There’s a knock. “That’s fast,” Finn comments, as I grab my wallet and head to the front door.
It’s not the pizza delivery guy that greets me. It’s Miki. “I need to talk to you,” she blurts out. “Did you take nude photos of Claudia without her consent? Is it true?”
Fuck.
30
Miki
Oliver steps aside, and I enter his living room. Finn’s sitting on the couch, his eyes watchful and wary. As usual.
Friday night, we’d sat around on the floor and played a game of strip poker, and the three of us had made love. I thought I knew who they were, but I’m not going to lie. Gabby’s revelation has rocked me.
“No,” Oliver says calmly. “I didn’t.”
“Yet you met a crisis management PR firm,” I reply.
He holds out his hand for my coat, and I remove it and hand it to him. “We have pizza coming,” he says. “Want to stick around? Finn can’t find anything good on TV, but there’s always Netflix.”
I exhale in frustration. “Oliver, don’t stonewall me. I slept with the two of you on Friday. Tell me I can trust you.”
His expression is stricken. “I didn’t take photos of Claudia, Miki,” he says. He waves me toward the couch and disappears into his bedroom.
I sit down. Finn looks at me. “Do you really think Oliver would do that?” he asks me.
I’m torn. My heart says No. Of course Oliver wouldn’t have done it. But I force myself to remain skeptical. I’d trusted Aaron too, and he had made a fool out of me. “I don’t know what to believe, Finn.”
A pulse ticks in his jaw.
Oliver returns with a large envelope in his hands. He throws it down on the table. “These are the photos,” he says.
A sick sense of curiosity compels me to reach for the pictures. I open the envelope. The first photo shows Claudia kneeling on the floor, naked except for a leather collar around her throat. The second photo shows her on all fours, a man in black pants standing behind her.
I swallow hard. Oliver’s ex-wife is beautiful and seeing her naked is extremely dispiriting.
“Keep looking,” Oliver says.
I pick up the third photo. In this, Oliver’s kneeling next to Claudia, a whip in his hands. With a start, I realize what’s wrong with the picture I’m looking at. “Your face is exposed.”
I’ve worked with Oliver for a week. He’s not as paranoid as Finn, but apart from a habit of leaving his phone lying around in meeting rooms, he’s pretty conscious about data security. Like me, he doesn’t post on social media, and Janine’s mentioned more than once how averse he is to getting his photo taken.
Oliver wouldn’t have allowed his face to be visible in this context.
“Exactly,” he replies. “No, this is Claudia’s doing, not mine. She wants half my share of Imperium.”
“What?”
Finn nods soberly. “She’s threatening to make these public otherwise,” he says. “We think Fitzgerald is behind it. He’d love to get his paws into our company.”
“I’m not going to do it,” Oliver interjects. “Claudia is demented if she thinks I’m going to bend to her will. No, these photos will go public. I met the PR firm today to see how we could manage the fallout.” He crooks an eyebrow. “How did you find out about that?”
“You met my friend, Gabriella,” I mutter, my cheeks flaming. I’m feeling really, really sheepish. Gabby works with wildly overpaid soccer players, and her job makes her cynical about people’s motivations. “She knows about Friday night, and she was being protective.”
“That explains the hostility,” Oliver says. There’s a knock at the door, and he gets up to answer it, returning with a large pizza box in his hands. “Have a slice, Miki?”
“You’re not angry with me?”
He smiles warmly in my direction. “Miki, the only person I’m angry with is Claudia. We don’t know each other very well. You have every right to want to know the truth.”
He’s being really nice, and shame trickles through me. Finn gets three plates from the kitchen and hands me one. Flipping the box of pizza open, he grabs a slice and holds it in my direction.
“I should go,” I say awkwardly. “I just barged in here.”
Finn grins. “Yes,” he agrees, “We had quite an epic evening planned. You interrupted us drinking beer and bitching that there’s nothing to watch on TV.”
I laugh. “When you put it that way.” I help myself to a slice of Hawaiian, smiling inwardly when I think of Merlin. Evidently, the ham and pineapple combination is more popular than I realize.
An hour later, I’m curled up between Oliver and Finn, my head resting on Finn’s shoulder. We’ve just finished watching an episode of Sense 8. “Want to watch another?”
When I inhale, I can breathe in Finn’s cologne. Oliver’s muscles flex when he reaches for a beer. Sitting between them, my desire has been on slow burn all evening long. Now, I can either do the sensible thing and leave, or, I can succumb to temptation once again.
Oliver’s stormy blue eyes rest on me. “Or we could do something more interesting.”
He doesn’t need to spell it out. I know exactly what he’s offering. Finn’s fingers are tracing soft circles on my upper arm, and that touch, light and questioning, sets the butterflies fluttering in my stomach.
“My marriage just ended,” I whisper. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”
Oliver’s lips twist into a wry smile. “I like you, Miki,” he says. “I’m not looking to get involved with anyone either.”
“What do you want?” I turn my head from Oliver to Finn.
Finn’s response is simple. “You.”
My heart beats faster, but after the debacle of my marriage, I’m no longer swayed by charming words and pretty phrases. I want things clearly spelled out. “Are you seeing anyone else?”
Both men shake their heads at once. “I’d like to sleep with you, Miki. I want to keep our relationship monogamous.” Oliver cocks his head to one side, his eyes on me. “But I need to be honest. You said you weren’t looking for anything serious, and neither am I.”
Finn doesn’t say anything. I give him a searching look. “Does that apply to you as well?”
“Imperium is going public,” he says. “I don’t have time for anything else.”
Sex with two men, no strings attached. They want the same things I want. It’s a perfect arrangement, I tell myself. Say yes.
I take a deep breath and nod my assent. “Are you into BDSM? Is there a secret box of sex toys somewhere? Or a dungeon?”
Oliver laughs. “I gave you the tour Saturday morning,” he says. “No dungeon, no toys. I threw those out when Claudia and I split up.”
“Why do you ask?” Finn says lazily. “Do you secretly want to be tied up and whipped?”
I feel my cheeks heat. “Nothing as intense as whips,” I admit in a rush.
Oliver’s lips curl into a grin. “Come to my bedroom, Miki. I’m sure Finn and I can improvise something.”
Who am I kidding? From the moment I reached for that slice of pizza, I knew I was going to spend the night. And it’s not as if I’m risking my career by sleeping with my bosses. My days at Imperium are numbered anyway.
The three of us make our way to Oliver’s bedroom. Once we’re there, Finn points to a throw rug at the foot of the bed. “Stand there.”
The smoothly dominant tone of his voice startles me. I smile inwardly. Well, well, well, Mr. Sanders. It looks like Oliver’s not the only one who’s done some experimenting.
I obey without speaking. “So you want to get spanked, Miki?” Oliver asks. He moves close to me, his big hands running over the curve of my ass before he gives me a smack.
I jump, more startled than in pain. I’m still fully clothed, and my jeans provide protection. I grin cheekily at Oliver. “Is that the best you can do?”
Oliver’s hand grips my shoulder, and he looks into my eyes. “Is taunting me a smart idea, Miki?”
I shake my head s
ilently, my pussy clenching at Oliver’s hard, clipped tone.
“Probably not,” I admit. “But if I were a sensible person, I wouldn’t be in your bedroom.”
“Touché.”
Finn kicks off his shoes and socks and pulls his belt free from its loops. My eyes widen in alarm, and he chuckles at my reaction. “Don’t worry. I’m not going to use it on your ass,” he says. “That’s too hardcore for me. Take off your clothes.”
“Good idea,” Oliver agrees. He undresses as well, tossing his clothes casually on a leather armchair in the corner. I lick my lips as he pulls his cock out from his briefs. It’s hard. Ready. Delicious.
Finn watches me strip with heated eyes. When I’m done, he beckons me forward with two fingers. “Get on the bed, on your hands and knees.”
I get in position, and Oliver adjusts me to his liking, pushing my shoulders so that they touch the mattress. My cheek is pressed against Oliver’s Egyptian cotton sheets.
“Are you wet, Miki?” Oliver’s fingers graze through my folds, and he spreads some of the wetness from my pussy to my tight rosebud. Instinctively, my muscles clench and Oliver swats me. “Relax,” he chides. “I’m not going to do anything you don’t want.”
I know. If I didn’t trust Finn and Oliver, I’d have never hinted that I wanted to be spanked. My soul knew theirs, Gabby had said about Carter and Dominic. That sounds a little too Earth-Goddess for me, but there’s no denying how comfortable I am around the two men.
Finn takes my wrists in his big hands. He pulls them behind my back, and loops his belt around them, tying them loosely together. “If you’re nervous,” he says, his palm stroking my shoulder, “you can pull free.”
“Okay,” I whisper. I’m not nervous. I think I’m going to combust out of sheer lust. My entire body shivers in uncontrolled need.
“What a pretty sight you are, Miki.” Oliver’s nails graze lightly over my ass, and then he spanks me. At the same time, he pushes two fingers into my dripping wet pussy. I whimper as his thumb rubs my clitoris, a gentle, teasing touch that’s too light to get me off. “You like that?”
Oliver replaces his fingers with his tongue, and I sigh in pleasure. While he teases my folds, Finn plays with my breasts, squeezing them in his big palms. He twists my nipples between his fingers, and the action sends a jolt of sharp lust through me.
“I’m going to come,” I whimper.
“Not yet.” Oliver pulls his mouth off me, and I groan in frustration. “We have all night, Miki. By the time we’re done, you’re not going to be begging to come. You’re going to be begging us to stop.”
So. Fucking. Hot.
“She needs a distraction.” Finn’s voice is amused. I feel the bed shift as he moves, then his hands are on my shoulders, and he’s turning me so I’m lying on my side, my hands still awkwardly tied behind my back. “You okay?”
I nod, warmed by the concern. “Good,” he says. He removes the remainder of his clothes quickly and efficiently and positions himself so his cock nudges my lips. I part them eagerly, and Finn thrusts into my mouth.
Oliver shifts position as well, moving behind me. “Stroke me,” he orders.
I twist my wrists in my binding and take Oliver’s cock between my palms. I stroke up and down his length, closing my fingers around his thick girth, pumping his shaft as best as I can.
At the same time, Finn fucks my mouth, his fingers gripping my hair. I lick the underside of his cock and swirl my tongue around his engorged head, squeezing my lips around him.
I’m lost in a haze of pleasure, drugged with lust. Oliver spanks me even as I give him a handjob, and between the swats, he finger-fucks my pussy. Each time he pushes his finger deep into my wet core, I’m rocked forward, and Finn’s cock is pushed deeper into my mouth.
Finn grunts. “I’m going to come,” he clenches out. I feel his balls draw up and tighten, and then he explodes in my mouth with a muffled moan.
“Some people,” Oliver says, his voice dry, “have no stamina.”
Finn kisses my lips, flipping Oliver the bird at the same time. “I’d like to see how long you last in her mouth,” he says pointedly. He leans against the headboard and pats his lap. “Come here, Miki,” he orders.
Oliver chuckles. “Let’s put it to the test.” He sits on the bed as well, and I position myself across Finn’s strong thighs, my head resting in Oliver’s lap, in perfect position to suck him off while Finn’s spanking me.
Finn pushes my legs apart, spreading them open, and his fingers swoop unerringly between my legs. “Oliver’s right,” he says. “You are soaked. Enjoying yourself, baby?”
Oliver groans as I take him in my mouth. “Okay,” he concedes, his voice hoarse with lust, “I might have spoken too soon.” He throws his head back and clenches his eyes shut. His fingers stroke my cheek, the touch sweet and soft. “Yes, just like that.”
Finn alternates between spanking me and teasing my pussy. His thumb circles my ass, and pushes at the entrance, and my muscles yield to the firm pressure. “Ooh,” I moan into Oliver’s cock. Finn’s finger in my ass feels naughty and wicked, and I like it.
If anal sex feels this good, sign me up.
In my mouth, Oliver pumps faster. From the sounds of his groans, he’s not far away from his climax. I suck in my cheeks and lick the underside of his shaft, and his hands grip my hair as he erupts.
At the same time, Finn’s fingers speed up over my clitoris. I’m painfully aroused. The men have teased my pussy over and over again, and I’m primed to explode.
Then Finn increases the pace and the pressure ever so slightly, and I can’t hold back any longer. My muscles clench and tighten. My entire body seems to hang at the point of release, and then the dam bursts and my climax shudders through me.
One of them frees my wrists and massages my skin. The other pulls me into his lap and puts an arm around me.
It might be casual, and it might not involve commitment, but at this moment, I feel more cared for and cherished than I did during a year of marriage.
I don’t let myself dwell on that thought. I think I’m starting to develop feelings for Oliver and Finn, and it terrifies me.
31
Finn
Life is really simple, but we insist on making it complicated.
Confucius
This time, she doesn’t spend the night. At two in the morning, she gets dressed, ignoring our protests. “My bosses,” she quips, “will take an exceedingly dim view if I’m late to work.”
“Your bosses are assholes,” Oliver says with a grin. He tries to tug Miki back to bed, but she dances out of reach. “Fine,” he grumbles. “Give me a second. I’ll give you a ride home.”
She shakes her head. “Don’t be ridiculous,” she replies. “It’s late. I’ll just catch a cab.”
“Not alone.” I get to my feet and drag my jeans on. “I’ll come with you.”
“You guys,” she says, rolling her eyes. “You don’t have to be all alpha and protective, okay? It’s New York. I will be fine by myself.”
“Call it what you want,” I reply. “If you think I’m letting you catch a cab by yourself at this time of the night, you can think again. If my grandmother found out about it, she’d kick my ass.”
Oliver muffles a laugh. “She weighs a hundred pounds soaking wet,” he tells Miki. “And Finn’s terrified of her. Don’t argue, baby. You don’t want him to get in trouble, do you?”
Her lips curl into a smile. “I guess not.” She gives Oliver a hug and a kiss on the cheek. “See you in the morning, boss.”
We hail a cab. Miki gives the driver the address to her apartment, and she leans back against the seat. “I’m probably out of your way,” she says. “Where do you live?”
“Around the block. Oliver and I bought our apartments at the same time, right before we founded Imperium.”
My grandmother’s voice sounds in my ear. Tell her the truth. She deserves it.
But I hesitate. This is a really bad time to t
ell her. It’s late, she’s exhausted, and we’ve just had sex. We had good reasons for assuming our online identities, but if I spring the news on her now, she’s not going to understand. She’s just going to see our betrayal.
Earlier tonight, Oliver had told her that he wasn’t looking for anything serious, and Miki had turned to me and asked if the same thing applied to me.
I’d put her off with some kind of vague answer about Imperium going public.
I’d been lying. I don’t care about the IPO. The more we get closer to it, the more we clash with the board, the more I realize it’s not worth it. I’ve chased success all my life, but the time I’ve spent with Miki—both online and in-person—has brought far more happiness.
She’s not ready for a real relationship, but I am. I want a future with Miki.
But before that, there’s something I need to do. Miki’s told us—no, she’s told Merlin and Lancelot—that she wants to quit her job. I have to stop her from doing that. There’s a part of me that hopes that if she spends time with us—the real Oliver and Finn, not just her online buddies—that she’ll realize that we didn’t mean to break her trust.
Things are spiraling out of control, and I don’t know how to fix this mess.
32
Miki
Even though it’s late, the first thing I do when I get back home is reach for my laptop. Unsurprisingly, Lancelot and Merlin are both online.
Any news on User0989?
I cross my fingers as I wait for their reply. I could ask Mary MacDonald about the circumstances around my hiring, but the more time I’ve spent thinking about my plan, the less confident I am in it. Mary might tell me something useful, but it’s a long shot.
Lancelot types out a reply. We were able to figure out his identity.
My heartbeat quickens. Who is it?
Imperium’s CFO. Lawrence Kent.
No. My first reaction is denial, followed swiftly by shock. Why would Kent hire me to hack into their systems? He has full access to it already.
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