Monroe, Marla - Desire for Two (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Marla Monroe

  He jerked his gaze back to his brother to tell him, only to find that Clay had already noticed her. His eyes narrowed. Who was she with?

  “Excuse me,” Jeanie said. “I’m going to run to powder my nose.”

  The men stood up with her and waited until she’d left the table before sitting back down to exchange suppositions.

  “We agreed not to pursue her,” Elliot pointed out.

  It wasn’t fazing Clay. He had one thing on his mind, and nothing would deter him at the moment.

  “I know that man from somewhere. Must be from the office. We can find out more about him if he works there.” Clay took a sip of his whiskey.

  “Maybe he’s gay, and they are just friends,” Elliot said.

  “Look, he has a wedding band on.” Clay nodded toward them.

  “Either she’s seeing a married guy, or he’s gay and has a permanent partner.” Elliot swirled the liquid in his glass before taking a drink.

  The whiskey burned going down. He wanted to know who she was with now rather than later. Unfortunately, they were with Jeanie and couldn’t go and ask. They looked at each other and groaned.

  “I’m not really feeling up to a threesome tonight with her,” Elliot confessed.

  “Neither am I. All I can think about is red hair, and an ass I want to fuck all night.”

  “What are we going to do?”

  “We can go through the motions, but would that really be fair to Jeanie?” Clay asked.

  “Hell, I’m not even sure I can get it up for her. I’m just not feeling it, man.” Elliot complained.

  “I guess we take her home, then,” Clay said.

  “What excuse do we give her?” Elliot asked.

  “A headache?” Clay suggested.

  “Right.” Elliot rolled his eyes.

  “Here she comes.” Clay stood up and Elliot followed, watching as Jeanie approached the table.

  “You are going to think I’m being incredibly rude, but I don’t feel real well. Would you mind if we did this another night? I don’t feel well at all.”

  “Of course not. I’m sorry you’re not feeling well,” Elliot said.

  “We’ll take you right home,” Clay added.

  “I’m really sorry, you two. You know how much I love spending time with the two of you...” she began.

  “Don’t think anything of it. If you’re not feeling well, you’re not feeling well. I’ll go get the car and be ready for you by the time you’ve settled the bill, Elliot,” Clay said.

  Elliot signaled the waiter for their bill, and Clay left the table. Elliot noticed he swung close to where Desire and the unknown man sat. Maybe he would know more when they could talk.

  He assisted Jeanie with her wrap and followed behind her as they made their way to the front of Lolita’s. Oddly enough, she wound them around to within one table of where their little redhead sat. He made out a few words from the man and knew he’d been right. He was gay.

  They escorted Jeanie to her door, each giving her a kiss goodnight. They promised to get with her again real soon. Elliot made a mental note to send her a plant wishing her well. Somehow, he didn’t think he and Clay would be partaking of an evening with Jeanie again.

  “He’s gay,” Elliot told Clay as soon as they were back in the car again.

  “How do you figure that?” Clay asked.

  “Jeanie walked us right by their table, and he was talking,” Elliot said. “He told Desire his ass was still sore from the workout Jim had given him the night before.”

  “Sounds like you’re right. I’m also right. He’s from the same building. He works for Fredricks as his admin,” Clay told him.

  “Did you see the dress she was wearing?” Clay asked.

  “You mean the red number she almost had on?” Elliot ran a hand over his aching cock through his dress pants.

  “She’s the best one for the job, but I don’t know how I’ll ever be able to concentrate having her around,” Clay admitted.

  “Same here. I’m seriously thinking about hiring the guy instead of her.”

  “Fuck that!” Clay said with a growl.

  “Okay, it was just a suggestion.” Elliot grinned as Clay drove them home.

  “You know. We can’t hit on our admin. It’s called sexual harassment. Something we’ve so far been able to avoid by not having an admin,” Elliot reminded Clay.

  “I know. Can’t help but dream,” Clay groused.

  * * * *

  “Yep, that was them,” Byron affirmed. “The woman with them is Jeanie Smith. I really thought she was all hot and heavy with Mark Lowe, but maybe I’m wrong.”

  “Or, she’s stepping out on him,” Desire suggested. “Men aren’t the only ones who play that game.”

  “Don’t get me worrying about Jim. I’ll have to go up there and be sure he’s behaving, and then he’ll want to punish me.” Byron got dreamy-eyed for a minute. “It has possibilities.”

  “You’re a hopeless glutton for punishment, aren’t you?”

  “Oh yeah, baby.”

  Desire rolled her eyes and took another sip of her wine. She wondered what they would be doing when they got wherever they were going. Were they going to have sex? All three of them? Together? Well, duh, Desire.

  “Desire, you know you can confide in me. I’m not going to spill your secret to anyone at the office. We’re too good of friends for that. I saw how you looked at them as they came in. If you could have, you would have taken a bite out of each of them. You can’t look at a man like you were looking at those two sex-on-Popsicle-sticks and not want them.” Byron raised his eyebrows at her.

  “I can’t afford for anyone to think I’m sleeping with the bosses, Byron. I’ll never get anywhere without it being because I fucked my way there. I don’t give a crap what anyone thinks, but in the end, when that last big step comes for you to get the best position, you lose out because you can’t possibly be qualified for the job. You slept your way up the ladder.”

  “I understand, honey. I have trouble because I am gay and the male partners all worry about me jumping on them. That’s why I wear a wedding band though Jim doesn’t. I could care less if he wears one. I know where his dick is parked each night. But, it makes the other men in the office feel safer around me.” Byron chuckled and shook his head.

  “See, if I get this position, I don’t want them hitting on me. I wouldn’t be able to turn them down, and then I’d be doing what I swore I wouldn’t do,” Desire said.

  “So, have a fling with one or both of them. You already have the job. You didn’t actually sleep with them to get it.” Byron sipped at his wine and then took a bite of his meal.

  “I’m not in their league, Byron. I’m a Southern redneck who is trying to fit in. I speak my mind, and I’ve noticed woman around here don’t say much around their men. That’s not me.”

  “All I’m saying is see what happens. If it works out and you get the job, see where it leads. You may find out they aren’t your type after you work with them for a while. Then you will be home free.”

  “I can only hope, but my hormones were giving me all sorts of fits around them. I don’t think they can do anything that will turn me off to them. Like you said, sex on a Popsicle stick,” she said with a grin.

  “Sometimes, your body knows what it wants even when your brain is saying no. Maybe what you need is two real men taking care of you. Maybe those two men that just left are perfect for you.” Byron smirked at her.

  “Don’t start any trouble for me, Byron. It’s important that they think I’m not interested and the bitch everyone believes me to be. I mean it,” she said, frowning at him.

  “Okay, okay. Your secret is safe with me. Besides, Jim told me that if I upset you he wouldn’t spank me for a month.”

  “So you two have been talking about me? Shame on you.” She drained her wine and sighed. “Why are the two of you even thinking about me anyway?”

  “We both said that if we wanted a woman between us, it would be yo
u.”

  Desire nearly choked. “What?”

  “Hey, don’t get mad. It’s a compliment when two gay guys who’ve never thought about being bi talk about you as a possible third.” Byron grinned.

  “Okay, let’s pretend you didn’t tell me that, and we’ll still be good friends.”

  Chapter Four

  Monday morning, Clay and Elliot arrived at the office early. Clay called the HR department to talk about transferring Desire to their office as soon as possible. HR wanted to go through the normal bullshit of giving a week’s notice where she was, but with Clay and Elliot being full partners in the firm and handling most of their more lucrative clients, they agreed to waive the notice since she was in the float pool and not in another department.

  “Why in the hell would you give notice in the float pool?” Elliot asked.

  “Beats the hell out of me.” Clay had told them to send Ms. Addison straight up to Elliot’s office.

  Her office would be out front between theirs. That way she could monitor anyone trying to get to them. Her desk and files and everything she should need were already there. If she needed anything else, they would get it for her. They figured it would take her a few days to get the hang of things and their schedule. It would really be great to finally have someone keep them on the right track for a change. They tended to bump along as it was now.

  “She should be here in a few minutes. Donna said she was packing up her things now,” Clay told Elliot.

  “Remember we aren’t going to harass her. Just let her settle in and get used to us and our schedules,” Elliot agreed.

  Some fifteen or twenty minutes later, the elevator at the end of the hall dinged and someone got off pushing a cart. Clay stepped out of the office to watch Desire roll the cart with her things on it up to the desk.

  “Welcome to your new position,” Clay said with a smile.

  “Thanks, I’m looking forward to starting. Give me about thirty minutes to put everything away and figure out the system, and I’ll be ready for whatever you need,” she said then blushed at the way it sounded.

  “Take your time. We’ve been handling ourselves for some time now. It will be nice to have someone else to depend on for a change.”

  Clay returned to Elliot’s office and closed the door.

  “Man, she has to be interested in us. She actually blushed!” Clay told him.

  “Best behavior, Clay. We can’t afford a lawsuit over sexual harassment.” Elliot opened a folder and pushed it across his desk toward Clay. “What do you see in this that I’m missing?

  Clay bent over the folder and read through it. Not much got by his brother on contracts, so he was really distracted by their new admin.

  “I think you need to look at subparagraph 2d again. It sounds fishy to me.” Clay scratched his head.

  “Thanks, I need some coffee.” He walked out to the front where the coffeepot was and looked forlornly at it. It was empty. Clay snickered, thinking he would have to make it.

  “I take it you want some coffee,” Desire said with a smile.

  “Yeah, I fixed some last week. Forgot it was last week,” Elliot told her.

  “Give me five minutes, and I’ll clean it out and have some going.” She picked up the grungy pot and disappeared in the women’s bathroom.

  “She is actually going to fix coffee?” Clay asked, astonished.

  “Looks that way.” Elliot was grinning broadly now.

  “I think we’ve hit the jackpot with admins,” Clay commented.

  They returned to their respective offices to get to work. Clay had to finish up the two contacts he’d been working on Friday. If he could just get his cock to behave he would be fine. So far, it was all warmed up and ready to go.

  A few minutes later, Desire knocked on the door and brought him some coffee in a freshly washed mug.

  “I don’t know how you take it, so I’ll bring you whatever you need. It’s black.” She set the mug in front of him.

  “We both take it black. Thanks so much, Desire.”

  “No problem. I’ll remember to have coffee ready for you in the future.” She started out the door then turned around and asked. “What time do you normally arrive?”

  We are usually here by quarter of nine. If we are going to be late or come in early, we’ll let you know ahead of time. Of course, you’ll have our schedules so you’ll pretty much know anyway.” Clay took a cautious sip of the steaming brew.

  “I’m just about put away out there, so let me know if you need anything. I’ll need your appointment book to start mine when you can let me have it.”

  “Um, well, that’s the problem. We don’t have one and need that. We usually use sticky notes on our desks or phones. Can you just start one for us?” He picked up the sticky notes he had and handed them to her.

  He watched her face. She hid it well, but he saw the first hint of amusement there.

  “I’ll get right on it. This will be how your brother keeps up with his also?” she asked.

  “Yep, sorry.” Clay shrugged his shoulders.

  “I’ll work on yours first, then his, so I don’t mix them up.” She took the handful of notes and left him there to sip his coffee.

  A few minutes later, his phone buzzed. It was Elliot’s line. They had private lines to each other.

  “How did she react to the sticky notes?” he asked.

  “She took it all in stride, though I could see a definite hint of amusement in her eyes.”

  “She just asked for mine. I was surprised she did it without saying anything.”

  “Hold on.” He put his brother on hold when there was a knock at the door.

  “Sir, your line is lit up but it didn’t come through my phone. Do I need to get maintenance to work on the phones?”

  “No, Elliot and I have direct lines between us. If the light is on, we’re both on together. Sorry I didn’t think to tell you that.”

  “No problem. I know now.” She closed the door behind herself.

  “Ooops, forgot to mention the direct line,” Elliot said on the other end.

  “Yeah, and she called me ‘sir.’ We’ve got to break her of that habit quickly. I’m not going to be ‘sir.’” Clay sipped at his coffee.

  “Me either.” Elliot hung up.

  Clay went back to work on his contracts. No one bothered him for the rest of the morning, except his dick. If it didn’t calm down, he was going to have to slip into his private bathroom and take care of it.

  * * * *

  Desire had never met two more unorganized men in her life. Setting them up from scratch was both exhilarating and frustrating. Sticky notes, of all things! She couldn’t imagine how they ever functioned on their own, and they were senior partners. Well, she would soon have them so organized they would have twice the amount of time they did before. She smiled to herself. She’d be able to handle them without a second’s trouble. Well, except for the part where her libido was fighting with her hormones for supremacy. She wanted them in a big way. At this rate she would have to keep extra panties in her bag. She was sopping wet already and it was barely noon.

  “Desire, can you come in here for a minute?” Elliot asked over the intercom.

  “Yes, sir.” She grabbed her steno pad and pen and hurried into his office.

  “First of all, can the ‘sir.’ Neither Clay nor I like it. Second of all, I need to schedule an appointment with Bill Holder of Holder Electronics for some time tomorrow to go over his contract.”

  “Yes, sir. I mean fine. I’ll take care of it.”

  “We’re very informal here, so call us Elliot and Clay. It will make things a lot easier with both of us being Middletons.” Elliot stood up and then, as if realizing she would see his enormous hard-on, sat back down.

  “I’ll get this scheduled right away, Elliot.” She turned and left the office, trying not to smile.

  They were both attracted to her. Great, what was she going to do about that? She had the hots for them, and they were
turned on by her. This was going to be a disaster waiting to happen.

  * * * *

  A week passed with their attraction for each other becoming almost unbearable. Desire stayed wet, and every time she went into their office, they were hard. At first, they tried to hide it from her. Then they either gave up or didn’t care anymore. She was worried she wasn’t going to be able to work for them.

  As far as bosses went, they were a dream come true. They required very little and apprised her of any appointments they made on their own. Any conflict, she handled without a problem. Basically, she made coffee, fielded phone calls, and redirected visitors who just wanted to stop in and talk. Most of whom turned out to be females, she found out. No wonder they wanted an admin. How had they ever gotten any work done?

  Her intercom buzzed. It was Elliot. “Desire, I need to send out a letter.”

  “I’ll be right in.” She grabbed her pad and pen and walked in without knocking. They’d broken her of that habit as well.

  She sat in the chair across from his desk and crossed her legs to give her a knee to support her pad.

  Elliot smiled and began dictating the letter. When he was through, he wandered around the edge of the desk and leaned against the front of it.

  “Read that back to me so I can be sure I covered what I wanted to, please.”

  Desire read it back and waited patiently while he thought about it. When he walked over to lean over her and look at her notes, she shifted uncomfortably in her seat. At this range, he couldn’t help but know she was wet. Mortified, she tried to close her legs tighter.

  “Mmmm, I can smell your sweet pussy, Desire. Do you know how many times I’ve known you were wet and restrained myself? I don’t think I can do that this time.” Elliot leaned in and kissed the side of her neck, pushing aside her hair as he did.