by Zara Chase
With a wild scream she closed herself round her fingers and let rip.
Paige couldn’t remember if they ate the rest of Nick’s meal or not. All she did know was that the boys made good on their promise, spanked her with a switch until she was desperate enough to get down on her knees and beg them to fuck her together. They teased her for an eternity but eventually gave her what she wanted.
Then they watched themselves on the big screen and did it all over again.
Chapter Thirteen
“Yes, I’m fine. Do stop worrying about me.”
“We weren’t too rough with you?”
Isaac’s gravelly voice echoed down the phone line. Paige could imagine the worry lines etched into his forehead, the concern in his gorgeous eyes, meltingly gentle the way they always were when they made love. No, she reminded herself, when they had sex. Love didn’t come into it but, damn it, when he displayed his sensitive side, when he got all possessive on her, it was tough keeping her emotions at bay.
“Not at all. You know you only gave me what I wanted.”
“Yeah, there is that.” He chuckled. “You’re one greedy chick. Have I ever told you that?”
“Frequently.”
“But you’re not used to taking two men at a time, and neither of us is exactly small.”
“There’s nothing I can possibly say to that, you conceited devil.”
“Go on, babe, admit it. You love both our cocks.”
“True, and I’ve had a fair bit of practice accommodating them these last few days. It’s easy, what with them being so small.” He growled at the insult. “Truth hurts, does it?”
“My prick’s getting hard right now, just talking to you about it.”
“Are you touching it?”
“You want me to?”
“As long as you’re on your own. You don’t need any of those gorgeous girls in the general office helping you out. They drool over you enough as it is.”
“Are there gorgeous girls here? Can’t say I’ve noticed.”
“Unzip and take your prick in your hand,” she said, urgency in her tone.
“You got it.”
She giggled. “Are we having telephone sex?”
“Looks that way. Are you wet, Paige?” he asked in a sexy drawl. “You got moisture seeping out of that tight little cunt of yours yet?”
“Yes,” she said breathlessly. “Can I touch myself?”
“Sure. Sink three fingers between those slick folds and rub your clit for me.”
“I’m doing it. I’ve got my legs spread wide, my knees bent, and my fingers deep inside me.”
“Hmm, I can just imagine it. Are you moving your hips yet?”
“Yes, that, too.”
“That’s my girl. Get a vibrator. There’s one in the drawer by the bed.”
“Just a minute.” Paige put the receiver down and found what she was looking for. “I’ve got it,” she said into the phone.
“Okay, babe, put it in and use it. Pretend it’s me that’s fucking you, not a piece of plastic.”
“It doesn’t feel as good as you, but I suppose it’s better than nothing.” She pushed the vibrator all the way home, closing her eyes as it pulsated inside her and pleasure ripped through her. “Are you going to come, too?”
He chuckled. “Count on it. Just talking to you is enough to make it happen. I can’t get enough of you, Paige Fairfax, and that’s a fact.”
“Make the most of me,” she said, her voice coming in shorter and shorter gasps as the heat built. Her vagina closed about the vibrator, and a climax threatened to erupt. “I’ll be going back to London straight after the funeral.”
“We’ll see about that.”
“Nothing to see. I live and work there. End of story.”
“I’m close, Paige, so fucking close.” She grinned, imaging him fisting his cock beneath his desk as he spoke to her. “Can’t hold out much longer. Let’s come together.”
“You’ll make a mess,” she warned, panting the words rather than speaking them as pleasure began to trickle outwards from her core. “I’m coming, Isaac. Fuck, what are you doing to me? You’re not even touching me and…” She screamed down the phone.
“Me, too,” he grunted. “That’s it. Shit, here it comes.”
“What happened there?” Paige asked, smiling down the line.
“What always happens whenever I even think about you.” She heard the smile in his voice. “You’ve got a lot to answer for, madam.”
“Not my fault, but if you feel the need to punish me, I guess I’ll have to take it.”
“You’re insatiable.”
“I’m having fun.”
“Sorry I had to leave so early this morning,” he said. “A new client wanted a breakfast meeting. The way things are at the agency right now, what with predators knowing we’ve lost our leader and trying to encroach on our territory, I couldn’t turn her down.”
“Her?” Paige could have bitten her tongue off. She didn’t mean to sound possessive or, God help her, jealous.
“Don’t worry, babe,” he said, a hint of smugness in his tone. “I’m a one-woman man.”
“What makes you think I was worried?” she asked haughtily, deliberately emphasizing her British accent.
“Because, even though you’re not ready to admit it yet, you’re a little bit in love with me and don’t like the thought of competition.”
“Of all the arrogant, conceited, self-centered—”
“Go back to sleep.” He chuckled. “It’s only eleven o’clock, and you need more rest.” Paige felt a pang of guilt. She’d still been asleep when the phone rang. Not that she had anything to feel guilty about, not really. She didn’t have to be anywhere, but lying about in bed, at least on her own, wasn’t a luxury she often indulged in. “I’ll be home early, and we’ll get set up for Mike’s visit.”
“I’m going to take a long soak in the bath.”
“Sore?”
“A bit, but pleasantly so. After that I’ve got some work to catch up with online.”
“Nick there?” he asked, a little too casually.
“No, he was gone before I woke as well. I think he said yesterday that he had an engineer coming to the boat. Something about a faulty impeller, whatever that is.”
Isaac laughed. “Sounds like a sex toy.”
“Don’t get me started.”
“It’s an early night for you tonight, young lady. And absolutely no sex. You need a rest.”
Like hell she did.
“If you say so,” she said sweetly.
“I mean it, Paige.”
Well, that made one of them.
Isaac and Nick arrived home within minutes of each other, just after five. They both kissed her and asked about her day, almost as though they were a married threesome. It made her smile. It made her feel loved and cherished. It felt right.
But it wasn’t right. She would be gone from the States within a week and wouldn’t see either of them again for months. Perhaps not ever.
Enjoy it whilst you can, Paige.
“Did you get the boat fixed?” she asked Nick.
“Yeah.” He raked a hand through his hair and shook his head. “It’s funny. I was about to ask the guy for an estimate before he did the work. Then I realized I had no one to give it to. The boat’s mine, and thanks to Ellie I have enough money to maintain it to the standard she always insisted upon.”
“It’s what she wanted,” Paige said, touching his arm. “She knew how much you love the sea, what a free spirit you are, and she wanted you to enjoy it.”
“Yeah, I know.” He moved into the kitchen. “I’ll try not to let her down. Let’s eat.”
Nick produced a quick meal for them. Paige felt guilty. She’d been at home all day. She ought to have prepared something, but she’d spent her time daydreaming, reliving the telephone sex with Isaac and the events of the night before when both men had satisfied her wildest fantasies. Food hadn’t once crossed her mind.
“What will it be?”
He shrugged. “No idea, but you’ll recognize it when you see it.”
“Okay, I’ll be ready,” she said, trying to ignore her extreme internal reaction and the rather more obvious blush that crept up her cheeks in response to his sexy grin.
“Don’t look at me like that, cause it won’t work.” Isaac shook a finger at her. “I meant what I said earlier. No sex for you tonight. You need to give your body a break.”
“Of course I do.”
Nick and Isaac shared a suspicious look. “Anyway, once you join us, I’ll get called away, and it’ll be your turn to work on him.”
“Come on, sweetheart,” Nick said. “Let’s cozy up in the control room and watch the master at work.”
“Don’t even think what I know you’re thinking,” Isaac said to Nick in a minatory tone. “She needs a rest.”
Paige and Nick laughed themselves silly as they headed for the control room. When they turned back and saw Isaac scowling at them they laughed even harder.
* * * *
Mike arrived almost immediately after that, so Isaac didn’t have time to dwell upon their intentions. Probably just as well. The little minx was rapidly robbing him of his sanity.
“Hey, Mike,” he said, opening the door to his visitor, shaking his hand and slapping him on the shoulder at the same time. “Thanks for stopping by. Wish it could have been under happier circumstances.”
“Me, too. We had our differences, but I liked and respected Ellie. Still, she’s gone, so I guess we need to talk about a few things in private.”
“My thoughts exactly. Drink?”
“Beer if you have one.”
“Oh, I think we can manage that.”
Isaac took the tops off two bottles, handed one to Mike, and sat opposite him in the den, his back to the camera. Paige and Nick would have a perfect view of Mike from where they were.
“I’m surprised you’re staying here,” Mike said.
“Oh, why’s that? I often stayed with Ellie when I was in Tampa.”
“Yeah, but Paige is staying here, isn’t she?”
“So?”
“Well, you don’t exactly make a secret about your animosity.”
Isaac shrugged. “We both loved Ellie, and she wanted us here. We avoid each other as much as possible, and when our paths do cross we try to be polite. Nick’s here to play referee, and anyway, it’s only until after the funeral. She’ll go back to London after that. Any news about that, by the way?”
“Yes, Lana heard this afternoon that they’ve released the body to the funeral home.”
“That’s good. When’s the funeral?”
“Next Wednesday, but Ellie wanted the wake to be here, so I guess Lana will need to liaise with you guys.”
“Sure.” Isaac threw back his head and sighed. “Only five more days to put up with Paige then.”
Mike grinned. “I imagine you’ll survive that long.”
“Let’s hope so.”
Mike took a long drink of beer when the conversation stalled, and Isaac took the opportunity to study him. He was in his midforties but looked older. He’d lost most of his hair and had a generous roll of fat round his gut. He was almost too conservative for the modern life of a publicist but good at his job when left to his own devices. Such thoughts prompted Isaac to ask a personal question without first thinking it through.
“Do you enjoy your work, Mike?”
Mike’s head shot up sharply. “Ah, so this is what this is all about. You want to talk me into stepping aside so you’ll be shoehorned into Ellie’s job by default.”
“Actually, it isn’t. I’m not sure if I even want it,” Isaac said, meaning it. “I just wondered, that’s all. You and Ellie were at daggers drawn over the direction the agency was taking for months. You didn’t want to move with the times and fought her tooth and nail. Out of respect for Lana she gave more ground than she needed to.”
“What makes you think my views reflect my wife’s?” he asked defensively. “I can think for myself, you know.”
“It was Ellie who told me Lana pulled your strings,” Isaac said mildly.
Mike slumped forward and put his empty bottle aside. “If you want the absolute truth, I hate the fucking place and would leave tomorrow, but Lana won’t hear of it.”
Isaac wanted to tell him to be a man but didn’t want to distract him now he’d got him talking. “I didn’t think Lana was interested in the business.”
“That’s what she wants everyone to think, but actually she’s obsessive about it.”
Isaac shrugged. “Ellie never said.”
“Ellie didn’t know.”
It was the first thing Mike had said that truly surprised Isaac. “I thought they got along well. I know Lana can be a bit straightlaced.” He thought about it for a moment. “Did she know about Ellie’s other activities?”
“Yeah, she knew.”
“And I’m guessing she didn’t approve.”
“If you were ten years old and walked in on your father being whipped by his new wife, how do you think it would affect you?”
“Ah, I see.” He rested his elbow on the arm of his chair and dropped his chin into his hand, nodding slowly. “I didn’t know that.”
“Nor did Ellie because Lana never told her. She loved her father, and when she was old enough to understand what she’d seen, she didn’t want to make him choose between them.”
“Understandable.” Isaac pondered on what he’d just learned. “So it’s Lana that wanted you to take Ellie’s job, out of spite.”
“Not spite exactly. She just thought that it ought to stay in the family.”
“Ellie was Greg’s family. They were married for over twenty years.”
“I know that,” Mike said with a heavy sigh, “but try telling it to Lana.”
“It was Ellie who got Carter Promotions off the ground. Admittedly she used Greg’s money to do it, but she was the brains behind the operation.”
“Bear in mind that Sam, Lana’s brother, got to be CEO of Carter Consortium. Lana merely got a financial settlement in her father’s will.”
“A pretty hefty one, I seem to recall. And trust funds for your kids. Sam only gets what profits he makes from the investment company. He’s doing well thanks to his own skill, nothing to do with handouts.”
“True, but Lana’s resentment is so deep-seated that it governs everything she does. She didn’t shed a single tear when Ellie died.” Isaac could well believe it. He’d always though Lana was cold and unfeeling and had never liked her much. “I’m only glad we were at lunch together when Ellie was killed, otherwise even I might suspect her of having a hand in it.”
Isaac suppressed a sigh. Either Mike had anticipated the question about who might have killed her and was covering his back, or he was telling the truth. His gut told him it was the latter.
“Why did you stop opposing Ellie’s changes?” Isaac asked. “You were dead set against them for months.”
“I got tired of fighting for something I didn’t really believe in,” he said, fiddling with the cuff of his shirt and avoiding Isaac’s gaze.
It was the first lie he’d told, but Isaac couldn’t begin to figure out why. He decided not to push him on it until he’d had a chance to think it through.
“Lana looked like she’d sucked on a lemon when she heard that you, Nick, and Paige were beneficiaries of Ellie’s will.”
“You know about that?”
“The family was informed by Lawson.”
“I suppose you would have been. It was a complete bombshell for all of us, but I’m surprised that Lana had expectations. Nothing Ellie owned was anything to do with her father. Not directly, anyway. Her possessions were the fruits of her own labors.”
He let out a long sigh and accepted another bottle
of beer from Isaac. “Lana puts on a great show, but underneath it all she’s bitter as hell. Take it from one who knows,” he added with feeling.
“Tell me to mind my own business, Mike, but if it’s as bad as that, why do you stay?”
Mike elevated a brow. “Don’t think I haven’t thought about leaving many times, but if I did she’d make my life a living hell.” He paused. “Even more than it is now.”
“She’s the one with the trust fund. She can’t take that much from you.”
“Grow up, Isaac, and stop trying to be a concerned friend,” Mike said irascibly. “We both know it’s bullshit and you don’t give a damn about me. All you care about is the goddamned business.”
“Hey, ease up there.” Isaac warded off Mike’s tirade by pushing his hands toward him, palms outward. “We might not have been the best of buddies in the past but—”
“Life isn’t only about money. I have three kids whom I happen to love. Lana would make sure I never saw them again, and worse, she’d poison their minds against me.” Mike expelled a long, exasperated breath. “Then she’d systematically ruin my life by slurring my name.”
Isaac wanted to ask how she could do that but knew he wouldn’t get an honest answer. “Okay, I get it. A bitter woman scorned and all that.”
“Yeah, and then some.”
The men sat in contemplative silence for a moment, making inroads into their beers while Isaac tried to decide how much further to push Mike, convinced he hadn’t yet told him all he knew about Ellie’s demise.
“Why did Lana come to the office that fateful day?” he asked. “It wasn’t something she often did, was it?”
“To see how the director’s meeting had gone. I think she got wind of the fact that I was no longer opposing Ellie and wanted to confront me about it then and there. I guess she thought if I knew she was coming for lunch it would focus my mind and I’d be more inclined to do what she wanted.”
“But you didn’t,” Isaac reminded him, leaning back in his chair and crossing one foot over his opposite thigh, waiting out the ensuing silence.
