Off Limits: MMF Bisexual Romance

by Bianca Vix

  I hate to think about him when I’m trying to relax, but I haven’t felt this good since I was with my ex. Not the last few months, sure. Things were bad for awhile before we ended it. But in the beginning. I talked him into taking a bath with me and it led to sex that lasted until sunrise.

  If nothing else, Chad was good in bed. I’m sure the women he cheated on me with thought so too.

  But forget that. I’m not thinking about him. Not here, not in this gorgeous place. In this perfect bath. He and I were wrong for each other anyway. I’m only going to focus on the positive.

  And the first positive thing that comes to mind is Jason Mitchell. He and I work together sometimes and I wish it was more often. We’re becoming friends, although I wish we were a lot more. Of course that’s not possible, since he’s gay.

  But a woman can dream.

  He’s really hot. My heart beats faster every time he’s near me. And now that I’m here by myself, my imagination’s starting to run free. Usually I try not to think about him this way.

  But why not now? No harm done. He’s too hot not to have had a lot of women and men dream about him when they’re alone. And naked. And getting way too buzzed on wine due to not having time to grab any dinner.

  I’ve never seen Jase dressed in anything other than suits. I’ve never really gone in for the business-type look on a man, but somehow he makes the suits he wears look pretty damn sexy.

  Every. Single. Time.

  I can’t help but imagine what he’d look like with his tie pulled loose around his neck. With his always-immaculate hair messy for once. Messy because I’m the one grabbing onto it as he’s on top of me. His jacket missing. His shirt open. Muscles flexing as he moves and his warm skin brushes over mine.

  I slide my fingers down my body. I’m covered in bubbles. Thinking about Jase like this isn’t going to help my ridiculous crush on him go away. I have to stop.

  Downing the last of my wine, I pull the plug. The air’s warm around me, but I hurry to grab a big towel. I pad barefoot down the carpeted hallway back to my room. It’s still way earlier than I’d normally go to sleep, but I set my towel on a chair and climb into bed anyway. If I could get the fire going, I’d curl up in front of it. A warm bed is the next best thing.

  At least the cabin’s warming up now. And since I’m not going to do anything tonight, I’ll have to get up early tomorrow and get to work. I deserve a night off.

  There’s a small TV in here. Grabbing the remote, I click through all the options but there’s nothing that catches my eye. I don’t want to read the book I brought along, not now. My thoughts keep drifting back to Jase.

  My hand trails down my body again. God, he’s just so damn sexy. His sparkling blue eyes. His lips.

  Oh, his lips.

  I can picture them easily when I close my eyes. I should have brought a vibrator, but no worries. My hands know what to do.

  It’s so easy to call up a fantasy about him. I’ve tried not to, but I couldn’t help but come up with one or two about him after we first met.

  Maybe three.

  Now they’re all combining together in my mind. He’s already naked, his body gorgeous as he undresses me. He’s touching me, his hands running all over my warm skin. In my mind, Jase knows what he’s doing. Knows a woman’s body and just what to do.

  My breathing’s loud now. I’m not holding back like I do even when I’m at home alone. The walls in my building are as thin as paper. There are certain things that I don’t want my neighbors to hear.

  But not out here. I’m alone and in the middle of nowhere. Completely free, for one night only. I let myself pant and even moan. Chad didn’t like it when I made sounds during sex. I got used to holding back because of him too.

  To hell with that now.

  Jase wouldn’t do that. Try to limit me in any way. Not him. Never.

  Fingers toying on my clit, I speed up my slow rhythm. My heart’s already pounding. My body’s on fire as I imagine Jase’s hand on my body instead of my own. His touch. His kiss. His cock, hard and ready. Replacing his long fingers. Sliding deep inside of me.

  Waves of pleasure crash over me. I catch myself holding back again but somehow I manage to let go. For once I’m as loud as I want to be when I come. I’m thrashing around too, blankets and sheets tangling around me. I push them away as my temperature rises. I’m too hot and I don’t want to be covered up. Not now.

  I ride my orgasm out as long as I can, gasping as the tremors shake me.

  Then I hear it. A sound that’s not coming from me, and I almost choke on my last cry when I open my eyes.

  There’s a man. Leaning in the doorway. Watching me.

  I can’t speak. I can’t move. What the fuck? He’s just standing there. His eyes are still on me. He doesn’t look threatening. In fact, he looks turned on. By me. I have to blink to see if I’m imagining it.

  I’m not.

  The last waves of pleasure are still flowing when I manage to get my limbs working again. Frantically I grab for the covers, pulling them up tightly to my neck.

  He’s still staring.

  I arch my eyebrow at him. “Who the hell are you?”

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