Beauty and the Billionaire Brothers

by Elliot, Nicole

Wyatt touched the bottle to his lips. “Then we get the girl.”

  Jason smiled. “Then we get the girl,” he echoed.

  8

  Kayla

  She stared at the ceiling as if there was any way to sleep after what had happened tonight in Wyatt Miller’s office.

  They had both touched her. Not a handshake. Not a pat on the back. But intimate touches. Dark touches that made her dizzy and drunk. Kisses and lingering grazes under her clothes. Between her legs. Oh God.

  She turned on her side, tucking her pillow with her. Her heartbeat sped up thinking about the two men. The two gods of sexual personification. She couldn’t help it, she thrashed back to the center of the bed.

  What did Jason mean when he said it was something for her to consider? She sat forward on the bed. How serious could they have been? Did he mean for the night? For tomorrow? At work? Was he joking about the entire incident? She didn’t how to read him or Wyatt. Jason wasn’t nearly as mysterious, but it didn’t make him transparent either.

  She ran her hand over her breast. Her nipple was still sore from where he had twisted it with such ownership. Her other hand ran between her legs. Wyatt had touched her like she was his. And she had opened to him, letting him feel how needy and wet she was. But he didn’t laugh. He didn’t think she was weak. He loved it. He stroked her, until she almost came on his expensive executive upholstery.

  She let herself sink back into the covers, her hands rubbing and massaging her body. She pretended Wyatt was pushing his fingers inside her. She wanted his hands there, while Jason teased her tits.

  “Oh shit,” she whispered. This was one more thing she’d never done. She’d never touched herself to the point of orgasm.

  But she could see them. Their gorgeous smiles. Their smoldering stares. And if she pretended enough, she could feel their fingers taking over her body. Her back arched mercilessly as she plunged two fingers inside her entrance, tracing a circle over her clit and then back inside. Her hips rocked until the orgasm wracked her. She twitched and panted, sliding her hands away from her body.

  Tomorrow she would have to go to work. She would have to face Wyatt and Jason, but as she started to fall asleep she started to look forward to it. She needed more of this. Even if she didn’t know exactly what this was.

  * * *

  Vicki had been kind enough to drop off her new hire paperwork at the human resources office. Kayla realized she had left it on the assistant’s desk when she fled the executive floor last night. As soon as she entered the building there was a security officer waiting for her.

  She felt a quick flutter of panic. Shit. Had she lost her job already? Did she ruin everything last night?

  “Miss Dauler, Mr. Miller has asked that I escort you to your new office this morning.” He folded his hands in front of him.

  “Oh all right.” She followed him into the elevator and gawked when he pressed the executive level. Did he have this right?

  The officer stood aside to let her walk into the lobby. She needed to keep the pink from her cheeks. No one else here knew what had happened in Wyatt’s office. And there was no reason for them to know as long as she acted like everything was normal. That was the plan. It didn’t happen. She hallucinated. It was some kind of deranged fantasy she had concocted.

  The officer stood outside of a double set of doors. Kayla stared in disbelief. She was smack dab in the middle of Wyatt’s and Jason’s offices.

  “This is my office? No. It can’t be. I thought I was downstairs with the rest of the marketing department.”

  He nodded. “It is ma’am. I was instructed to bring you here.” He pushed the door open. “Have a good day.” He turned and walked back to the elevator bay.

  Kayla stepped inside. There had to be some mistake. She was supposed to be on one of the lower floors with the other department heads. The top floor was designated for only Wyatt’s and Jason’s personal staff. She had gathered that much from her first day at the company.

  She scanned her surroundings. There was a nice view from here—impressive, actually. Her lungs seized. She saw the two sets of doors. One was on the right—adjacent to Jason’s office. And the other on the left was aligned with Wyatt’s.

  The tingle that always surfaced when she thought about the two men struck between her legs.

  “Shit,” she scolded herself.

  She took a seat behind her new desk, trying to focus on the task she had. She had to run the marketing department. She was in charge of getting advertising expenses back under control. She needed to develop a comprehensive online presence that would guide the company forward. There was enough work to keep her busy for the next year easily. The path to freedom was to directly increase profits from her campaigns. The only way to forget about the fraternity brothers was to dig into these projects.

  It might be the only way to save her sanity.

  By the end of the day, Kayla looked up from her desk, realizing she had worked ten hours without laying eyes on either brother. It surprised her. She didn’t know if she expected to show up with another offer for three-way foreplay. Is that what they called it?

  She rubbed her stiff shoulders. They ached from being hunched over her computer most of the day.

  She turned off the computer and stood to leave. She looked at each of the doors. She was tempted to open one. She faced the one on the right and thought about Jason’s deep voice. About his firm lips. How they felt on her neck.

  And then she pivoted to the left and knew on the other side of that door was a man with more sex appeal than was legal. Perfect hands. Serious eyes.

  She moaned a little in the back of her throat before grabbing her bag and rushing out of the office.

  Not tonight.

  9

  Kayla

  After two weeks at Miller-Wentmore Global, Kayla had almost forgotten about her first night there. She had done nothing but work for two weeks straight. She spent tireless nights hammering out proposals, assembling a new team, and getting a handle on the department. She hadn’t launched the platform, but she knew she was only a week away from the launch. This next week with the team was critical.

  They were going to be in meetings non-stop, and she would have to work hand-in-hand with the tech team to ensure the roll out was flawless. It was hard to ignore the excitement she felt about her work. Even if she was here because of a debt, she had started to like the work. She had complete control over the team. Her vision was their vision. It was empowering, not to mention fun to run a powerful global division.

  She had barely seen Jason or Wyatt in the last weeks. On occasion she would pass one of them in the hall. But the door knobs in her office never rotated. They never knocked. Never dropped by. It was as if that encounter with them never happened. Sometimes she wondered if she had conjured it up. She wouldn’t be the only woman to meet the co-CEOs and fantasize about them. But together? Two men at once? That was beyond her scope of imagination, until now.

  By Friday night she started to worry the launch wasn’t going to happen in time. The only light in her office came from a small desk lamp. She huffed over the latest budget numbers. The team was giving her pushback on the new designs.

  “Something wrong?” Her skin prickled when she heard his voice. She looked up to see Jason standing in the doorway.

  She held her breath. “You scared me.”

  “I didn’t mean to do that. I would never intentionally do that.” He walked deeper into the office.

  She shuffled the papers together on her desk nervously. “You’ve never used that door before.”

  He shrugged. “Thought I’d give it a try, but I didn’t actually expect to find you here.”

  “I was going over the new campaign numbers,” she explained.

  “Ahh.” He nodded. “On a Friday night? You don’t have other plans?”

  “There’s a lot riding on my success,” she quipped. She didn’t know if they considered her position at the company as servitude.

  Her
head whipped to the side when the door creaked open from Wyatt’s office.

  “You are working late.” He walked inside her office with three glasses of bourbon. He placed one in front of her and handed one to Jason.

  She didn’t know what to say or how to react, only that her body was already tingling with excitement when it wasn’t supposed to. Was there a chance there could be a repeat of the last time she was alone with the two of them?

  “I was telling Jason how much I have to do to give you what you need for the department as the terms of my hiring.”

  He sat on the edge of the desk. She realized what a domineering presence his body had. How wide his shoulders were. How solid his arms were.

  “Funny because Jason and I were also talking about how you could give us what we need.”

  Shit. Did he just say that?

  She pressed her knees together to keep them from quivering. She was grateful he couldn’t see what was happening under the desk.

  Jason held the bourbon glass. “Have you given any thought to our offer?”

  “Offer? What offer?” she blurted too quickly. She covered her mouth with her hand.

  Jason laughed. “I think you know exactly what offer. We wanted to give you some time to think about it.”

  She needed the bourbon—all of it and fast. She guzzled until the glass was empty.

  The brothers eyed each other.

  “I didn’t know you were serious. I thought it was some kind of joke. I thought you were making fun of me.” She looked at Wyatt and then Jason. She didn’t know whose eyes were more beautiful. She wanted to get lost in both of them.

  Wyatt placed his glass on the desk, moving closer. “I’m always serious, Kayla.” He cupped her chin tipping it upward. She didn’t expect his lips to brush over hers. She sighed before his tongue pushed twisting and flicking over hers. The kiss grew deep and furious quickly. It was instinct when she wrapped her hands around his neck, drawing him closer.

  She heard Jason clear his throat and it shot her back to reality.

  She pushed off Wyatt’s chest. But Jason was next to her and spun her in her swivel chair so his legs pinned hers as he leaned in taking her mouth tenderly and softly. She purred into him. Oh God, what was happening this time? She was being spun in a cyclone of passionate kisses.

  Jason pulled back.

  “Does that help with your question?”

  “I-I don’t know what you’re asking me. I don’t know what’s happening.”

  Wyatt moved in front of her, so he and Jason were side by side. “Kayla, we don’t fight over women. We never have. We made a pledge years ago that wouldn’t happen. And it turns out the best way to keep that from happening is to find the right woman together.”

  Her eyes widened. “I don’t follow.”

  “What my brother is trying to say is that we want you to be that woman. We want you, equally.”

  She reached for the desk. “I need more bourbon.”

  “Here have mine.” Jason handed her what was left of his drink. She inhaled it. “Is that better?” he asked.

  She nodded. “I think so.”

  “We can offer you so much,” Wyatt spoke slowly. “So much, baby.”

  She looked into the depths of his dark eyes. There was no doubt he could give her something she’d never experienced before, but she turned to Jason. His green eyes shimmered in the dim light. His eyes offered something completely different—something mischievous and fun.

  “Give it a chance,” he prodded.

  “I’m practically a virgin,” she blurted out and then hung her head in shame. “I’m sorry. I’m not experienced enough. I’m sorry—I’d only disappoint you.”

  “Hey.” He tipped her chin up to meet his gaze. “Don’t ever apologize. You could never disappoint us.”

  Jason came around behind her, resting his hands on her shoulders and slowly massaging into her neck. “Practically, huh?”

  She nodded, giggling. “I mean I’ve had sex, but never with two guys. And never—you know…never…” She couldn’t bring herself to say it. There was only one way a three-way would happen and she’d never even thought about experiencing sex in that place. That forbidden place.

  She thought she heard both men groan at her words. What had she said?

  “Come home with us,” Jason urged.

  She laughed. “I-I’m not that brave.”

  He pressed into her shoulders again. It was hard to ignore how good his hands felt.

  “Let’s talk about it then.” Wyatt held her gaze. “What are you scared of?”

  She wanted to shout out all the things running through her head. She wasn’t some kind of sexual goddess. She could never handle both of them. What if she didn’t live up to their expectations? What if she failed them?

  “I’m too embarrassed to say.” She licked her lips. “I don’t even know what questions to ask. That’s how new I am to this.”

  “You must want to know something.”

  She nodded. She wanted to know how it would feel. If she could do the unthinkable. Since she had been at Miller-Wentmore, she had soared in her new position. She wondered how much more she could learn.

  “Are you two…do you two…do you need me for it the whole time?”

  The men laughed louder than she thought possible.

  Jason looked at Wyatt. “I think she’s asking if we’re gay.”

  “Shit. That was the wrong thing to say I guess,” Kayla mumbled.

  Wyatt tipped her chin up. “Baby, we are not gay. We only fuck women. And yeah, we know our lifestyle isn’t traditional, but we’re successful because we think outside of the box. Sex like this is out of the box. We want you to experience it for yourself.”

  Jason added to Wyatt’s explanation, “And to answer your second part, yeah we need you. This has nothing to do with us together. You are the perfect missing piece.”

  Jason’s hands moved lower, caressing between her shoulders and down her spine.

  “I don’t see how it could work. How do you not get mad or jealous? Do you see everything?” She gulped, knowing she sounded like a teenager having sex for the first time.

  “Are you aware men like porn?” Wyatt asked.

  She nodded. “Yes. I know that much.”

  “Then think of it as live porn. We get to watch the most beautiful woman in the world being fucked. And we get to join in when we want. It’s virtual porn, baby.”

  “Oh. I didn’t think about it like that.”

  Jason squeezed her shoulder. “We get that it’s unconventional, but you’re brilliant, Kayla. You’re turning marketing on its head for the better. And a smart sexy gorgeous woman knows when she’s being offered something unique. An intelligent woman knows when an offer isn’t on the table for long. She knows how to seize unbelievable opportunities.”

  His words made sense. His compliments were working. The two of them were hard to deny. They were seductive and persuasive.

  “I have an idea, brother.” He talked over her head to Wyatt.

  “And what’s that?”

  She was just as curious. She wanted to know what solution there was to this impossible dilemma. Kayla was paralyzed with erotic fear. Her clit had started to throb when they openly discussed that this was about sex. The two of them having sex with her. It made her shiver until her panties were soaked.

  Jason spun the chair so that she was now facing him.

  “What if for one night you had a chance to try it with no commitment, Kayla?”

  “What do you mean?” She knew she looked as confused as she felt.

  He continued, “we’ll start slow. One at a time. It’s only tonight. And then you can think about if you want. But the offer is good for only one more week.”

  Wyatt cleared his throat. “Another week?”

  Jason nodded. “Three weeks is generous of us, Kayla. Extremely generous.”

  “How would I try it?” she questioned.

  Wyatt put both feet on the floor and wal
ked toward the door that led to his office.

  “Have you ever opened this door?” he asked.

  “No.” She had been scared what would happen if she had given in to her curiosity. As if she couldn’t control her desire to see him.

  He smiled. “That’s too bad. I think you’ll like this room.”

  It was as if she was under a spell. A kind of trance. She couldn’t help but rise from the seat and walk toward him.

  10

  Kayla

  Wyatt held the door open as she inched closer.

  “I won’t bite,” he teased. “Unless you want me to.”

  She felt the heat rush to her cheeks. “Very funny.”

  As soon as she was over the threshold she realized the room was like a sitting room between her office and Wyatt’s. If she hadn’t been passing through she wouldn’t have considered it unusal. But upon closer inspection she realized there was a small bed at the end of the room. There was a TV, magazines, a wine fridge. It was the perfect escape from everything in the office.

  She turned back to look at him. “It looks like a place I could steal a nap on these twelve-hour days.”

  “Or something else.” He arched his eyebrows.

  “Oh.”

  Jason appeared next to him.

  “Take off your clothes, Kayla,” he spoke gruffly.

  She immediately covered her chest with her hands. “What?” She was wearing her favorite power suit. It was black.

  “Take them off. We’ll turn off the light and then we’ll return one at a time. No talking. Understand?”

  She nodded. She was slowly starting to understand what they had suggested.

  “But how will I know who is who if there is no talking?”

  Wyatt grinned. “That’s the point. You won’t.”

  Jason’s hand landed on the light switch, casting them all in darkness. “Tonight is our interview, love. If you like it…we promise you even more.”

  Before she could question what they were doing again, they closed the door and she was alone in the dark.