Bring On the Heat

by Eden Bradley

  She rolled back to her desk and pounded her forehead on her blotter. Hard.

  God, she needed to leave. It was five, right? She shot up in her seat and glanced at the time. Three-flipping-thirteen.

  But she hadn’t taken a lunch yet. She could sneak out for a sandwich and creep back in when—

  Her phone rang and she picked it up, shutting her eyes. She didn’t bother to say hello. “Ms. Stanton, my office please. Now.” Des sounded completely cool and composed. Totally fuckable.

  “Yes, sir.” She hung up and stabbed her thumbnail into her palm. Her time of reckoning had come. She’d blown and screwed her way around a firing Friday night, but now she was going to get it.

  Was it wrong that she wanted to ask if she could get the other it again before they booted her out the door? Preferably by Des this time? Not that she hadn’t enjoyed having sex with Cole, but he wasn’t her boss. Err, he was, but he wasn’t Des.

  Dammit all to hell, she wanted Des. Even more so now.

  So maybe she needed to show him that she didn’t mind handling a few extra tasks around the office? Blowing, and filing, and typing, and fucking…

  She adjusted her suit. She’d worn power red today, hoping it would give her a boost. That it looked good with her coloring and the snug skirt revealed lots of leg? Absolutely irrelevant.

  While she stood there fiddling with her clothes, the phone rang again. She answered, her belly fluttering in anticipation of hearing his deep, sexy voice. “Now, Wendy.”

  “On my way.” She hung up and strode down the hall, determined to project an outward air of confidence. She was a valuable employee. There was no reason at all to think she’d be fired for such small transgressions.

  Then she saw Des standing in his doorway and she stumbled.

  Instead of moving to help her, he crossed his arms. Ankles too. He made her think of a king, waiting to be served. That he wore a pair of black jeans, crisp white shirt, and formal pinstriped vest—and a smirk, can’t forget the smirk—didn’t diminish his kingly air.

  She slipped past him into the room. The slam of the door made her jump, and quick as a snake, he shoved her face-first against the wall. She bit the inside of her cheek to keep quiet. At least she hadn’t pleaded. Yet.

  His minty breath warmed her cheek as he pressed to her back. “So I’m gay.”

  Yep, there was no stopping the squeak then. Classy. “Uh, I didn’t say you were gay. That the…individual might be gay. The fictional man I slept with, I mean.” She shook her head. “I’m just going to stop talking now.”

  “No, it’s fascinating. Tell me more.” While he spoke, he gathered her wrists and—bound them. What the hell?

  She whirled to face him then wished she hadn’t. He was too close to her, and his eyes were barely slits. If this was Des set on mad, she’d happily return the dial to affable Des. Or Des, sex maniac who demanded she pleasure him. Another good option.

  “I didn’t tell her it was you. Either of you. But come on, do you really think the idea you could be gay is out of left field?”

  “Did you think that when your mouth was on my cock?” His question blew over her lips. “Or when I was watching you get fucked by my partner and wishing like hell it was me?”

  “It could’ve been you. It should’ve been.”

  He wrapped his hand around her hair, tugging her back until she had no choice but to meet his simmering gaze. “It’s not going to be. So just get that thought out of your pretty head.”

  Disappointment sliced through her, fast and sharp. She clenched her hands. “What’s this about then? Just a way for you to show me who’s boss?”

  That smile, slow and lethal, should’ve come with a warning label. “You already know who’s boss. This is just to make sure you never forget it.”

  While she stood there caught between shivering and screaming, he went to his desk and pressed the intercom button. Van’s perky voice rang over the line. “Yes, Des?”

  “Take the rest of the afternoon off. Boss’s orders.” He flashed his teeth at Wendy and she flexed her fingers, hating that she was at his mercy. Unless she decided to walk out the door, once she figured out how to open it with her mouth. “Send Cole in here on your way out, please.”

  Oh hell no.

  Oh hell yes.

  “Are you sure?” She’d never heard Van use that particular soft, entreating tone before. “I can stay as long as you need. Or help if there’s something you and Cole have to take care of—”

  Des pushed a button with one long finger. “What do you say? Do we need Vanessa’s assistance?” Sensuously, he licked his lower lip. “Your call, Ms. Stanton.”

  She couldn’t shake her head rapidly enough. He chuckled and pushed the button again. “I think we’ll be fine. Thank you, Van.”

  He stayed on the line for another moment, making small talk. Van obviously didn’t want to go. Was there a reason why? Like, oh, had she been the first test subject for Des and Cole’s unconventional disciplinary procedures? And maybe she wasn’t ready to be pushed aside.

  Almost as soon as he ended the call, the door opened. She shifted her back to the wall, oddly embarrassed to be caught with her hands trapped behind her. It made her feel even more powerless, though really, who was she kidding? They weren’t playing patty-cake. In comparison to her vanilla existence, these men were hardcore.

  Even if Cole entered Des’s office with a miniature candy cane in his mouth and another longer, thicker one under his arm.

  “Wondered when we’d get back on the job,” he said cheerfully, flipping the lock in the doorknob. “So you’ve labeled us gay, hmm?”

  She swallowed and twisted her wrists against her binding. Jeez, was that garland? She peeked over her shoulder. Yep, her favorite multi-colored strand. Figured.

  Cole’s finger along her jaw had her eyes snapping back to his. He cocked his head, studying her while he sucked on his candy. The gesture made him look boyish, especially with that lock of light brown hair that kept dipping into his eyes. Dark blue eyes that saw too deep and exposed all the lies she told the world on a daily basis.

  That she was okay. That she didn’t hurt. That she didn’t need.

  “We’re open-minded about who we sleep with, sweetheart.” Cole crunched into his candy. “Sometimes that includes guys. Usually only each other, and usually only when we’re sharing a woman. You don’t have to worry that you’ll come in here someday and find me with my head in jerkwad’s lap.”

  She flushed and hated herself for it. “I didn’t mean—”

  “Shh. I’m sure you were confused.” Cole’s finger found the corner of her mouth and pressed inward until her lips gave way. He eased the tip inside, smiling when her tongue curled around him. “No confusion now, is there?”

  When she shook her head, he smiled and held out the oversized candy cane to Des. Someone had brought it to the party the other night. “Hungry? I brought you a present.”

  Des came around the desk and accepted the candy, eyeing it with an appreciation that caused her panties to dampen even more. None of this should be turning her on, but apparently her body didn’t realize that.

  “Hmm. I’m not usually a fan of sweets.” She thought of his newly developed sugar habit and then clamped her lips together when he looked her way. “What about you, Wendy?”

  “I’m not hungry.”

  Des and Cole glanced at each other, matching predatory smiles crossing their ridiculously sexy faces. Cole had dimples and Des’s spiky hair could’ve hidden devil horns, but for that instant she could tell they were of one very dirty mind.

  Des stepped forward and stroked the wrapped cane down her throat. She held his gaze, unwilling to slip into the same submissive role she had last time. There was no alcohol in her bloodstream right now. Lust, yes, but she could control that.

  Maybe.

  He ran his tongue under her jaw in a long, patient sweep. “Do you want to be here, Wendy?”

  She should say no. What she’d want
ed with Des—or what she’d believed she wanted anyway—was a chance at a normal relationship. This was not that.

  But she wasn’t moving away. She was nodding yes and arching as he unbuttoned her jacket and bared the lacy white teddy beneath. The top of it played peekaboo nicely with her suit, and the rest was a series of swirling cutouts and mesh. Her skirt hid what covered her groin—or didn’t.

  “So businesslike outside.” Des’s finger skated down the rise of her breasts, detouring over each taut nipple showcased in thin netting. “So not beneath. What’s under here?” he asked, tracing her waistband.

  She pulled off a shrug though she could feel herself growing wet to the point of embarrassment. “See for yourself.”

  “I think I will.” He passed off the candy cane to Cole then tugged on her skirt with both hands, his expression glazing at the sight of her pussy framed in white lace. Garters and sheer stockings completed the outfit. “You test me, Wendy.”

  “Do I?” She licked her lips with the tip of her tongue, pleased to see the flex of his cock against his trousers. “It’s so hard to tell.”

  He drew his fingers over her slit, scarcely touching her, and she jerked back. His smile was like the sun emerging from behind a cloud, bright and disarming. “I bet you taste like candy. Do you like having a man between your legs?”

  Answering seemed like another way to give in. She tried to make her face expressionless, determined to make him work for her reactions if nothing else.

  Cole crunched into the mini candy cane, swallowing the last of it as he peeled the plastic off the larger cane. Then he stepped forward and placing the rounded tip of the candy against her mouth. “You know you want some.”

  Caught in the intensity of his eyes, she licked, involuntarily drawing one heel up the wall. Spreading herself open for them.

  Des took her silent invitation and dropped to his knees, finding her clit so fast that she swayed. With her balance altered from her bound wrists and her stance, she might’ve toppled over had he not locked an arm around the back of her thighs. He wasn’t letting her go anywhere, that was for damn sure.

  “That’s it,” Cole said when she drew the candy deeper into her mouth in response to Des’s insistent licking. “Get it wet.”

  Her eyes shot to Cole’s. All at once, she knew they weren’t simply plying her with treats.

  Of course they weren’t. Moron.

  Des prodded her swollen bundle of nerves with his tongue, flattening it while she sucked harder on the peppermint stick. Her thighs trembled and she rocked forward, unintentionally swallowing more of the candy. Nearly choking on it.

  God, who knew Des had such powerful suction?

  Maybe Van knew.

  She shoved that thought away as Cole palmed the back of her head, finally drawing the cane away to kiss her. He snaked his tongue between her lips, flicking upward against the roof of her mouth, somehow mirroring the way Des was devouring her pussy. “You’re delicious. I want this mouth on me. So cool and minty.”

  Cole stepped back to tug off his belt before following suit with his pants and boxers. His already fully erect cock curved out, even more enticing than the candy he still gripped in one fist.

  Inexplicably, she dropped her gaze to Des’s dark head between her legs. She wished she could touch him, run all that soft hair through her fingers. Wished they were alone, which made her feel instantly guilty.

  She liked Cole, she really did. He definitely cranked her gears. But he wasn’t Des, and she was stupidly traditional. One woman, one man.

  And that was a fantasy. This was her reality.

  Des slid back, his chin damp and his gorgeous sea-colored eyes unreadable. He rose and undid his jeans. He wore no boxers, and just a glimpse of his golden skin, so hard and thick, elicited her muffled cry. Muffled because Cole’s mouth was back on hers, his tongue thrusting deep while he pressed his hand between her legs, fingering her with a speed that made her dizzy.

  “Ah, darling, you’re soaked for us. Come. Just come, baby.”

  She was so close already from Des that it didn’t take long at all. As soon as two of Cole’s long fingers pumped into her, she exploded. She buried her face between his shoulder and neck while she rode out the climax, both relieved and tense all over again.

  Why wouldn’t Des ever take her there himself?

  She zeroed in on the man in question, leaning against his desk, stroking his cock in long, even pulls. He’d obviously liked the show. Heavy lidded, surly mouthed, he punched her in the chest with one glance and knocked her right on her ass.

  He crooked his finger. “C’mere.”

  She didn’t look at Cole. Couldn’t. She moved toward Des like a zombie, trapped in his web though he didn’t speak. He caressed her cheek and rubbed his thumb under her eye, his lips softening into a fleeting smile. Then he reached behind her and freed her wrists. He draped the garland around her neck before he pushed her jacket down to her elbows. The pose slightly pulled back her arms.

  “I like that.” He traced her shoulders. “You’re restrained, just enough to make you remember.”

  “Remember what?”

  He nudged her down to her knees, directing his cock between her lips. “Me.”

  This time she didn’t hesitate. If he wouldn’t have sex with her—though she didn’t know why—at least she could enjoy this much of him. She kept her eyes on his as her lips engulfed his length, as that first erotic taste of him hit her taste buds. He didn’t shove himself deeper, just waited for her to take him. She swirled her tongue around the wide, swollen head before more of his arousal flowed out to help ease his passage into her throat.

  As off-balance as she felt with her arms behind her, she held the stance, concentrating on taking him deeper without her hands. With just her eyes on his to tell him when to push her for more and when to retreat. She moaned around him, the subtle pulse in his length a promise of things to come.

  He leaned back on his desk, spreading his body out for her perusal though she couldn’t see it through all those damn layers of clothes. But she could see the pleasure contorting his features, shaping them into something even more beautiful as his throat muscles rippled and sweat dotted his temples.

  He’d been led to the edge by her, not Cole. Not some other random woman who never stumbled or stuttered when he got too close.

  She was sure he’d urge her back, but when he did, it wasn’t for the reason she thought. Cole had taken his place beside him and now indicated his own impatient cock with a wave of his fingers and a questioning smile. She swallowed the frustration that this moment with Des wasn’t theirs alone and shifted on her knees to offer the same treatment to Cole’s needy erection.

  Soon she wasn’t thinking about anything but getting him off, about tasting more of that hot moisture that hit her tongue every time he forcefully slid home. He wasn’t gentle with her but she didn’t care. She didn’t want that. Right now she ached to be used, to use them the same way. To forget everything that had ever happened—would ever happen—outside these four walls.

  Des moved closer to Cole and together they fed her their cocks, alternating who she had in her mouth. Even with her eyes closed she knew the difference. Cole was longer, his movements sharper. Des stretched her cheeks and made her gasp from his slow, languid strokes. He filled her, burning away any memory of anyone that had come before. Relentless in his pursuit of her throat, of taking her further than she’d ever gone before.

  He plunged into her and held, his hips so close to her face, his grip on her hair punishing her. Freeing her. And buried down deep he came, releasing into her in an endless stream she fought to contain.

  Too soon Cole dragged him back and inserted himself inside her well-used mouth, barely getting off a couple strokes before he slickened the same path that Des had. He groaned and jerked her down, holding her still while her hollowed cheeks milked him.

  Doing this with them was so dirty, so far beyond any experiences she’d had before. She’d file t
hem away in her mind and take them out when she was old and gray and wanted to remember she’d once had a wild past. Hopefully by then she’d be married with a family, and thoughts of these nights with Des and Cole would just be a naughty part of her history.

  It was too much to hope for that Des might still be in her life then. Experiences like this didn’t lead to lifetime commitment. They led to…more experiences like this. With garland and ornament clips and candy canes. Ho-ho-ho.

  She’d just have to make her peace with that and enjoy every minute they shared as much as possible.

  Inhaling harshly, Cole removed himself from between her lips then let out an awed laugh. “Damn, you’re good.” He lowered his satisfied gaze to where she pressed her saturated thighs together to keep from squirming. “I think Wendy’s earned a bonus this Christmas. Don’t you agree, Des?”

  ~ * ~

  FIVE

  Des eyed the pouty lips of Wendy’s pussy revealed by her crotchless teddy as he twirled the peppermint stick. Oh, what he could do to her in that getup.

  What he would do.

  He gripped her elbow and helped her to her feet, then escorted her around the desk to his chair. She sat, still looking shell-shocked, and he bent to lay a soft kiss on her lips. He could taste both of them there, him and Cole, along with a hint of mint. As irrational as it was, he wanted to kiss her until Cole’s flavor disappeared, until he was the only one he detected on her lips. “Legs up on the arms.”

  Wendy snapped into action, doing as he asked. She glanced down at herself in wonderment at how fully she was opened to them and up at him with a half-smile that lit her amber eyes. “Your chair is really comfy.”

  He laughed and pulled the garland off of her neck before winding it around her legs and the chair arms. Luckily it was extra-long and stretched across her belly like a glittery belt. “You look good in it.” He tugged her breasts over the scalloped top of her teddy. Her nipples were rosy pink, as flushed as her cheeks. God, it turned him on when she blushed. “You’re incredibly gorgeous.”