by Parker Grey
I can’t even answer. No one’s ever talked to me that way before — not even close — but my God, I think I like it. It sends a spike of heat downward through my body like I’ve never felt.
Kade bends over me, his lips on my neck, both hands now down my shirt doing incredible things to my nipples.
“And when he’s finished, I’m going to make you come again,” he says, voice rough with need. “First I’m going to watch you come for me and then I’m going to have you myself, peach.”
I open my mouth to answer him, but instead he captures it again, his tongue against mine before I can think, at the same time that Lawson’s fingers brush my soaking wet lips, his breath hot on me.
I moan into Kade’s mouth. I try to do it quietly, but I don’t think I succeed because he pulls back just enough to look me in the eye.
“Try not to make too much noise,” he murmurs. “You don’t want to attract any attention, do you?”
At that moment something warm and supple snakes between my lower lips and I can’t answer Kade, I can only groan helplessly as Lawson’s tongue makes its way up me, from my pussy to my clit, where he laps at me in slow, perfect circles.
“Oh,” I whisper as my whole body goes weak. I feel like a leaf falling from a tree, but Kade is there to catch me, supporting my body with his thick, muscled frame.
His hands are still down my shirt, my bra lifted over my breasts even though it’s still secured around me as he pinches and rolls my nipples, softly then hard, then softly again. Lawson is licking me in long, slow, sensuous licks, like he wants to enjoy me slowly, taste everything that I’ve got to offer.
“He’s busy right now, so it’s up to me to tell you what we’re going to do to you, peach,” Kade murmurs into my ear, the sensation making me catch my breath, my nipples going even harder.
Lawson laps at my clit a little faster, one finger delving between my lips, teasing at the entrance to my pussy.
I whimper in pleasure.
“Right now he’s going to lick you until your legs shake and I have to cover your mouth so you don’t scream his name,” he goes on. “We can’t have you letting everyone know that you’re with both your bosses in the conference room, can we?”
I mean to whisper no, we can’t, but it just comes out as a quiet moan.
“Then it’s my turn to taste your sweet honey, peach,” he says. “I’m dying to feel you come with my tongue in your pussy.”
Lawson’s licking me faster and faster, his expert tongue driving me ruthlessly toward the edge as his finger pushes inside my virgin entrance, and I gasp.
In my ear, Kade chuckles.
“That’s just the beginning, peach,” he whispers. “The moment we get you back to our hotel room, we’re going to take you properly. Don’t worry, I promise it won’t hurt. Just the opposite, in fact.”
Now I’ve got one hand on Lawson’s head, closed around his hair as he pushes my thighs apart, licking me furiously as he adds a second finger, crooking them both inside me and rubbing a pleasure spot inside my pussy that I didn’t even know I had.
My back arches and I gasp loudly. Too loudly, because Kade pinches my nipples even harder but whispers in my ear again.
“Shh,” he says, his voice low and teasing. “Peach, I haven’t even told you how we’re going to take turns fucking your tight little pussy and seeing who can make you come the hardest.”
I bite my lip, groaning as Lawson’s tongue doesn’t stop. I’m right at the edge, ready to go over, both of my bosses playing my body expertly at once.
“You like the sound of that, don’t you, peach?” he goes on as I writhe in his arms. “We’re also going to share you, peach. Not tonight, but soon.”
He kisses my neck, Lawson still lapping harder, faster, his fingers moving inside me.
“Share me?” I manage to squeak out, my voice barely a whisper.
He chuckles just as Lawson puts his lips around my clit and suddenly sucks. I nearly scream with pleasure, and in the nick of time, Kade puts one thick hand over my mouth, saving us.
“We’re going to fuck you together,” he whispers. “He’s going to take your sweet little pussy and I’m going to fuck your tight little asshole.”
I come.
I come so hard I bite Kade’s finger as he presses his hand into my mouth to keep me from shouting and revealing what we’re doing to everyone, because I feel like I’ve been hit by a rocket from outer space. Every muscle in my body tenses and jerks at once as I explode into a thousand little pieces, practically leaving my body behind.
Kade’s whispering something else dirty in my ear but I can’t even hear it. There are lights flashing in front of my eyes and I’ve got both hands knotted in Lawson’s hair, pressing his face into me as hard as I possibly can.
The wave breaks over me again and again, far better and more intense than any solo orgasm I’ve ever had. My bosses just keep going, coaxing me on and up to newer heights until at last, I can’t come any more.
I slacken my grip on Lawson’s hair, slump in Kade’s embrace. He finally takes his hand off my mouth though he’s still supporting me from behind, taking me in his arms and kissing me on the temple, right by my ear.
“That was beautiful,” he whispers. “The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
Lawson pulls back, licking his fingers again as he removes them from me, dropping kisses on my inner thighs as he sits back, watching me.
“I’ve thought about that since the moment I saw you,” he says, still licking his lips, his voice husky. “It was even better than I thought it’d be.”
“You’re not finished, are you, peach?” Kade asks me, as he slowly helps me sit up. “We’re not finished yet. Don’t you think it’s unfair that he gets to taste you and I don’t?”
Together, they pull me to standing, and Kade gets off the conference table behind me, giving me a long, lingering kiss before he does. Suddenly I’m sandwiched between them again, my leggings still around my ankles, as Kade’s fingers explore me, sliding between my lips, just barely dipping inside as I moan into Lawson’s mouth as he claims me.
Hands move over my body again, and I don’t even know which man they belong to as they explore me with abandon, teasing my nipples, circling my clit as Kade pushes his fingers deeper yet.
Suddenly he pulls them out and I gasp in disappointment, only for him to move slowly, surely, to my puckered back hole.
My eyes go wide in surprise. I’m a virgin, and definitely not a technical virgin — the thought of someone touching that hole has barely ever occurred to me before, it’s so filthy and forbidden.
But Kade groans into my ear, and I can feel his thick cock get even harder through his pants, and I feel my surprise waver, my eyes drifting shut.
It feels good, just to have his finger there, lightly circling it. It feels dirty and wrong — especially for my boss to be doing it, oh my God — but good anyway.
“Kade,” I whisper as he keeps going, Lawson’s lips now on my neck. “Oh, God, don’t stop…”
But instead, both men suddenly stop moving. They go perfectly still in unison, and the only sound is suddenly my own breathing, ragged panting for breath.
“Was that—" Lawson says, his head snapping up before he can finish his sentence.
“It was,” Kade finishes for him. “Better get dressed, peach.”
I’m still dazed, my mind hazy from what just happened. But both men give me a quick kiss before Lawson pulls my leggings back up. I run one hand through my hair, still not sure what just happened — suddenly they’re both professional as can be, picking up their briefcases and file folders, shoving my notepad into my hands — when the door opens.
Oh, shit. We’re caught, we’re definitely caught, totally busted because there’s absolutely no way that anyone could open that door right now and not instantly know—
“Oh, sorry,” says the woman who opened the door, a secretary of some kind with a generous figure and her blonde hair piled hig
h in a bun. “I thought you’d left already.”
I hold my breath, expecting her to do or say something that indicates she knows what just happened, but she doesn’t.
“Just finishing up some unrelated business,” Lawson says with a big, friendly smile, turning on the charm.
Chapter Fourteen
Lawson
The woman with the bun purses her lips, her hand still on the doorknob of the heavy wooden door. I keep smiling, because even though the scent of sex is heavy in the air — and heavy on me as well, if she comes one step closer — I’ve never met a secretary I couldn’t charm at least a little.
“We’ll be out in just a moment,” Kade says from somewhere behind me, his voice characteristically gruff and muted.
Jenna doesn’t say anything. I don’t dare look back at her right now, because I’m sure she looks like a deer caught in the headlights.
The secretary with the bun frowns.
“We do need this room within the next quarter hour,” she says sternly, her accent brisk.
“Of course,” I say. “Thank you so much for your patience.”
She gives us all one good, long look, and it’s the first time I get nervous. DiMaggio Holdings is a huge client, and if they were to find out what we were just doing in there they’d drop us in half a second, best lawyers in the business or not.
But instead she gives us a little shrug, turns, and lets the door shut behind her. Jenna lets out a huge sigh of relief, and when I turn, Kade’s got an arm around her, a faint smile on his face even though Jenna looks like she’s just escaped a bear attack.
“Rude of her to not say goodbye, don’t you think?” I ask, trying to lighten the mood.
Jenna just swallows hard and tries to smile.
“That was really close,” she says.
“I told you he could charm the spots off a leopard,” Kade says.
He leans in to kiss her, briefly, and even though I’m right here, for half a moment my stomach swirls with jealousy.
I walk over, put my arm around her, and kiss her as well. Even now, knowing what could happen, my strongest urge is to yank down her leggings again and let her ride me in one of these leather executive chairs.
But I don’t. For once, I behave myself.
“Come on,” I say. “We’ve got that dinner in an hour and I think we all ought to shower, hm?”
Kade grins. Jenna looks down blushing, and as we leave the offices I’m fighting an erection at the thought of her, wet and slippery while we fuck.
But at the hotel, I keep behaving myself because I know how important this stupid dinner is, and I know what’s going to happen afterward. So we all shower alone, and I put on the suit that the hotel’s already pressed for me before heading downstairs to call a car.
Kade’s already there — the man showers, shaves, and gets ready with military timing and precision, and I’ve never known him to be a minute late to anything, and while we’re both standing in the lobby, trying to remember the names of the people we’re about to see, the elevator doors open and Jenna walks out.
We both stop mid-sentence and stare. My mouth goes dry and my cock springs to life as she walks toward us, hips swaying slightly in her heels.
“Let’s cancel the dinner,” Kade growls quietly so no one but me can hear. “Tell them we got the Black Death. They still got that here?”
I don’t respond, just swallow hard. There’s absolutely nothing that I want more than exactly that: forget dinner, and take Jenna right back upstairs.
It isn’t as if she’s wearing anything risqué or outwardly sexy: just a simple black dress that hugs her curves tastefully and ends just below her knee with heels, her long strawberry-blonde hair pinned up in a low bun. She’s got bright red lipstick on her perfect, pillowy lips, and as she sees us staring, she blushes and worries her bottom lip between her teeth.
I growl softly, a sound no one but Kade can possibly hear, but I can’t help it. When she does that, the only thing I can think about is those perfect, plush red lips wrapped around my cock as she looks up at me with her wide, innocent eyes, her mouth slowly engulfing my shaft as she moans slightly—
“We’re all ready?” Jenna asks, her eyes flicking from me to Kade and back.
I blink, quickly coming back to reality and cursing myself for getting lost in fantasy like that.
Not now, Lawson, I remind myself. Three hours.
Be a lawyer for three damn hours and then she’s yours.
“Of course,” I say, still staring at her. Next to me, Kade is silent, but I know she can feel us undressing her with our eyes.
Even if I’d much, much rather be undressing her with my hands.
“Let’s get this over with,” Kade mutters, and turns for the lobby doors. Jenna quirks one eyebrow at me, not quite sure how to take this, so I smile gallantly at her and offer my arm.
“Forgive my friend, he’s impatient,” I joke.
“Oh?” she asks.
I glance around. It doesn’t seem like anyone is watching us — and it’s certainly not like any of our co-workers are here — so I bend down, put my lips to her ear for a moment.
“He’d much rather be having dessert first, peach,” I murmur.
She glances up at me, her eyes round as another blush creeps onto her cheeks.
“You’re dessert,” I clarify in a whisper.
“I thought that might be the case,” she says softly. “Let’s get this dinner over with, then?”
I open the door for her and she steps through. Kade is there, phone out, standing on the curb as a limousine pulls up.
“That’s us,” he gruffs.
Chapter Fifteen
Kade
Usually, I like the fancy dinners our clients insist on. Hell, they’re practically the only way I’ve been to the best restaurants in every city around the globe — if someone didn’t force me to go, I’d probably spend all my time working, with the brief, occasional woman on the side.
And frankly, that’s fine with me. I like working. I like my career, I like arguing in courtrooms, and I really like the power, prestige, and especially the money that comes with it.
Then I watched Jenna’s perfect ass as she got into the limo, and absolutely none of that mattered.
I know I’ve got to go to this stupid dinner, because these men are paying us millions of dollars to make their claims in court, but it takes every ounce of self-control I have not to grab Jenna and drag her back to my hotel room, caveman-style.
Even though her outfit is perfectly businesslike and demure, somehow that only makes me want her more — knowing what my sweet peach is hiding beneath that facade.
Inside the limo, we share the back seat while Lawson sits opposite us. Jenna glances out the window, swallowing as she bites her lip.
Quickly, I check to make sure the partition’s up, and I lean over to her ear as the limo pulls out of the hotel driveway.
“Make me a bet,” I say, drawing my arm around her.
Jenna laughs quickly, glancing at Lawson and then me, a flush creeping down her neck. She tugs nervously at the hem of her dress, like she’s trying to get it to cover her knees.
Lawson takes her hand, pushes it back up her thigh, and her laugh turns to a gasp of lust.
“What’s the bet?” she whispers.
“The driver can’t hear us, you know,” Lawson says, voice friendly as ever, nodding at the partition. “Unless you get really loud.”
He winks at her, and Jenna swallows, her fingers twisting in the hem of her dress.
“Why would I do that?” she teases.
“Take the bet and find out,” I say, cock already straining against my pants. Holy fuck this dinner is going to be difficult.
Maybe if I just focus on how many chins our host has, or whether my filet mignon is properly medium-rare or not. Maybe then I can get this night over with and not make a complete ass of myself.
“You haven’t told me what the bet is,” she points out, tilting he
r head to one side.
“I bet I can make you come without taking your panties off,” I tell her.
I slide my tongue along the outer shell of her ear, just for fun. Jenna gasps and I can feel the shudder that runs through her body.
“Come on, peach,” I continue. “What were you expecting me to say? It sure as hell wasn’t about intellectual property law.”
She looks at me, eyes dark with lust. I have no idea how far away this fancy restaurant is, but I hope it’s in fucking Scotland and we’re driving all the way there tonight.
Jenna puts one hand on my knee, her fingers warm and light through my pants. I thought I was hard already, but now my cock swells even more.
Jesus, this girl.
“And if you don’t?” she murmurs.
“Then I have to make you come twice after dinner,” I say.
Lawson’s sitting on the bench seat opposite us, just watching, the outline of his cock obvious through his pants, his eyes glued to Jenna.
Good. Let him watch.
I put my hand under the hem of her skirt and slide it up her inner thigh, marveling at her soft skin under my fingers. Jenna’s eyes go to half-mast and she exhales softly, looking up at me.
“You haven’t taken the bet yet,” I point out.
She clears her throat softly, obviously trying to focus.
“And if you win?” she asks softly.
“Then I get to make you come twice after dinner.”
Lust hazes over her eyes, but she smiles a slight smile anyway.
“Sounds win-win,” she says, her voice already breathy. “I accept.”
“Good girl,” I growl, and skim my fingers upward until I find the warm fabric of her panties, stroking my fingers along her.
She’s already soaking wet, and as I faintly trace the outline of her lips through the thin cotton, Jenna moans quietly, dropping her head back against the seat of the limo and widening her knees just a bit.
Lawson’s gaze is glued to the spot between her legs, even though he’s sprawled casually along the seat opposite us.