The Billionaires: The Bosses

by Calista Fox

  Rory chuckled.

  Christian snickered. “It might not be the penthouse suite, but my apartment is in one of the most prestigious buildings in Manhattan. Hardly a den.”

  “Ah,” she said with a small laugh. “You take offense to den but not iniquity.”

  “Not while Rory and I are mentally plotting how we’re going to make you come.”

  “Oh, Lord,” she muttered. Even mild flirting with these two got her juices flowing. She so was not in their league. But Bayli didn’t care. Not anymore.

  Especially not when she was wedged between them on the seat, on each side one of their legs pressing to the outside of hers. Christian draped an arm around her bare shoulders. Rory rested a hand on her thigh, a mere breath from the short hem. The partition separating them from the driver was up, and they had all the privacy they could possibly want. Yet Bayli buzzed with the knowledge that there was, indeed, someone else on the other side of that window. Someone who might know exactly what these three were up to.

  “I’d say we’re not the only ones mentally plotting,” Rory teased as his fingers swept lightly over her skin. Dipping between the gap in her legs to lazily whisk along her inner thigh. Heading north, under her dress.

  She didn’t stop him.

  Christian placed a hand on her other leg. Gave a titillating squeeze. Bayli sucked in a sharp slice of air.

  Rory’s warm, minty breath tickled the shell of her ear as he said, “So it’s not the food that has you trembling.”

  “I’ll admit that your culinary combinations sparked something inside me, but you both already know what really gets me hot.”

  “And wet,” Rory added as his fingertips grazed the thin satin covering the heart of her.

  On the other side of her, Christian’s lips skimmed along her neck. His hand on her thigh tugged gently so that she spread her legs. In doing so, her skirt hitched up.

  Rory languidly rubbed her clit through her thong while Christian kissed her throat. Bayli’s head fell back on the top of the seat and her eyelids fluttered closed. Her hands skated across the material of their suit pants, into their laps, and Bayli massaged their cocks. Rory’s fingers slipped beyond her thong and he stroked her clit more feverishly, instantly sending her arousal skyrocketing.

  Christian’s mouth sealed hers and he kissed her as erotic sensations began to build deep within her.

  But neither man seemed content with his current position. Christian broke their kiss and eased the hidden zipper of her dress down her side. He peeled away the structured bodice to bare her breasts. At the same time, Rory shifted and knelt on the floor before her. His fingers hooked in the thin strands at her hips and he stripped away the skimpy lingerie. Then his hands slid under her ass and he tilted her hips just so. A heartbeat later his mouth was on her.

  Bayli let out a small cry.

  Christian palmed one of her breasts and his thumb flicked over her puckered nipple, tightening it further. His tongue toyed with her other pebbled bead. One of her hands plowed through his hair. The other threaded through Rory’s as he licked her pussy.

  Bayli had never known such pleasure. It was all so different from anything she’d experienced with this duo separately. Because it was both of them—at the same time—pleasuring her. To have one tongue fervently fluttering over that swollen knot of nerves that seemed more sensitive this evening than ever before and another tongue flitting against her nipple … it was almost a bit overwhelming. But so glorious.

  One mouth suckled her clit. The other suckled the taut center of her breast.

  Rory’s finger eased inside her pussy and stroked with purpose. Christian’s fingers and thumb pinched and rolled the nipple his mouth wasn’t devouring.

  The wealth of sensations multiplied, intensified. Pushed her right to the edge.

  And they seemed to know it, wanted to get her off explosively.

  Rory moved slightly as he worked a second finger into her tight canal and fucked her assertively while Christian’s hand left her breast and he used the pads of two fingers to massage her clit with an equally aggressive touch. His tongue still teased her nipple; his mouth still suckled. Rory nipped at her inner thigh, making the flesh quiver.

  Bayli’s pulse hammered in her head. Her heart pounded. Whimpers fell from her parted lips. Her hips undulated and her inner muscles squeezed, taking everything both men gave her. Her fingers coiled tighter around the strands of hair she held.

  “Oh, God,” she moaned. “Yes. Make me come. Oh, God, please make me come.” Her lids drifted open and she watched them work in tandem to push her higher and higher. It was the sexiest damn thing she’d ever seen.

  Two men dedicated strictly to her pleasure. Both determined to set her off.

  Rory shifted once again, coming up on his knees so that he hovered above her, and kissed her passionately as he added a third finger to fuck her pussy. Nerve endings jumped and she clutched at his fingers as he deepened their kiss, and Christian hit just the right pace and pressure on that sensitive pearl between her legs to send her spiraling out of control. Everything erupted inside her. She ripped her mouth from Rory’s and cried out.

  Her head fell back again and he bit her neck as sheer ecstasy burned through her veins.

  Her body shook. Her pussy contracted around his fingers and she didn’t relinquish them, loving the feeling of being filled as she stole every ounce of pleasure from the fiery climax.

  And simply reveled in the nearness of Christian and Rory. Luxuriated in the way their entire focus had been on her.

  Thank God Jewel had not kept this forbidden romantic scenario a secret from her. Because Bayli knew she’d just tapped into the ultimate in sexual decadence!

  FIFTEEN

  Christian’s apartment was nothing short of spectacular, as Bayli had expected all along.

  She barely had a memory of her two lovers disentangling from her, zipping her up, sliding her thong into place, and pouring a brandy to share.

  The stroll through the enormous and opulent lobby was pretty much a blur, too. Inside the elevator, she’d stared at the shiny doors and thrilled over the reflection of the three of them, looking quite devilish. Then they’d stepped through the double entrance to Christian’s apartment and she’d taken in the wide-open, gorgeously decorated space with bulging eyes and a slack jaw.

  While Christian and Rory divested themselves of their jackets and cuff links and Christian fixed drinks, she wandered through the vast living room with its tall corner fireplace and all the plush furniture facing the floor-to-second-level windows that showcased Central Park. Sprawled right before them. From the south end to as far as the eye could see. Which was pretty damn far from this vantage point.

  As Christian lit the multiple fires and dimly set chandeliers, she passed through glass doors to the terrace. Rory followed closely behind.

  “He has a swimming pool,” she drolly commented. “Why am I not surprised?”

  “And a spa.”

  All sleek and stylish, with water features made of flat, polished obsidian stone, all artistically lit. Bayli stood at the railing and took in the scene once more.

  “Not too shabby, eh?” Rory said from beside her.

  “Your apartment is incredible, too. Remind me to never show you mine.”

  “Bayli.”

  “Shh.” She kissed him. It was meant to be a quick kiss, but of course Rory took charge of it. His arms slid around her waist and he hauled her up against him.

  Where Christian’s kisses were intense and all-consuming, Rory’s held the playful promise of wicked things to come, making her toes curl.

  When she finally pulled away, she breathlessly said, “I had a point to make.”

  He grinned deviously. “So did I.”

  Unraveling from him—and fanning her flushed face with a hand—she took a couple of steps back so that she didn’t fall into his embrace again.

  She told him, “This is all extremely nice,” gesturing toward the terrace and Christia
n’s apartment in general, “but it’s not the reason I’m here. Yes, I want to someday be someone and maybe have my own swimming pool, too. You know this about me already, and it’s one hundred percent true. I want more for myself than I’ve ever had—I’m sure that’s also how Christian felt from the time he was a kid. But … there’s something much more enticing and poignant about all of this that has nothing to do with material desires.”

  Rory crossed his arms over his chest. Cocked his head to the side. “Tell me.”

  “It’s like when you read a novel and the character has painted himself into a corner and, as the reader, you’re wondering how the hell he’ll ever free himself. How he’ll escape whatever drudgery or peril or cage he’s facing with no obvious route in sight or in mind. And then something mysterious happens—he discovers a secret or accidentally flips a switch that reveals a private passage through the walls or he finds a trapdoor. Whatever. And suddenly a slew of new opportunities are laid out before him. It’s a very heady sensation for the reader as much as for the character.”

  “You might be losing me on this one, babe.”

  She laughed softly. “Think about it. When I came to your restaurant it was because I needed a job. Would I have been content coming in three nights a week to seat people who’d look right through me—a nobody—because they’re more interested in seeing and being seen in a roomful of VIPs?”

  “Likely not. One of the reasons I didn’t hire you.”

  “Smart of you. But I faced a corner because you turned me away. Luckily, I had the gig at the fund-raiser with the opportunity to impress Christian. He was my trapdoor … Except.” She held up her finger as Rory started to speak. “Not in the way I’d anticipated. The show will be a fantastic break for me, and I’m eternally grateful for the chance to prove I can do this, for being chosen. But I got painted right back into the corner, because I came full circle with you.”

  “I’m your corner?”

  She grinned. “You’re my trapdoor, too.”

  “Why am I not getting that logic?”

  With another laugh, Bayli said, “Because I’m high on champagne and aphrodisiacs and a really amazing orgasm. But, Rory, what I’m telling you is that I was living in fear of not landing the hostess job—because I really need the steady paycheck. And while I was all tangled up in that fear, the two of you were already working out my escape route. And the truth is, I don’t care about this amazing view of Central Park. I mean, it is amazing … but my point is, for the first time in my life I’m understanding that what I want isn’t just about being special in the eyes of strangers. It’s about feeling special, and worthy, when I’m with people I care about. Who care about me.” She got a little teary-eyed, but Rory didn’t seem to mind.

  He brushed his fingers over her cheek. His breath blew against her temple as he said, “Beautiful Bayli. Sometimes you’re just too much in your head, honey.” His finger and thumb gingerly pinched her chin and lifted it so that she stared him in the eyes. “Christian and I aren’t your escape route. You’re ours. From the moment we saw you, even though it was separately, we both knew you were the answer to our problem with the show. And that we both wanted you. That you are what we both want.”

  His mouth claimed hers and he kissed her with the sort of hunger that always clawed at her when it came to Christian and Rory. She was instantly restless. Craved carnal pleasures she knew little about but was more than eager to learn. With them.

  Bayli unraveled Rory’s tie as the kiss went on and on. She shoved the buttons of his shirt through their holes. Yanked the hem from his pants. Then her hands splayed over his ridged abs and she got even hotter.

  Breaking the kiss, Rory took her by the hand and slowly backed into the apartment, his burning gaze still on her. She tried to breathe normally, but that proved impossible. They entered the living room, the atmosphere warm and inviting.

  Bayli gently pulled her hand from Rory’s and crossed to where Christian watched them, a sexy grin on his face.

  “What are you smiling at?” she asked before her lips swept over his.

  “The two of you. I was getting worried that you were arguing again. But … clearly not.”

  “Definitely not. Though don’t count on us to always be so well behaved with each other. He gets so easily agitated.”

  From behind her, Rory gave a half snort. Bayli laughed quietly.

  She told Christian, “He seems to think I have some complexities as well.”

  “Don’t we all?” Christian offered.

  “Indeed. Currently, yours is being too buttoned up.” She had him out of his tie and shirt in record time, then admired his chest and the long grooves of his obliques. Sighed dreamily. “You make me want to lick every single inch of you.”

  “Maybe we’ll get to that later. At the moment, I think you’re the one wearing too much clothing.”

  Rory was suddenly at her back. He slid the side zipper of her dress down its track, the slow zinging of metal filling the otherwise quiet room.

  Christian’s head dipped and he pulled her into one of his soul-stirring kisses that snagged her from reality. Meanwhile, Rory eased the silver material down her body and then knelt behind her. He dragged her thong away and palmed her ass, spreading her cheeks. His mouth was on her pussy in the next instant and she moaned into Christian’s mouth.

  Christian’s arm wound around her waist to hold her steady. His other hand cupped her breast and kneaded a bit roughly, insistently, as Rory tongued her clit and then her opening. He suckled her slit and then pressed his tongue inside.

  Bayli had to end her blazing kiss with Christian in order to suck in some much-needed oxygen. And because her entire being was on fire.

  She twisted slightly at the waist and combed her hand through Rory’s hair. Christian drew her puckered nipple into his mouth while Rory continued to lick her pussy. The compounded sensations were scintillating and had her deeply aroused again. And stepping further away from the restrictive confines of a conventional sexual relationship.

  When she was on the verge of coming, Rory stood. Her mind whirled. “Hey. I was about to come.”

  He gave her his cocky grin. “Not just yet,” he told her. “You weren’t begging for it.” He gave her a quick, sexy kiss.

  “Not verbally,” she complained. “But trust me, my body is screaming for another release.”

  “We’ll make it scream louder,” Christian assured her.

  And an entire Fourth of July full of fireworks went off inside her.

  Rory took her hand and led her across the room, toward the elevated entryway and curving staircase. But they didn’t make it that far. There was an ebony credenza that stretched along the short wall at the foyer and was partially tucked into a corner. Its purpose was primarily bar service, with fancy decanters and glasses set out. Along with a silver-plated ice bucket with a lid. Though a large portion of the surface was devoid of items.

  Christian stopped here and said, “This’ll do nicely.”

  “Care to elaborate?” Bayli asked.

  “You’ll enjoy what I have in mind.” He shot a look toward Rory. “What we have in mind.”

  “I can certainly improvise and make this work,” Rory said. And freed the fastenings of his pants.

  Bayli’s fingers were at Christian’s waist, loosening his belt, then unbuttoning and unzipping him. She shoved his pants and briefs down his legs while he toed off his shoes. She admired him as he stepped out of the clothing and his socks. His cock was rock-hard and his muscles were bunched.

  Oysters and lobster bisque be damned, Christian and Rory were the ultimate aphrodisiacs.

  She turned to Rory, who was naked as well. Her heart skipped some necessary beats.

  For a few suspended seconds, Bayli wasn’t the least bit sure what she should do. What she should do with these two men, to be exact.

  They were several steps ahead of her, though.

  Christian took her hand, garnering her attention. He perched himself o
n the edge of the credenza and she stood between the vee of his parted legs. He kissed her as he wrapped her fingers around his steel erection.

  Behind her, Rory lifted her leg and draped it over Christian’s thigh, opening her to them both. Rory’s fingers slid into her moisture and heat from behind. Christian’s rubbed her clit.

  It was nearly impossible to keep up their sizzling kiss and slowly pump his cock while he and Rory were sending her into that blissful state again.

  So Bayli decided to change things up. Take charge this time.

  She broke her kiss with Christian and released his cock from her tight fist. She grabbed Rory’s free hand and pulled it around her side, forcing him to coil his fingers around Christian’s throbbing dick.

  “Bayli,” both men said in unison. With the same distinct edge of oh, hell no! in their voices.

  “Do this for me,” she said. “So I can concentrate on what you’re doing to me. And, because … well, it’s making me absolutely crazy, Rory, to see your hand on Christian’s cock.”

  “This isn’t what we do,” Christian said in a strained voice.

  Her brow crooked. “But for me…?”

  Rory let out a low growl. “That’s a two-way street, honey.”

  Excitement rippled through her. When it really shouldn’t, since she knew exactly what flitted through Rory’s mind at that very moment.

  The ass reference. Though unspoken this time.

  She said, “Just give me this right now.” Because good Lord, it was riveting to watch Rory’s strong hand encircle Christian’s thick shaft. And pump heartily.

  Her mouth was all over Christian’s chest, her tongue fluttering over his small nipples, her teeth lightly nipping his flesh, her lips dragging along his smooth skin. All the while he rubbed her clit with a fervor that screamed payback. And she loved every second of it.

  Rory’s fingers withdrew from her and he grabbed a condom from the strip he’d set on the ledge of the divider wall. He was sheathed in seconds and his cock teased her opening for a few moments.