He glided his dick along my slit, sliding easily. Any other clever words vanished from my mind when he bumped my clit. I expected him to pull away, but the pressure increased. It wasn’t like the circling he did with his fingers. I lifted my head to see his hand wrapped around his shaft. He stroked himself, pressing his dick against my engorged sex.
My interrupted orgasm built quickly again but hovered right at the edge of climax. Jackson worked himself—and me—harder and faster, drawing out my pleasure.
The pressure on my wrists disappeared, and the weight on the mattress shifted. Carter knelt next to me, pinched one of my nipples, and rolled it between his fingers. With his other hand, he jerked off. He twisted the hard nub on my chest, and bliss rocketed through me. I cried out and arched my back. At the height of orgasm, Jackson thrust inside me, drawing me out to another peak.
I was half-aware of Carter’s movements to my side, his rough touch on my chest and on himself. Most of me fell into Jackson’s frantic rhythm. Slamming against him. The sounds and touches and all of it blending into a mind-numbing euphoria.
Carter’s panting became grunts, and seconds later, he spurted across my chest—warm, sticky, covering my breasts and stomach. I don’t know if it was the visual, or if Jackson was as lost in everything as I was, but moments later, he gripped my hips almost hard enough to bruise, and spilled inside me.
The haze in my head shifted to something new but didn’t fade, as the world returned to normal around us. I leaned my head back with a lazy smile, and relaxed against the sheets.
Carter brushed his lips over mine. “I’ll get you a washcloth.”
Jackson rolled onto the bed next to me, propped himself up on one elbow, and traced a finger down my cheek. “Are you sure this is what you want?”
“No fair having that conversation without me there,” Carter yelled from the bathroom.
“He’s got a point.” I kept my voice loud enough they could both hear. “And yes. Very much so. Not just because of the super-hot sex, though.”
Carter knelt next to me again, touch gentle this time as he wiped his cum from my chest. “There’s more to life than that?”
“You’re an ass.” I laughed. “I love you both.”
“I get that.” Jackson sat, gaze flicking between me and Carter. “And I’m even falling for him, so it all works out.”
Carter stood. “Ditto for me. You know we’re late for work, right?”
Crap. I’d forgotten. I was the only one with no plans for the day. “Yeah. I know.” I sat too. “And I have a resume to update, and some files to send to my-not bosses.” I looked at Carter. “You suck at pillow talk.”
He dipped his head in and kissed me. “You’ll have to teach me what someone is supposed to say during and after sex. Apparently, you’ve been practicing.”
I pushed him away. “Go to work. I’ll see you both tonight.”
“My apartment may start to feel cramped real soon.” Jackson brushed his lips over my cheek. “Here?”
“Here,” I said.
Jackson spun back, after Carter vanished into the living room, and pulled me close. He rested his forehead against mine. “This doesn’t flip a switch and instantly change everything.”
“I get that,” I said. Carter was right, most conversations were for the three of us now, but not all of them. Jackson and I still had a few outstanding issues of our own. “I’m in this for the long haul, but only if you’re there.”
“I’ve told you before, I always am.”
“So… Yesterday—”
Jackson crushed his mouth to mine, swallowing the words. I dragged in a deep breath when he finally back. “I’m glad you brought him in. You and I are solid. It needed to be said, but I’m not bruised over it if you’re not.”
I smiled. “I’m not. We’re solid.”
After Carter and Jackson left, I lingered in the pleasant haze of the morning a while longer—hopped in the shower, took my time, and just unwound. I hadn’t dared focus on the suggestion of all three of us too long before I made it. If I’d put hope into it, and it hadn’t worked out…
I pushed the thought aside. It had worked out, and we’d make it keep working. A glance at my clock told me it was almost nine. I should get started. I still had to file for unemployment—if I could even qualify, given the circumstances of my firing. Had to start my job hunt. But first, I had some files to email.
I sent our files from the night before to all of the executives, along with a note saying I also had a backup of the documentation, outlining our findings, and leaving my contact information, just in case. A knot clenched in my chest when I clicked ‘Send.’ What if this backfired?
Too late now. I’d left Carter and Jackson’s names out of things, so they wouldn’t get in trouble over the fact those had been proprietary documents we’d just shared technically outside the company, after I’d already been threatened with embezzlement charges.
I set my laptop up on the kitchen table and started the next steps of my day. I didn’t realize how slowly time dragged without huge, looming deadlines. Ten, and then eleven took an eternity to arrive. My phone rang. Maybe someone had already picked up one of my resumes. I chided myself for the hope. “This is Zoe Sutton.”
“Zoe, this is Greg Oliver. We met yesterday?”
The name and voice seized my chest. Had that really only been twenty-four hours ago? I felt like I’d lived an entire lifetime in the last week. “Of course. I remember. Can I help you?” My voice wavered.
“I’m looking at some files you provided to upper management this morning.”
“All right…” It made sense they would call me to ask questions, but I hadn’t thought that far ahead. What was I supposed to say? Good for you?
“And you did this work last night, after you were let go?”
“I would have done it before, but I got my walking orders first.” I tried to joke, but my laugh came out strangled.
“You know these are proprietary internal documents. Not meant for non-employees.” His tone remained steady. How did he do that?
“I do. But I’d already seen them before last night, so it wasn’t like it was new information to me.”
“I see.”
Saw what? I almost screamed the question into the phone.
“I’d like you to come down to the offices today, if you can. The sooner the better.”
“With all due respect, Mr. Oliver, I was fired yesterday. Since you can’t do that to me twice, and the police can arrest me here, if this is about the embezzlement. Everything I know is in that documentation.”
Chapter Nineteen
“What?” Mr. Oliver laughed. “I’m sorry. I should have been clearer. After looking at this, I realized there was a terrible mistake made yesterday. More than one. I want you to come work for me, as an auditor.”
My eyes widened, and my jaw moved up and down, no sound coming out. I found my voice. “I’m, um…” Too bad I hadn’t found my brainpower to go with it. I gathered my thoughts. “I appreciate the consideration, but there’s a bit of bad blood between me and my former employer.”
“I understand, and I really am sorry about that. We have policies, and they keep us from making a lot of mistakes, but something may slip through the cracks.” His tone had relaxed. He almost sounded friendly. “Which is why we need more people with an eye like yours.”
“I… didn’t do this alone.” I didn’t want to admit that. I hope he didn’t make me give up names.
“I see. And I assumed. You spotted the original error, though?”
“Ryan—one of the other data analysts—told me something looked off. I figured out what it was and asked for another set of eyes to confirm it.” I could mention Ryan; they already knew he’d touched these files.
“That’s fine. None of us operates in a bubble, otherwise the system fails. I’m prepared to offer more than you were making before, not a lot, but this department does operate on a higher pay-scale. Do you have an hour today, t
o stop by and meet with me? I’m sure we can work something out.”
“Well…” I dragged out the word. Did I really want this opportunity? I was pissed they’d fired me, but I’d also never left before because, until yesterday, Kitner was the only thing I hated about the job. “I’m not working today, so I guess I can find time.”
“Excellent.” He sounded pleased. “Stop by around one and ask reception for me, and we’ll see what we can do for you.”
In comparison to that morning, the next few hours raced by and at the same time felt like they took forever to pass. I dressed in one of my nicer suits—though I was tempted to walk in wearing casual clothes, just to see how badly they really wanted me back—and paced my living room. I sent Jackson a text and a second to Carter, letting them know I had an interview. It felt natural to fill them both in. I left out the who details, though, wanting to get the meeting over with before I got their hopes up.
When I pulled into the parking lot, a police car sat in one of the front spots. Someone must have a friend or something who was a cop. Maybe they’d gone to lunch together. The logical scenario didn’t stop me from hoping they were there for Kitner. To deal with him now that they had enough evidence. I stepped through the front doors, and a cacophony assaulted me. People lingered chattering by the elevators, the front desk, and the waiting room couches.
I got the attention of the girl working reception. I wanted to ask for details, but in my nervous anticipation didn’t know if I could handle gossip right now. “I’m here for Greg Oliver.”
She glanced at me for the briefest moment, gaze not quite focusing. “Right.” She nodded at a conference room behind her. “He’s in there. Said you can go right in.”
The chatter died in an instant, and my ears rang with the sudden silence. I whirled to see what was going on, and shock poured through me. Two policemen led Mark Kitner toward the front door, hands cuffed behind his back.
“Wow.” The soft word slipped past my lips. I’d meant to think that.
“Right? Anyway. Mr. Oliver is waiting for you.”
And he was. He stood when I poked my head into the conference room, and shook my hand when I entered. “I’m so glad you agreed to meet with me. I’m sorry you had to see that,” he said.
“No, it’s okay.” The smug satisfaction I expected wasn’t there. Instead, I felt pity for the man who had let pettiness and greed drive him that way.
“Have a seat.” Mr. Oliver nodded to a chair near his paperwork.
We spent the next half hour or so going over benefits—some of it things I already knew and others meant to win me back and make sure I knew how sorry they were for their mistake. Greg—as he insisted I call him—made sure I knew that.
I thought I’d have doubts about signing the offer, but it felt right. I shook his hand and wandered out the front door after agreeing I’d start on Monday. That meant I had the rest of the afternoon free. I sent Carter another text. Downstairs, outside. You have a minute?
He didn’t respond. I lingered near the entrance. How long should I wait?
“Hey, gorgeous.” Carter’s familiar voice made me smile. He wrapped his arms around my waist, and more of my concern about how we’d all fit together evaporated. If we could keep this up, we’d be fine. “You missed the fun earlier,” he said.
“No, I didn’t.” I filled him in on the insane happenings of the morning.
“That’s incredible.” He gave me a quick kiss. “Congratulations. You earned it.”
“With your help. Both of you.”
“That’s the way it works now. Right?” He grinned. “We do everything together?”
“Not everything.” I dragged out the word in a teasing tone.
“Zoe?”
I whirled, leaving Carter behind me, to find Ryan, watching us. “You two are…? Never would have guessed,” Ryan said.
“We weren’t.” Carter draped his arms over my shoulders and clasped his fingers together, resting his hands on my breastbone.
“So what about… I mean, I thought your guy had blond hair?”
“The other one does,” I said. “And I’ll clarify that for anyone who thinks otherwise.”
Ryan shook his head and reached for the door. “You’re a stronger person than I am. I hope that works out for you.”
I wasn’t worried about it.
Carter nuzzled my hair. “What was that about?”
“Some well-timed advice.” I leaned back into him. “You need to get back to work.”
His exaggerated sigh vibrated against my back. “But it’s so pretty out here. Gorgeous view.”
“It’s missing something.” I spun to face him and brushed my lips over his. “But it’s not bad. I’ll see you both tonight.”
As he headed back inside, a huge sense of relief settled in my bones. Life was only going to get more interesting now, and I was looking forward to every minute of it.
THE END
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Table of Contents
Blurb
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
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