“In fact, I want nothing more than to repeat that night over and over.”
But…
“I can’t promise I won’t try to convince you how much I want it again.”
Where the heck was the but? But we work together…but it’s unprofessional…but it’s not a good idea. She kept waiting for that damn but. It never came.
“Why don’t we just pretend Saturday never, ever happened? I didn’t know it was you and you didn’t know it was me. It was a freak event and now it’s over.” That sounded reasonable enough, except he wasn’t nodding his head in agreement.
“I knew it was you, Penny. The second I saw you walk through the door in that clingy blue dress, your hair all soft and curled, I wanted you. Andrew wanted you. Don’t for a minute think what happened was an accident.”
Why did he have to look so damn good and why was he saying all the right things? How many times back in high school had she wished he’d say words like this to her? She would have been putty in his capable hands. But this wasn’t high school and now he was referring not only to her but Andrew as well.
“Okay, fine, it happened. Where do we go from here?” Part of her wanted an answer and the other part wanted to hide in a closet until Kale returned.
“As I see it, in the office we are professionals and can continue to act as such.”
The knots in her stomach eased. Good, just as she wanted things to go.
“But after hours, I can’t think of a single reason not to continue. Andrew loves the idea and so do I.”
Andrew loves the idea. She smiled then. Andrew was hot and he knew exactly how to touch a woman in all the right places. She was still a little sore when she sat down even two days later.
Seeing both men on a strictly casual level…could she do it? She didn’t know if she could trust that a sexual relationship without any sort of commitment wouldn’t shred her into a million pieces. Dante had broken her tender teenaged heart already. As an adult, was she willing to risk it happening again? Then there was Andrew to consider. The tall, blond god was an amazing lover. From the moment he asked her to dance she had been enthralled with his good looks and gentlemanly behavior.
When they’d entered the room at Deidre’s ball, he’d turned into another animal altogether. Her thighs tightened as she remembered the stinging slaps to her ass. Neither of the men were gentle lovers. They’d taken her to a place she hadn’t thought existed. A place of sensation and stark need. Now there were two of them wanting to continue a sexual relationship with her.
What would happen when it ended? Could she still work here and look Dante in the face every day? It was too bad Andrew didn’t make her heart flutter the way Dante did. The decision would be a lot easier if her sights were set solely on Andrew.
She hated being so confused by this. The other night, before she knew who her mystery lover was, she had wished she could experience all the sensations on a daily basis.
While they had touched her, covering her with their lips, tongues and hands, she’d been swept away in a tidal wave of need and desire that set her on fire.
She let out a deep breath and decided to stop lying to herself or making excuses for what she really wanted.
Why the hell not? She was a grown woman and enjoyed the sex. Why not indulge in an affair? There had to be boundaries though; she wasn’t about to get tangled up in a situation she couldn’t control. She certainly wasn’t going to lose herself to Dante Parker again. She was fifteen years older and there was Andrew. He was gorgeous, confident and a great lover. His presence alone would keep her from falling for Dante again. Dante had made it crystal clear that both men wanted to share her and she loved the idea of being showered with their touch.
“Okay.” She sat up a little straighter. She was ready to fulfill the fantasy of her teenage years and have awesome sex. “We need to lay some ground rules first.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Go ahead.”
“When this ends, I don’t want it coming back to haunt either of us. When it’s over, it has to be over.”
“Fine, when it’s over, it’s over.” He didn’t look very convincing and when she didn’t say anything else, he said, “I can have my lawyer draw something up that will protect us both if it would make you comfortable.”
It sounded insane, a binding document for when an affair ends. The whole scenario was crazy but Penny loved her job and her contact with Dante was limited when Kale was in the office.
“You seem sure this will be a short-lived venture.” His tone deepened. He sounded annoyed or at the very least insulted.
She merely shrugged. He was right. She didn’t think this was a forever kind of thing.
He stood and walked around the desk. “Did you enjoy your time with us the other night?”
Her face burned. “You couldn’t tell?”
He crossed his arms over his chest. “I meant with us being rough. Maybe a little rougher than you’re accustomed to.”
Hell yeah, she liked it rough. Her nipples were still sore, a wonderful reminder of an evening totally devoted to getting her off. “I liked it,” she whispered. Damn, the man had buried his head between her thighs just days ago. Why was she having trouble meeting his eyes?
“Good. Because the other night was only the beginning of the things I want to do with you. There’s one more thing I want to make clear. Andrew is just along for the ride. He isn’t going to be invested in this in any other way than sexually.”
“Isn’t that what we’re all about? Hot sex?”
He gripped the arms of her chair. His face closed in on hers. “Baby, I want you. After one taste of you, it’s all I can think of. He and I do share, but in the end you’re mine.”
It took her a second to digest exactly what he meant. He wanted her with or without Andrew. Was she prepared for what might happen? When faced with the prospect of both men, she could focus on only pleasure. She shivered as his hot breath crossed her cheek. Who the hell was she kidding? She wanted this man with or without his partner in crime.
“What’s it going to be, Penny?”
She chanced a look into his dark eyes and was lost. “Yes.” One simple word that would change her life forever.
His breath skimmed across her mouth. “Shall we seal it with a kiss?”
She held up her hand. “Not in the office, remember.”
He frowned as he straightened. “As you wish. Be ready tonight at seven. My car will pick you up at your house.”
Chapter Three
The chauffeur opened the limo door and helped her in. Dante was seated across from her.
“Where’s Andrew?” She had expected to see the other man.
“We’ll pick him up on the way to the restaurant.”
Relief rushed through her. The thought of spending time alone with Dante was an uncomfortable one. Not because she didn’t trust him but because he called to her on an entirely different level than Andrew did. The other man was pure sex on two legs but she knew barely anything about him. Dante was different. She was drawn to him deep in her bones. He made her hot, hungry and wet. All she wanted was for him to put the fire out before she burnt up.
“Spread your legs, Penny.” Dante’s stark command pulled her out of her thoughts.
“Huh?”
“You heard me the first time. Pull up your dress and spread your thighs.”
“Are you serious?”
Giving her a wicked grin, he placed his hands behind his head. “I’m not going to touch you. I want you to pull up your dress and spread your thighs. I want a peek of that sweet pussy of yours.”
Her skin prickled. Her blood began to boil yet still she hesitated. She didn’t quite understand why she’d frozen.
“Now, baby. I want to see what I tasted. Or do I need to spank you into compliance?”
She wished he would, desperate as she was just to have him touch her again. All afternoon she’d thought of nothing but his strong, perfectly sculpted mouth and what he could do with it.
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Her fingers shook as she reached for the hem. She moved the soft fabric up her calves, over her knees and to the tops of her thighs.
“Open your knees and keep them that way.”
Her pale-pink panties were soaked but she didn’t give a damn. She’d always wanted a lover to take control and push her out of her comfort zone and that was exactly what Dante was doing.
She planted her feet wide and he turned the interior lights on.
“Scoot your ass to the edge of the seat. I want to see more.”
Doing as he asked, she leaned back, thrusting her pelvis out.
“Take off your panties.”
She stared at him but he merely shook his head.
“Take off the damn panties, Penny.”
She’d never been as powerful as she was in that moment. He was as turned on as she was. Her eyes traveled down his body to where his hard-on tented the front of his designer pants.
If he wanted a show then she was going to give him one. Walking her fingers over the front of her silky, soaked panties, she played with the material.
His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. She hooked her thumbs in the elastic waist of the scrap of silk and pulled it off.
“Give them to me,” he demanded. His lips barely moved. Smiling, she dropped the garment into his palm. He stuffed the panties into his jacket and sat back.
The cool air rushing between her legs did nothing to control the heat running through her. She felt naughty, sitting with her panties off in the back of a limo, with Dante staring at her. His cock must have been giving him trouble by the way he kept moving his legs, trying to find a comfortable position.
Dante watched as she spread her creamy white thighs apart again. Her silk panties were wet and now belonged to him. What had started out as a fun little teaser was turning into more than he’d imagined.
Her pussy was slick and he remembered the honeyed taste of her lower lips. He wanted more of her, wanted to bury himself so damn deep inside her that she screamed his name.
Her small hands moved tentatively toward the top of her thigh and he changed his position again, watching as her fingers danced closer to her wet folds. She was teasing him, trying to elicit some kind of reaction.
He sat back, challenging her to continue. He loved it, loved her for behaving in such a brazen fashion. She didn’t know what she was asking for. Before the night was over, Dante was going to punish her for teasing him.
She didn’t disappoint. Her finger skimmed over her outer labia, making lazy circles before daring to go farther. Dante was a well-seasoned lover but he’d never witnessed anything as sensual as Penny stroking her pussy.
“More,” he grunted. She opened herself and his dick jumped. She was so pink and ripe and he was more than ready to fill her, but he held still, wanting her to continue.
“Like this?” she asked, her first finger tracing her clit.
“Oh yeah, just like that.”
Her head fell back as she worked her clit. He forced himself to remain where he was as two fingers disappeared inside her pussy. She began a shallow thrusting motion. Dante covered his hard-on, squeezing it through his pants. Fuck, he wanted her. Right now!
“Stop.” He swallowed hard, his voice louder than he’d intended.
Looking confused, she withdrew her fingers. “What’s wrong?”
“God, nothing. If you don’t stop I’m going to come in my fucking pants.”
When the car came to a stop, someone jerked the door open. “Starting without me?” Andrew slid inside and shut the door behind him. He leaned over and kissed Penny soundly on the lips. “What did I miss?”
“Penny was just showing me what I couldn’t see before in the dark.”
His best friend laughed. “Yes, but you got to taste her.” He grabbed her. “Now I’d like a turn. Look what we have here. Sweets, have you been touching yourself?” Pulling her fingers into his mouth, he sucked them deep. “Dante, she is truly delectable. I don’t know how I’ll make it through dinner.” He laced his fingers through hers. “We’d better hurry up and eat. I’m not sure how much longer I want to wait to get you under me.”
Dante couldn’t agree more, although the sight of Andrew’s fingers curled around Penny’s annoyed him. He admonished himself for being so damn ridiculous. He wanted to share her, show her the kind of pleasure having two men would give her. It was always intense, always satisfying.
He boiled his mood down to the fact he’d been working sixty hours a week for months now and the only satisfaction he’d found lately was whenever he was near her.
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“I swear, we were so drunk we both woke up in the fountain in nothing but our green-and-white football jerseys, with pom-poms floating around us.”
Penny was laughing so hard tears were rolling down her face.
The men had spent the entire evening one-upping each other with embarrassing stories about their wild youth. Best friends since college, they’d done everything together. There was true affection between these men and their antics made her smile.
Dante was never so carefree, so full of life, at work. As CEO of the company, he carried an enormous amount of responsibility, so he was nothing but serious. It was nice to see a more relaxed and down-to-earth man.
There was no comparison between who he was now and who he’d been as a teenager. Still, there were glimmers of the younger Dante—a glint in his dark-brown eyes, the dimple in his cheek when he laughed. He’d never once mentioned his high school days and for some reason it stung a little.
When they turned the tables on her and began to question her background, she tried her best to steer the conversation back to them and their antics.
“Don’t try to get out of telling us about yourself.” Andrew looked to Dante. “Can you believe it? A woman who doesn’t want to tell us anything?”
“Quite unusual.”
She took another sip of wine. The liquid warmed her belly and she’d had just enough to loosen her tongue. “It’s not very exciting. I graduated high school and began working. My parents couldn’t afford to send me to college and I never seemed to make enough money to pay for it. I met Kale ten years ago at a coffee shop I was working in.”
Penny would never forget the day the tall, willowy blonde came through the door as if she owned the place. “Most of the employees ran the moment she came, but I liked her. She was so self-assured and we hit it off immediately. After a few months, she offered me a job as her assistant.”
Another sip of wine, another wave of heat to her belly. “Eventually she loaned me money to go to school at night and I got my business degree and paid her back, though she refused the interest. I owe her everything.”
“Kale, my assistant?” For the first time that evening, Dante appeared almost speechless.
“Yes, Kale, but you must promise never to tell her. She’d kill me if anyone ever knew how generous she really is. She’s always telling me it’s a man’s world and that you have to be twice as hard as they are in order to be taken seriously.”
“She does have a keen sense when it comes to business,” Dante murmured.
“And great taste. She found our girl here.”
Normally Penny would have blushed from the compliment, but with three glasses of wine and a great meal in her tummy, her mind had wandered on to other things, mainly the two men sitting on either side of her. She’d had enough teasing for one evening and no longer wanted to talk about the past.
Her drenched pussy yearned to be stretched and to take all it could handle.
“I think it’s time to leave.” Andrew stood and helped her out of her seat.
Dante stuffed several bills into the leather case left by their server. “I couldn’t agree more.”
Chapter Four
Andrew opened the door to his condo, then led Penny into the living room as Dante shut the door behind them. He walked to the bar and poured them each a stiff shot. The mood in the limo had simmered with sexual h
eat but there was also an underlying tension Penny couldn’t name. She wanted both these men, though for different reasons.
Tonight wasn’t the night to figure out exactly what she really wanted. No, tonight was about pleasure and being taken to heights she’d only had a taste of during the Valentine’s Day Ball.
They knocked back the smoky liquor and she smiled as the drink warmed her skin. Andrew beckoned them to follow him to the bedroom. She winced slightly as he turned on a small lamp. Having sex in the dark was always easy. All the little lumps and bumps seemed to disappear; lucky for her she’d had just enough alcohol that her nerves weren’t going to get the best of her.
The blond swept her up in his arms, kissing her lips, neck and shoulders. His lips were truly gifted as they wandered along the front of her. She held on to his arms to keep from falling. Dante stripped off his clothes and she shivered. She was so ready, she wasn’t sure she could stand much longer.
Dante pulled her dress over her head and removed her bra. “Put your hands on your head.” She turned to look at him. He was gloriously naked, with a long, black silk scarf in his hands. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”
She did as he’d instructed. He wrapped the silk around both wrists, tying them snugly. Dante turned her into his embrace and she melted against him.
He sipped from her lips. She kissed him back, running her tongue along his. He tasted like peppermint and scotch and it was intoxicating. He moved her backward until her calves hit the bed. She felt as if she were floating to the mattress, but in truth Dante led her down gently, bracing her neck.
His dark eyes were hooded and she couldn’t look away as he hovered over her, feathering kisses along her collarbone and down her naked chest. She hissed as his mouth latched on to her nipple.
The bed dipped, indicating Andrew had finally come to play. He joined Dante, tonguing her other breast, and she cried out, desperate to thread her fingers through both blond and dark hair, yet unable to do so. She felt like a goddess as both men worshipped her.
Dante left her chest and knelt next to her head. She licked her lips as his erection touched her cheek. She smiled shyly as he stroked it. A tiny bead of clear liquid pebbled on the tip of his cock and set her on fire—she had to taste him.
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