going to get clean — anytime in the next hour?”

  Gunner’s hand ventures down to between his legs, and his palm flattens against his impressive morning wood. He gives it a rub the same time as he flashes me a wry smile. “Maybe I wanna get you a little dirty first.”

  I lean down and feel the water running into the large tub. He has the temperature just right. When is the last time I’ve had sex in a bathtub? Wait. Have I ever had sex in a bathtub? Even though the big garden-style tub is larger than most, Gunner takes up quite a bit of space in there. Oh, hell. Who am I to reject early morning sex in a warm bath? I’ve been denying my... appetite… for days now, for the sake of finishing the Gamma segment, but all it needs now is some polishing
touches.

  Something much stronger than just mere curiosity has my breath quickening. Despite the lack of sleep, my body is tingling with desire. And there’s no reason for me not to crawl into that bathtub with my big, cuddly, brute of a man. I dip underneath the bathroom sink and dig out the essence of rose petal and the bubbles which Daniel had bought me two days ago — just in case. I aim both bottles toward where the water falls from the nozzle and squirt. A luxurious, soothing sound fills the air, and bubbles immediately start interrupting from the water.

  As the water rises, Gunner smooths the bubbles around the tub, dispersing them evenly. I put the bottles back underneath the sink, and upon returning, Gunner’s hand seeks out the hem of my shirt and lifts it. His fingers brush over the smooth skin of my stomach underneath the fabric.

  I unbuckle my jeans and wiggle my hips as I push the pants down my thighs. My efforts are rewarded by a sigh of appreciation from Gunner. He moves his hand down from my stomach to my pelvis, taking the waistband of my panties with him, pulling them down to meet the jeans still wrapped around my thighs. Once he’s exposed me, his hand moves back up my legs, and his fingers come into contact with my pussy.

  His eyes are fixed on my body — down low — and I smile at Gunner’s absolute lack of self-control as he moves his hand deep between my legs, his fingers venturing closer to the center. I lift my shirt over my head then unsnap my bra, letting it fall to the floor. At the sight of the fabric falling, Gunner’s eyes move up my body, taking in every bit of me.

  The confidence which these men have infused me with swells inside of me, and I reach down to run my fingers through his hair. Gunner’s lips part, and the intensity that comes into his eyes is unmistakable. I see desire and passion and love in his gaze. I want it all.

  He pushes a finger into me, and I moan, my fingers curling into his hair, gripping onto him to steady myself. He slips his other hand under the water, and a moment later, he’s stroking himself slowly with rhythmic movements. The head of his thick cock is above the water, and the knowledge that he’s pleasuring himself as he slides his finger in and out of my pussy — it makes me even wetter.

  After several strokes inside me, he withdraws his finger, and his hand passes over my clit and then smooths down my thigh. He grabs onto my jeans, and with one solid yank, he has them down at my ankles. That’s all the persuasion I need to step out of my pants and over the edge of the big bathtub.

  The warmth of the water soothes my tired muscles, but this is no relaxing bubble bath. Gunner already has his hands around my hips, gripping me hard, eagerly pulling me onto his lap. I move to straddle him, and he pushes me down against his thick shaft. His big hands run up my sides, and he leans me back to display my body to him as he rocks his hips, rubbing his cock against my sex.

  He pulls me forward and places a hand on the back of my head, bringing my lips to his. I plant my other palm on his firm chest and spread my fingers, scratching my fingernails against his taunt skin.

  I dive into the kisses as I join his movements and rotate against him, running up and down his length, both of our hips beginning to feel the rhythm. His cock is firm and hot beneath me, and he groans in satisfaction as we move. It won’t be long before I can no longer resist having him inside of me.

  Gunner’s strong hands move back down to my hips, and his fingers dig into my flesh passionately as he rolls my pelvis against his, faster and harder, stroking my pussy and clit with his cock. He breaks from our kisses and ventures southward. I arch backwards for him so he can lick and suck my breasts, sighing and mewling as he takes a nipple into his mouth.

  Our hips are moving as one now, and I raise myself so I can take him inside me. Having the head of his cock nestled against my entrance is a reminder of how thick he is, and I prepare myself for the heady rush of taking him all in.

  Two quick knocks on the bathroom door make my heart skip a beat, and there is barely a hesitation before the door sweeps open.

  Instinctively, I quickly shift and lower my hips, sliding Gunner’s cock between us once more, and push my body closer to his chest to conceal my nakedness.

  A split second later, Jude’s head pops around the corner. Gunner, on the other hand, doesn’t miss a beat. A marching band could be parading in here, and it wouldn’t shift his focus from what he wants. His hips continue to grind, and his lips move across my neck, licking and nibbling.

  It’s an intoxicating mixture — Jude’s eyes on me, catching me in the middle of this intimate act as Gunner continues playing with me. Maybe Gunner’s exhibitionist tendencies have had an influence on me, because a rush of excitement runs through my body, and it has nothing to do with embarrassment or worry. Jude’s eyes linger on me, watching as Gunner sucks on my nipples, and I realize I don’t want him to stop looking.

  But it’s obviously not what Jude was expecting to see when he knocked on the door. After a moment, he snaps out of his stare, and a flush comes over his face as his eyes dart around the room. “Oh, fuck. Sorry. I’ll just be…”

  Gunner’s voice is low and husky as he addresses Jude between sensuous kisses along my neck and collarbone. “Want to join us, Chief? There might not be room in the bathtub, but I’m sure we can accommodate. That okay with you, Emma?”

  My eyes move from the startled expression on Jude’s face to the naughty one on Gunner’s. My early morning bath is turning out to have much more promise than I originally suspected.

  Looking back at Jude, I bite my bottom lip and nod in agreement. “Get in here and shut the door,” I tell him.

  Jude licks his lips, and he takes a hesitant stance in the door, lingering there in his Marine sweats and T-shirt, legs wide. Something comes over his features as he trains his eyes back on us. There’s a hunger there as well as some shade of uncertainty. Nonetheless, after a moment, he steps into the bathroom, shuts the door, and twists the lock.

  He still looks entirely unsure as he stands near the door, and I’m not quite sure what to do, either. What I do know is that Jude and I have unfinished business — all the things that I wanted to do to him as I drifted off to sleep during our nap. But, there isn’t room in the tub for three of us, at least not for the kind of threesome Gunner and Jax have acquainted me with.

  Gunner doesn’t wait for me to figure it out. He pulls my face down to his and kisses me, his tongue flicking against my lips. “Go down on him,” he whispers. “I wanna watch you suck his cock.”

  The suggestion sends a thrill down my spine. My eyes dart to the front of Jude’s sweats, where a firmness is growing. I curl my index finger, beckoning to Jude to join us, and he approaches with measured steps.

  I pull away from Gunner’s chest, exposing myself fully to Jude. Gunner’s hands move to my breasts, cupping them and squeezing them, displaying them for Jude’s eyes.

  Jude’s gaze takes us in, his nostrils flaring. He comes around to the corner of the tub, just to the left of where Gunner’s leaning back against the porcelain surface. I lean forward over the edge and place my hands on his thighs. As Gunner shifts into position underneath me, Jude’s cock begins to tent his sweatpants, and I move my fingers to his waistband. He sucks in a nervous breath and puts his hands on my wrists, unsure.

  My attention’s been diverted to Jude, but Gunner doesn’t slow down for a moment. My hips are raised as I lean toward Jude, and Gunner takes the opportunity to position himself at my entrance. My eyes flick to Jude’s face, and he’s watching as Gunner’s hands wrap around my waist and pull me downward. His cock presses into me, opening me wide, and I moan as his thick shaft enters my tight channel. My mouth parts, and I tilt my head back, my eyes half closed as I look up at Jude.

  Jude’s expression is wild, his eyes darting to mine, soaking in my shameless pleasure as Gunner penetrates me. My hands clamp down on Jude’s thighs, and my chest heaves with breathy gasps as Gunner’s girth fills me, sensations of delight coursing through my body.

  As Jude watches, his muscles stiffen, and he goes rigid — all o
f him. I slide my hands to his groin and rub my palm over the firm erection barely contained under the soft fabric of his sweatpants. His cock pulses, and he snarls at me, baring his teeth. “Oh, fuck it.”

  He pulls down his sweats, revealing his hard cock. He grabs onto the base of his erection with one hand and runs his other through my hair. He guides me to the tip of his cock, and I tease him with my tongue, licking slowly as he draws in a sharp breath.

  Gunner’s length runs deeper, and he pulls me down more, filling me completely just as my lips touch down on Jude’s hard shaft. I moan for Gunner’s exquisite thickness, and the vibration makes Jude groan. His fingers grasp into my hair, and he presses against the back of my head, encouraging me to take in more of his length. He’s smooth and hard, and I tighten my lips to suck him harder.

  Gunner’s mouth moves to my ear as I take Jude’s cock in my mouth. “Do you feel how fucking hard we both are for you?”

  I get into the motion, riding Gunner like a stallion as I go down on Jude. Placing one hand on Gunner’s chest for balance, I reach the other around Jude’s ass to pull him in closer. Gunner’s hands are all over me, rubbing my clit, pinching my nipples, squeezing my breasts. I run my lips up and down Jude’s shaft, his breath becoming more labored with every stroke. His ass tightens, and his stance widens as he pumps into me. I do my best to relax and let him run in and out of my mouth.

  My moans are becoming high pitched as Gunner’s cock and hands stroke me to a climax. He wraps his strong arms around me, holding tightly as he thrusts into me over and over, the motions becoming just as frantic as my heartbeat.

  He tips his head back and watches me devour Jude’s cock. “Oh fuck, yes,” he says, and I feel his cock pulse inside of me at the sight. “Goddamn, that’s sexy. How’s that feel Chief?”