I grin. “Is that supposed to be a threat? I guess I shouldn’t tell you I’m looking forward to the consequences.”
Oliver chuckles behind me. He stands up as well. He trails a finger down my spine, and goosebumps break out on my skin.
My fingers shake as I undress Finn, unzipping his pants and tugging them down. He’s wearing briefs, and the thick outline of his cock makes my mouth water. “Touch it,” Finn urges hoarsely.
He doesn’t have to ask twice. I brush my lips across his bulge, feeling his cock harden even further in response. As I tease Finn, Oliver presses soft kisses against my shoulder blades, against the curve of my spine.
Finn steps out of his pants. Giving me a wicked glance, he pulls his briefs down as well, and his fat, beautiful cock jumps out. “I thought I’d speed the game up.”
I thought I couldn’t concentrate earlier, when two hot manchests were on display. Now, when one of them is fisting his length, wrapping his fingers around the base of his cock and gliding his thumb over his head? Impossible.
The air seems to have left the room.
I lose the next hand, and Oliver tugs me to my feet again. He unbuttons my jeans, his palms warm against my skin. I wriggle out of them, almost frantic in my need to feel their bodies against mine. The strip poker was a great way to calm my nerves and get me in the mood, but I’m done with games.
So are the men. Oliver tosses my jeans aside, lifts me off my feet and sets me down on the couch. His casual strength sends a sharp, hot spike of need through my body. “Fuck poker,” he says gruffly. “Spread your legs.”
My entire body shivers as I obey. Oliver kneels between my legs. Pushing my panties aside, he slides a finger into my pussy. “You’re soaked,” he says, his tone satisfied. He holds my gaze in his, and lifts his finger up to his mouth, sucking them between his lips.
A shiver runs through me at the carnal gesture. “Please,” I beg. My pussy aches to be filled by his finger, his cock, anything.
Finn takes a seat next to me, his naked body pressed against mine. Oliver tugs my panties down my hips and flings them across the room. “So pretty,” he rasps. He spreads my thighs wide, and his tongue traces a path down my slit. “So tasty.”
Oh. My. God.
I hold my breath. His stubble rubs against the tender skin of my inner thighs, sending darts of molten heat through me. His finger teases at my opening, and the tip of his tongue circles my clitoris, and I whimper and squirm, almost overwhelmed at the surge of pure, unadulterated lust that engulfs me.
“Don’t wriggle away,” Oliver chides.
Finn’s fingers have been toying with my nipples. At Oliver’s words, he raises his head. “Do you want me to hold her open?” he asks. His eyes take in my flushed skin and my parted lips, and his lips curl into a naughty grin. “I think she’ll enjoy that.”
“Hey,” I say indignantly. “I’m right here.”
Oliver laughs and lifts my legs over his shoulders so I can’t clench them shut. Ooh. Clever Oliver.
As Oliver spreads my pussy lips and licks my core, Finn kisses me, long and hard. As Oliver rubs his face along my thighs and kisses my skin, Finn’s teeth tease my nipples, the sensation sharp and hot. As Oliver breathes over my clitoris, Finn’s fingers tighten in my hair.
I throw my head back and clench my eyes shut. Oliver sucks and licks me with focused attention. He pushes two fingers into my slit, twisting them around until he finds my g-spot.
The feeling is too much. My arousal rises alarmingly fast. I close my fingers over Finn’s cock, savoring the weight of his steel length, the velvet softness of his head. “Yes,” Finn hisses as I rub my thumb over his slit, spreading the precum all over, “don’t stop doing that.”
Finn’s hand squeezes my breast. Oliver’s fingers slide in and out of my pussy, while his tongue pays relentless attention to my clitoris. My body tightens, and my vision goes blurry. Red hot pleasure thrums through my veins, and my orgasm hurtles toward me. “I’m coming,” I gasp, my last coherent thought before the tsunami hits.
Wave after wave of bone-melting release washes over me. The muscles in my pussy quiver and throb and my entire body buckles under the overwhelming onslaught. Pinpricks of light pulse behind my eyelids. Oliver doesn’t let up. His tongue keeps flicking at my too-sensitive clitoris, and I float from one orgasm into the next, until I’m weak and ragged, my body limp, my skin damp with sweat, completely and utterly sated.
Oliver gets to his feet and settles next to me. He licks his fingers clean with a satisfied smile on his face. “Who says you have to eat dessert last?” he quips.
My hand is still closed around Finn’s erection, and though I’ve just come—twice—I’m greedy for more. I need their cocks in me.
The men read me perfectly. “The condoms are in the bedroom,” Oliver says. “Shall we move there?”
Yes. So much yes.
We make our way to Oliver’s bedroom. I barely have time to notice gray walls and crisp white bedding, and then Finn throws me down on the bed. Lowering himself on top of me, he cradles my face in his hands. “It’s my turn,” he says, his eyes hot.
“Yes,” I say again. Oliver opens the drawer of his nightstand and tosses Finn a condom. While Finn rolls it on, Oliver, who is the only one of us who is still wearing any clothes, gets completely naked. I ogle shamelessly as his cock comes into view. Thick, long and hard, with a drop of precum glistening at his tip. I can’t wait to taste him.
Finn’s eyes are hot with desire. “Get on your hands and knees, Miki,” he orders. He pulls my hips back until I’m on all fours, then his hand caresses the curve of my ass, and he presses a kiss on the small of my back, the gesture strangely intimate and tender.
Oliver gets on the bed and positions himself so his cock is inches from my mouth. His fingers brush a lock of my hair back from my cheek, and there’s a strange expression in his eyes. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs. “I can’t believe you’re here.”
I shy away from the intimacy. His cock is stiff and erect, and maddeningly out of reach. “If you come closer,” I say lightly, “I’ll show you how real I am.” I lick my lips and reach for his thickness.
He obligingly moves closer. “I’d be a fool to pass up such an enticing offer,” he says. His hard cock nudges at my lips, and I open my mouth and take him in.
At the same time, Finn’s hands grip my hips, and he thrusts into my pussy.
He’s huge. My pussy, unaccustomed to his girth, already puffy and swollen from my earlier orgasm, stretches as he pushes into me, and I whimper as he fills me completely. I stop sucking Oliver’s cock, trembling from the surge of desire that roils through my body when Finn’s shaft pierces my core.
Oliver waits for Finn to establish a rhythm, and then his grip tightens in my hair. I wrap my fingers around the base of his cock and suck in my cheeks. Oliver groans in response. “Fuck. The sight of your pretty lips wrapped around my cock—” His voice trails off.
Finn’s fingers move from my hips to my nipples. He tugs at the hard nubs, twisting them slightly. “So responsive,” he says huskily as I gasp. His cock pumps in and out of me, deeper and deeper with every stroke. Each thrust sends a shock of pain through me, and I dig my fingers into Oliver’s sheets and slam back against Finn’s hips, wordlessly begging for more.
Each thrust makes me rock forward on Oliver’s cock until his head hits the back of my throat.
Everything’s turning me on. Every moan Oliver makes as my tongue laps at his length. Every grunt from Finn as he drives into my body and fingers my clitoris at the same time.
Oliver’s cock swells in my mouth. “If you don’t want to swallow,” he says, his voice tight and urgent, “now might be a good time to stop.”
There’s no power on earth that will make me stop now. I’m lost in a haze of lust, my body lurching out of control in a stormy sea of desire. My climax rushes toward me. Finn slams into me, his strokes wild and jagged, his fingers moving faster and faster over my cli
toris. Oliver thrusts into my mouth, and then it’s all too much.
He erupts with a loud groan, and I swallow every drop. Finn’s fingers increase their pressure on my clitoris, and I can’t hold back anymore. My thighs clench and my body flails as I shatter. Through the roar of lust in my brain, I hear Finn’s cut-off shout as he too finds his release.
It takes minutes, hours, days, before I can think again. When my senses return, I find myself sandwiched between Finn and Oliver’s warm bodies. “That was amazing,” Finn murmurs, his arm wrapped around my waist. He kisses the curve of my shoulder, his stubble rasping against my skin.
“I should go.” Common sense, ruthlessly suppressed all night, now reasserts itself. What the hell was I thinking, sleeping with them?
Oliver pulls me into his body. “We have all night,” he says. “I haven’t had my fill of you, Miki. Not nearly enough. Stay here tonight. Please?”
I swallow hard. If I can only have one night, I want to make it count. “Okay.”
14
The most pitiful among men is he who turns his dreams into silver and gold.
Khalil Gibran
Oliver:
In the morning, we make Miki breakfast, but she refuses to stay, and I don’t insist. In the cold, clear light of day, I’m filled with regret.
I crossed a line last night.
I shouldn’t have slept with Miki, at least until I determine why she’s at Imperium. I’ve just complicated things a million-fold.
Once she’s gone, Finn pulls up a chair at the kitchen island and sips his coffee. By unspoken consensus, we don’t discuss last night. “Any word from Guzman?” I ask him, popping a bagel into my toaster.
He glances at his phone. “Not yet. I’m going to call him today.”
I take a tub of cream cheese out of my refrigerator and set it on the counter. “Want a bagel?”
“Please.”
“Let’s recap where we are,” I suggest as we eat our breakfast. “There’s just too much crap going on, and I don’t want anything to slip through the cracks.”
“Where do you want to start?” Finn asks wryly. “Okay. First, the good news. I’ve figured out how Miki’s name got on our guest list last Friday.”
I stop spreading cream cheese on my bagel. “Really? How?”
He looks disgusted. “The hack wasn’t on our end. It was the event planners. Their security is a joke. Anyone could have infiltrated their systems.”
“How exactly is that progress?”
“Because it isn’t on our end,” Finn says patiently. “Have another cup of coffee, Oliver. Your brain isn’t working yet.”
I flip him the bird but pour myself another cup anyway. “Okay, you’re right. I guess that’s a win.”
“A minor one,” he replies, a disgruntled expression on his face. “I’m still no closer to solving who’s leaking our proprietary technology to Fitzgerald. We don’t know who User0989 is and what he wants, and we don’t know why Miki is at Imperium either.”
A smile spreads across my face as I think of Miki. I wipe it off. “On my end,” I tell Finn, “Claudia is still insistent that she wants Imperium stock. Susan Dee has arranged for me to meet with a PR firm on Monday, so we can come up with a strategy on how to manage the fallout. Lawrence Kent is trying to undermine me with the board, and Ambrose Sutton is still bitching that we’re shutting down the private security division.”
Finn takes a bite of his bagel. “I can’t help thinking that everything is connected,” he says. “And User0989’s identity is at the heart of it.” He gives me a questioning look. “You still think the board will oust you if those photos come to light?”
“There are seven board members,” I reply. “I think I can count on three votes. You, me, and Miguel Vazquez. Ambrose Sutton can’t stand my guts; he’ll be thrilled to see me out. David Blake always votes in lockstep with him. Barbara Rhodes and Virginia Mullins are wild cards. If they believe that I either beat Claudia or that I took naked photos of her without her consent, they’re not going to vote in my favor.”
“Come on,” Finn argues. “It’s Claudia. They’re not going to believe her over you.”
“Claudia can be pretty convincing when she wants to be.” I drain my cup of coffee. “Is Miki having any luck hacking into your systems?”
Finn and I have complementary strengths. I’m good at getting people to agree with me. He’s the technical genius, the brains behind our data security technology. Miki got past his systems once, though she doesn’t know it. I’m sure he’s taken every precaution to ensure it doesn’t happen again.
Of course, I’m not going to underestimate Miki. I’ve always known she was smart, but working with her this week, I’ve seen how hard she pushes herself. She rarely remembers to stop for lunch. She’s creative and persistent, and that’s a dangerous combination.
“Not yet,” he replies with a grin. “She’s still getting up to speed on our systems.” His face darkens. “And Lawrence is keeping her pretty busy.”
Before I can reply, Finn’s phone rings. He glances at the screen. “It’s Guzman,” he says, picking up. “Boris, we were just talking about you.”
I can’t hear what Guzman says in reply, just Finn’s end of the conversation. He listens to what his hacktivist friend has to say. “Yes,” he says. “Yes. I understand. Thank you. I appreciate the help.”
Hanging up, he looks at me. “Boris has reviewed User0989’s conversations,” he says. “He wouldn’t tell me what he discovered, but he agrees that the guy isn’t operating on the up-and-up. He won’t send me the chat transcripts, but he is going to send me all of User0989’s metadata sometime today and let me comb through it.”
Finally, a break.
Once we discover who User0989 is, what happens next? Will his identity clear Miki or incriminate her further?
It doesn’t matter, Prescott. Miki Cooper just wanted one night. You have to respect that.
I ignore the sinking feeling in my gut and drink another cup of coffee.
Miki:
Leah calls me Saturday at noon. “Miki,” she says, sounding stressed. “I need help. We’re having a dinner party tonight, and my friend Maya has come down with a cold.”
That doesn’t sound like a crisis. “Why are you telling me this?”
“There are four men and three women. We’re mismatched.”
I roll my eyes. Even by Leah’s Upper East Side Ladies-Who-Lunch standards, this seems like a ridiculously trivial problem. “Such tragedy,” I say dryly. “I’m sure you’ll survive.”
“Don’t be uncooperative, Miki,” she wails. “Tell me you’ll come to my party. Please.”
“Not a hope in hell,” I reply promptly. Have dinner with Leah’s boring, stuffed-shirt friends? I love my sister. I’m hacking into Imperium because I want her to be happy, but I’m not going to put myself through an evening of torture because Leah wants evenly matched couples around her dinner table.
“I thought you’d say that, but I have a counter-argument. You can talk to Ben. Maybe you’ll be able to figure out what he’s up to.”
“So you still think he’s cheating on you?” I’m not going to lie; I was hoping that Leah’s suspicions would have faded by now. Especially after last night, I don’t feel comfortable hacking into Imperium.
“He’s hiding something from me,” she replies. I hear the brittle note in her voice, the tension and pain that she’s trying to conceal. “I don’t know what.”
“You could ask him, kiddo.”
“Right. And I’m sure he’ll tell me the truth right away. Because men who cheat on their wives are big on honesty.”
I sigh. Damn it. All I wanted to do this evening was relive my incredible night with Finn and Oliver, and maybe chat with Lancelot and Merlin. But Leah needs me. “I’m assuming I’ll have to get dressed up for this dinner?” I ask gloomily.
“Yes,” she says at once. “Wear the black cocktail dress I gave you last year. You still have it, don’t you?”
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“I do,” I reply sulkily. “Fine. I’ll be there.”
“Thank you, Miki,” she says, chuckling a little at my tone. “I’m really grateful. Really.”
The dinner is as boring as I fear. As I talk to the single male investment banker sitting across from me, I begin to fear that this is a ‘Get Miki to Meet Some Eligible Bachelors’ ambush. Jonathan Sherman, a coworker of Ben’s, is easy enough on the eye, but he’s painfully boring. All he seems to be able to talk about are his car, his boat, and his career. “What do you do?” he asks me during a brief pause in the monolog.
“I’ve just started work at a data security firm called Imperium.” I look at Ben out of the corner of my eye, but if he has a guilty conscience, he doesn’t show any sign.
Jonathan’s eyebrows rise. “They’re going public soon, aren’t they? Their IPO is creating a lot of buzz. It’s going to make them a fortune.”
Stefan Campos, another investment banker, is sitting at my right. He nods at Jonathan’s comment. “They’re already spending it,” he says. “I ran into one of the management team at my realtor’s office. He was looking at a forty-million dollar penthouse on the Upper East Side.”
“Who?” I can’t see either Oliver or Finn shop around for such expensive real estate. The men are pretty wealthy and are going to be even richer, but so far, I haven’t seen any sign that they like to throw their money around. No fancy cars, no expensive yachts.
“Lawrence Kent,” Stefan replies.
That’s weird. I’ve had three meetings with the CFO this week. The last one was during lunch on Thursday, the only free slot on his schedule, and he spent ten minutes bitching about the cost of his fifteen-dollar sandwich. He certainly doesn’t act like he can afford a forty-million dollar condo.
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