Satisfied 2X

by Nicole Elliot

  She cleared her throat and took her first step into his office.

  “I heard you’ve made a decision.”

  He nodded. “I have.”

  She didn’t know how much longer she could wait. She bit her lip. “Well?”

  Hunter’s broad chest rose. “It’s you, Alison. Only you.”

  Her eyes widened. “Me? I won?”

  He bowed his head in her direction. “Your design was impressive. Unique. Inspired. It was the only one I even considered.”

  Her palm flattened over her heart. She tried to stop it from beating out of control. “I-I don’t know what to say.”

  Hunter broke his stance and walked toward her. “Why don’t you take a seat? We have to discuss your obligations to the project at this point.”

  “Obligations?” She sat on the leather sofa across from him. There was a coffee table in between them.

  “You have heard Drew and I discuss the Vegas trip this weekend. Launching the foundation is the pinnacle of our careers. It has to be flawless. The creator of the brand needs to be at the announcement. You are the vision, Alison. You can’t miss being on an international stage with something so critical for the foundation.”

  “We agreed if I won, I could go.”

  “Yes. We did. You won. You can go. I’m asking you to do this for the foundation. I’m asking you as the artist who created something beautiful, to see your vison shared the way it is supposed to be.”

  Her chest prickled. Her blood rushed with heat. “You’re asking me to stay on?”

  “I’m asking you to travel with Drew and me. Represent your art.”

  “You’re going back on your deal, Hunter,” she fired.

  He shook his head. “No. I’m not. You can get up and walk out of here if you want. I won’t stop you. I swear.”

  She looked at the set of double doors over her should and the elevator to her side.

  “But, now that you’re free, I’d like you to stay because you want to see the project finished. At least through the weekend, Alison.” He smiled devilishly. “I promise Drew and I can make Vegas fun.”

  She felt more heat rush through her. It spread between her legs and rushed to her nipples. Shit. What kind of effect did this man have on her? Was this even legal what he could do to her body without even touching her?

  “Vegas for the weekend?” she whispered.

  He raked his teeth against his lip and she thought she might melt off the couch. Was it crazy she wanted to go? She could see it. Having drinks with Drew and Hunter. Dinner at a five-star restaurant.

  “You won’t regret it,” he urged. “We do everything first-class. It will be a trip of a lifetime. By the time we leave everyone will want you to design for them. You can’t get exposure like this any other way, Alison. Think about your career.”

  She laughed. “My career or you and Drew?”

  He leaned forward. “Can’t it be both? Can’t you have it all?”

  The flutter soared in her belly. She nodded. She could have it all. She deserved it all.

  “I-I guess I could go.”

  She didn’t have the willpower to tell him no. Not with those eyes and lips. Not with large hands that could hold her close. Her lips practically parted, begging for him to kiss them. She knew she had officially lost her sanity.

  He was pulling her in with that look. She knew it, but there was no lifeline to drag her back to reality.

  “I promise you’ll never forget Vegas, sweetheart.”

  Hunter rose from the couch to escort her to the door. He pressed his hand into the small of her back. It was as if he seared her skin through her blouse.

  “Congratulations,” he leaned to whisper in her ear before opening the door.

  She looked up at him. She didn’t know whether to stay or to run. To say thank you, or screw you. She was filled with hope and regret. Confusion was pouring in from all sides.

  The door closed behind her and Alison was in the foyer to Hunter’s office. She was free.

  Twelve

  Drew

  Alison was hunched over a drawing board in the corner of her office when he walked in the room.

  “Hi.” It looked as if she wanted to smile.

  “Hi,” he answered. “I hear congratulations are in order.”

  “I still can’t believe it.” She looked up from her drawing. “I won.”

  He nodded. “You sure did. And I hear you are going to Vegas with us for the weekend.”

  He saw the blush on her cheeks. He wondered how that conversation transpired between her and Hunter.

  “I am. It seems like the right thing to do to keep the integrity of the project.”

  He grinned. “Of course.”

  She leaned over the desk again.

  He wanted to walk behind her and push the skirt to her hips. He wanted to sink his fingertips into her flesh while he explored every part of her from behind. His mouth went dry. What was this girl doing to him?

  “That’s good to hear. Are you ready for the trip? I wanted to let you know we leave in the morning.”

  He walked beside her, curious to see what she had drawn. She quickly scurried in front of him, bumping against his side. Her ass rubbing into this thigh as she covered her artwork.

  Her heard the gasp from her lips when his hands rested on her waist to steady her. It was a spontaneous reaction, but he didn’t want her to fall. His fingers lingered, pressing gently into her hipbones. Alison leaned into him for a second. Long enough he could feel the heat of her body pressed against his chest before she abruptly wiggled free.

  He grinned, but she was turned away from him. Everything in him told him to pull her back toward him. She would take a little more. Give a little more. But she stepped toward her computer, putting something solid between them.

  “I’ll have Douglas pack your things.”

  “I can pack for myself.” Her green eyes fired.

  “There are several events, including dinners, cocktail receptions, and the official launch presentation. Douglas will pack for you.”

  “I’m free now. You and Hunter don’t have to do things like that anymore.”

  He sighed. “That’s not why we do it. Listen. For the past two weeks you’ve done nothing but work. If you would just take a second to get to know us, I don’t think you’d be in such a hurry to leave.”

  “Maybe you two haven’t taken the time to get to know me. I’m not impressed by the money. I don’t need money to be happy.” He saw the sudden look of vulnerability in her expression.

  “I’m not talking about money.” He walked around to her side of the desk.

  She stiffened when his hand covered hers. He could hear her breath quicken. He leaned against her, pressing her body.

  “I’m talking about everything else in life, Alison. Pleasure. Happiness. Hunter and I know how to give you that.” He moved away, giving her space as the cool air rushed between them.

  “I said no sex,” she whispered.

  “That’s not sex.” He took a step back. “There are levels of intimacy we could show you. I don’t even think sex is how you describe it.” He winked.

  Her cheeks turned a bright crimson red.

  Suddenly, he thought he knew what her weakness was. It wasn’t that she wasn’t attracted to them. It wasn’t that she wasn’t interested. It wasn’t that she was ready to move out.

  She didn’t want to be vulnerable to them. She didn’t want to let down her walls. She was like Hunter that way. She wanted to stand on her own.

  “I’m going to Vegas because it’s the right thing to do for the foundation.”

  “I understand. We couldn’t be happier you’re going.” He inhaled. “You’re a free woman now. Don’t let what happened in the past keeping you from being happy now.”

  “It’s not that simple, Drew.”

  “But it could be. It could be as simple as the three of us sharing something amazing.”

  “I don’t get it.” She shook her head.


  “We want to give you something. I swear Hunt’s a good guy. Gambles too much. Looks for thrills maybe where he shouldn’t, but Alison he would keep you safe and protect you until he died. Just like I would.”

  “You’re just saying that.”

  Drew shook his head. “No. I’d never lie to you. Not about my best friend.”

  “I don’t know what to say. I don’t know what you want.”

  He smiled. “Why don’t we take this weekend to figure it out?”

  He saw her eyes sparkle.

  “I’ll let you get back to work.”

  He strolled to the door.

  Walking back to the executive offices was one of the hardest things he had done. All he wanted was to take her in his arms and kiss her. Carry her to Hunter where they could love her together. Show her how they could worship her beautiful body. Take her to places in paradise she’d never dreamed of. But the only way to get to Alison, was to let her make the decision for herself.

  Thirteen

  Alison

  When she got home from HiTech Global there were two bouquets of flowers on her bed. There was a note tucked inside the first one.

  You’re beautiful when you work. Congratulations—knew you could do it.

  Xo,

  Drew

  She folded it and put it back in the envelope. She noticed under the second set of flowers was another card. She picked it up and read it.

  Your art is sexier than your body. Congrats, sweetheart.

  -D

  Holy shit.

  They were dropping all barriers. They were letting her know exactly what they felt. She was a free woman. She didn’t have to spend another night under their roof. And they were treating her like a queen.

  She sat on the bed with the two bouquets of flowers. One red. One white. She didn’t know which color represented which man. In her two weeks working and living with them, she had noticed they complimented each other. Drew seemed more serious and sensitive, while Hunter was fun-loving and challenging.

  Something electric twinged in her core. Dear God, did she have a crush on them? And what was that stunt that Drew pulled today in her office? His hard body had felt warm and protective pressed into hers. She wanted him to stay there a little longer, but it didn’t make any sense. She should hate him.

  She looked up when she heard the knock on her door.

  “Come in.”

  She expected to see Douglas, but it was Hunter.

  “Oh.”

  “How was the rest of work today, sweetheart?” He laughed.

  “It was a pretty amazing day. Thank you for the flowers.” She twisted her lips together. She didn’t know how to respond to the gifts.

  “You’re welcome. Drew and I wanted you to know we care. He told me about your conversation today. He told me you’re hesitant about the trip. That you’re hesitant about us even after you and I talked.”

  “He did?” She was surprised they had talked about it.

  Hunter nodded. “We share everything, Alison.”

  “Everything?” she questioned.

  He took a step toward her. Her body responded with electricity at his nearness. She reminded herself she was here because she chose it. Hunter couldn’t keep her anymore.

  “Everything.”

  His fingers lingered along her cheek.

  They had referenced it so many times, but she was afraid to ask. Afraid she would sound like an idiot or a sexual novice. Did they share women like this? Was he implying they slept with the same women? She didn’t have the guts to ask him.

  Instead, she held still while his fingertips trailed along her neck to the front of her throat.

  “So damn beautiful,” he murmured before backing away.

  Her eyes lifted to his. The touch had felt sensual. Something so small and innocent had her panties wet. She wanted another touch. Something more this time.

  “Dinner is at six. Did Douglas bring you a gown?” he asked, changing the mood and the topic.

  She nodded. “It’s in my closet.”

  “I’ll see you downstairs soon.” He walked to the door.

  She tried to think of how to stall him, but she knew it was wrong. Every impulse in her body was going against her heart and her mind. She should be throwing Hunter Evans out of her bedroom with everything she had, instead she was concocting ways to keep him here.

  “Hunter?”

  “Yes?” He turned at the door.

  “The flowers really are beautiful. Thank you.”

  “I’m glad you like them. Now go get dressed. We have a lot to celebrate tonight. We have a winning artist to make feel special.” He winked before closing the door behind him.

  Alison fell backward on the bed. What in holy hell just happened?

  Fourteen

  Alison

  Dinner tonight was different. The seating arrangement was the same. Hunter was on one side and Drew on the other. The candles were lit. The wine had been poured. The food had been prepared by the chef the way it was every night. But she glanced between the two men and something felt different. The atmosphere was electric. She didn’t know how else to describe it. She saw them through new eyes.

  “I’m being extremely selective who sees your design ahead of the trip tomorrow,” Hunter explained. “But I showed it to our vice president of marketing. She was extremely impressed.” He smiled.

  “She was?” Alison still couldn’t believe everything that had happened today.

  Drew’s eyes shone. “It’s incredible what you did, Alison. Nothing compares to it. Hunter chose the perfect design.”

  “It’s our passion project. And now you’re always going to be a part of it,” Hunter added.

  She felt the swirl of giddiness invade her.

  “Can you tell me about Vegas?” she asked. “What are we going to do there?”

  Drew looked surprised. “You don’t know about Vegas?” he teased.

  “I think I should know something about the trip, don’t you?”

  “Of course,” Drew answered more seriously. “We have three days to present our quarterly financials to the shareholders. We like to wine and dine them once a year out of town. And of course there is always a media frenzy when we launch something new. No one knows the something new is the foundation.”

  Hunter butted in, “And the press is going to want to see who we bring.”

  This might be it. This might be her chance to ask. She needed to know. It had been in the back of her head since the day that goon deposited her in their offices. It was a question filled with something so taboo she couldn’t believe she kept going back to it.

  “We?” She tried to look coy as she scooped a bite of roasted potato on her fork.

  Hunter nodded. “Yes, we.”

  Drew lifted the wine bottle from the table. “Would you like a refill? Tonight is a celebration after all.”

  She nodded. “Thank you.” She felt like celebrating. Her art was going global and she had won her freedom on her own.

  “Are you trying to ask us something, Alison?” Drew pressed her.

  She felt the pink spread from her cheeks to her chest. She was embarrassed, but the innuendos were out of control. She had to know what in the hell they meant every time they mentioned sharing and giving together. It couldn’t possibly mean what she thought it did. Could it?

  “I-I…maybe,” she sputtered on the words.

  Hunter chuckled. “Oh come on, say it. Just ask. We know you want to ask.”

  Drew reached for her hand. He squeezed it reassuringly. “Go ahead, Alison. Ask us. Ask us the right question and we’ll give you the answer you want.”

  God, they were unbelievable tonight.

  “Fine.” She pulled her shoulders back. She could do this. What choice did she have if she wanted the answer. “Do you both sleep with the same girl or something? Is that your thing?”

  “Our thing?” Drew’s eyebrows were high.

  “Yes. Do you share notes? Compare it? I don’t know.
Take turns? You keep suggesting something. You’ve hinted and hinted. What is it? What am I missing? What is the relationship with women you have? It’s clearly something you do together. I know that much.”

  Hunter’s grin was devilish. He took her other free hand, sliding his fingers between hers. His grip locked tightly.

  “We share everything, Alison.”

  “You have said that already. Tell me something I don’t already know. I want new information.”

  She tried to ignore the small flame that was starting to smolder between them. It was just as strong between her and Hunter as it was between her and Drew. She’d never experienced anything like it. How could she simultaneously be attracted to two men? How could they both affect her body? She was spiraling in something unexpected.

  Drew tugged her toward him. “What do you want it to mean, Alison?”

  “Want? I don’t want anything from either of you. I’ve been clear about that for two weeks.” She tried to pull her hands from theirs, but her attempt was weak. Instead she ended up with their free hands on her knees.

  Hunter pressed one knee wide before Drew did the same from his side.

  “I don’t know if that’s true,” Hunter growled. “You want something. Why couldn’t it be this?” His fingers traveled along the inside of her thigh.

  She shook her head, trying to turn off the surge of adrenaline rushing through her. They were both touching her at the same time. It was happening at once. This wasn’t what she thought sharing meant. Suddenly, everything was coming into focus. The fingers felt cool and warm. Wrong and right. Naughty and delicious.

  “You share?” she whispered. “At the same time?”

  Drew ran his index finger under her dress. The high slit on the gown gave him easy access. “Yes, we share everything. It could be you. If you wanted it to be.”

  Her eyes closed as their fingers inched higher. Her legs opened wider, inviting their fingers to touch her heat. Her silk panties were wet from only a few strokes along her thigh when Hunter dipped a finger under the lace. He pushed the fabric out of the way and strummed her clit, taking possession of it.