Desk Job (London Menage Book 2)

by Lily Harlem

  “You’re amazing, you know that, so damn responsive.”

  “More.” I gasped.

  “More coming up.” He shifted, then sank onto the chair behind him, his face level with my pussy. “Your legs, on my shoulders.”

  I didn’t have to comply because he lifted my legs and rested them over his shoulders so my thighs were against his ears. My dress was around my waist, my stockinged legs dangling down his back.

  I set my hands behind myself and locked my elbows. “Tristan.”

  “Just keep it quiet,” he said, pulling my panties aside. “Really quiet.”

  I nodded and watched as he pushed his face against my pussy. He stroked his tongue over my clit and resumed working me with his fingers, pushing in and out.

  “Oh…” I clamped my mouth shut, staring at the locked door. “Tristan.”

  He didn’t answer. Instead he continued to work me, building up the pressure in my pelvis. I squirmed against the files and clamped my legs against his ears.

  This was so hot, so forbidden. I was going to come on my boss’ desk, his head between my legs.

  “Fuck,” I murmured. “Please, more.” I lifted one hand to hold his head, feeling the movements of his neck added speed to my climb to orgasm.

  Then it was there. A big glut of pleasure waiting to overspill.

  I froze. Held my breath. Curled my toes in my sandals until they nearly cramped up.

  Bliss consumed me. I rode against his face. Sank onto his fingers. Darts of ecstasy shot around my body and I shut my eyes to enjoy the moment of exquisite pleasure.

  He stayed with me, sought out every last ounce of climax.

  I thought I’d been silent but I couldn’t be sure when I opened my mouth to drag in air.

  He raised his head and looked up at me. His mouth and chin shiny with my moisture. “Shh…” He grinned.

  “I was, wasn’t I?” I whispered.

  “Just about.” He withdrew his fingers, settled my knickers into place, then stood. “Not that I wanted utter silence, the little squeaks you make when you orgasm are delightful.”

  “I do not squeak.” I gripped the lapels of his jacket, needing his strength. I felt weak, a post-climax slumber coming over me. “Do I?”

  “A little bit.” He pulled me against him, my legs at either side of his hips. “It’s cute.”

  I settled my face against his neck, it was rough with stubble.

  Knock. Knock.

  The door handle rattled as someone tried to get in.

  “Shit,” he muttered, pulling back. “Are you all right?”

  “Yes.” I pushed off the desk. Landing on my feet was okay but my knees were wobbly.

  Tristan pushed his hand through his hair, flattening it on the crown where I’d mussed it up. “Is that it?”

  I glanced at his hair. “Yes.” I snapped my cardigan straight, and checked my skirt wasn’t ruffled.

  “Hang on,” Tristan called, giving my appearance the once over, then setting the Subway that had landed on the floor onto the desk.

  “Will I do?”

  “Perfectly.” He grinned but there was a tinge of apprehension in the shape of his lips.

  He walked to the door, flicked the lock and pulled it open.

  “Tristan.” Andre stepped into the room, he was full of briskness and efficiency. “I was looking for Stella, and you actually, and…” He halted when he saw me. “Ah, there you are.” His eyes narrowed, his usual cheery smiled dropped and his brow furrowed. “What’s going on?” He looked between us.

  “Nothing,” Tristan snapped.

  “Yes, there is. The door was locked.” He tipped his head up, nose in the air. “And it smells of sex in here.”

  “So what if it does?” Tristan said, heading back behind his desk. “We’ve missed each other.” He sat heavily and stared at his computer screen as though implying that was the end of the conversation.

  “Fucking hell.” Andre shut the door. “What do you think you’re playing at? You can’t do that here for crying out loud. What will the staff think? It’s hardly a professional example.”

  “My office, my company, my woman.” Tristan huffed and tapped his keyboard with his index finger.

  “Our office, our company, our woman.” Andre stalked to Tristan’s desk and banged his fist on it. A pot of pens bounced. “Don’t forget that.”

  “I haven’t.” Tristan scowled up at him.

  “Hey,” I said. “Don’t talk about me as though I’m not here.” I put my hands on my hips.

  They both looked at me.

  The blackness in Tristan’s eyes deepened.

  Andre shook his head. “It’s not like that. We know you’re here, but…”

  “But the office is off limits,” I said. “Is that it?”

  “Yes.” Andre folded his arms over his chest, crunching up his smart suit jacket. “Off limits.”

  “Your rules, Andre,” Tristan said firmly. “Not mine.”

  “Our rules.” Andre unfolded his arms and spread them out, palms up. “We agreed.”

  “You agreed?” I said, “you both agreed not to have sex with me in the office? Where was I when this discussion was going on? Shouldn’t I have been part of it?”

  Tristan looked away.

  Andre dropped his hands. “It wasn’t about you specifically.”

  “Oh, like that makes me feel better.” I huffed.

  “It was about relationships, in the office,” Tristan said, “We had, at one point, agreed not to get involved with employees.”

  “Then you came into our lives.” Andre’s face softened, the gentle expression I’d come to adore seeped back. “And we couldn’t help ourselves but fall for you. But we have to have limits.” He stepped up to Tristan and placed his hand on his shoulder. “Don’t we, Trist?”

  Tristan sat back in his chair, his attention leaving his computer screen—not that I thought it had really been on it. “Limits.” He looked up at Andre.

  “Yes. Stella isn’t ready to tell the world she has two men at her beck and call, two men in love with her, let alone ready to tell the office she’s involved with us both. She’s still finding her feet here.”

  In love with me?

  I shifted from one foot to the other, my toes ached a little from where I’d curled them so hard in my shoes a few minutes earlier. Andre was right, of course. I would be mortified if any of the staff knew what Tristan and I had just done on his desk, or even worse, that Andre had fucked my ass only a few days ago. “He’s right.”

  “What?” Tristan said to me.

  “We shouldn’t have. It felt good, more than good.” I sighed. “But we should keep work at work and enjoy each other when we have more privacy.” I nodded at the door. “Imagine if that hadn’t been Andre.”

  “Exactly,” Andre said.

  Tristan blew out a breath. “Yeah, I guess.”

  “So we’re good on that?” Andre asked.

  “I’ll try and be good,” Tristan said, one side of his mouth tilting. “But it’s pretty damn hard when she’s around.”

  “I know.” Andre took my hand. “So why don’t we knock off work early. Say six.”

  “Six isn’t early?” I laughed, though the idea of not being in the office until later certainly appealed.

  “I’m voting for a half day.” Tristan looked at his watch. “Four?”

  “Four?” Andre said. He looked surprised for a moment then, “Yeah, four it is. We’ll go back to mine, all of us.” He gave my fingers a squeeze. “Is that okay with you?”

  “Well, if that’s what you want, boss, who am I to argue?” A surge of excitement went through me. The way they looked at me, desired me, it was the stuff of dreams.

  I leaned forward and dropped my hand from Andre’s. The urge to kiss him, hold him, overwhelmed me.

  “Ah, there you are, Andre, Tristan I have the final images for the Gent presentation.” James strode into the room.

  I stepped back, reaching for the files on th
e desk as I moved. My heart fluttered and I pressed my lips together.

  Fuck.

  “Ah great.” Tristan stood. “We’ll look at them now.”

  James nodded and flicked open his folder. “Great. I’m really pleased with them, and I hope you will be too.”

  “We’ll catch up with you later, Stella,” Andre said, a glint in his eye.

  “Yes… Okay.”

  I walked from the room feeling a little giddy from my recent orgasm and the thought of what was coming later. Would tonight be the night? Would I take both of my men at the same time?

  I hoped so. I’d been able to think of little else since Andre had suggested it. The act felt like the ultimate way to be close to them.

  Chapter Eighteen

  The afternoon dragged, despite the fact I was busy. Andre’s Canary Warf meeting had been cut short which was why he’d come back to the office, and with him around as well as Tristan, I had extra duties.

  But fortunately, four o’clock did arrive, and I set about packing up.

  “You off early?” Jenny asked, walking up to my desk.

  “Yes. I have some errands to run.” And a bed to climb into with the two sexy men who owned this company.

  “Oh, okay, but what about the—?”

  “Ah, Jenny,” Andre said, stepping out of his office and pulling on his suit jacket. “Would you be so kind as to chase up Daltons? We’re supposed to be finalizing packaging details next week.” He glanced at his watch. “And the sooner the better, I know how they like to knock off early.” He rolled his eyes. “And it’s four now.”

  Jenny glanced at her own watch. “Of course, and you’re right, they do disappear earlier than they should.” She turned and hurried away.

  “Thanks,” I said.

  “It’s none of her business what time you go home, not least because I’m quite sure you’ve been working more hours than you’ve been paid to since you arrived,” Andre said.

  “I don’t mind. I’m just getting to grips with it.”

  He smiled.

  I wondered if he’d comment on the phrase I’d used. I’d gotten to grips with both him and Tristan quite efficiently.

  Tristan appeared in the doorway of his office, also pulling on his black suit jacket. His tie was a little askew and he’d undone his top button on his collar. “I’m finished for today,” he said, his gaze settling on me. “Time to go.”

  “Yeah, I reckon we’re all due a few hours back,” Andre said. “How do you want to do this, Stella?”

  “I’ll head off now.” I picked up my purse. “And meet you out front in a few minutes.”

  “Better than that,” Andre said. “I’ve got the car, it’s in the underground parking lot. We’ll meet you there.”

  I nodded. “And while you’re waiting, there’s a few letters for you both to sign, I’ve just typed them out.”

  “Great.” Tristan pulled a pen from his pocket and clicked the top. “We’ll see you in a few minutes then.”

  I left the office feeling like a naughty schoolgirl skiving and heading around to the bike sheds with my boyfriend, or rather boyfriends. I smiled, it was a fun feeling, one I’d been missing out on. I hit the basement level button, one I hadn’t used before, and gripped my purse as I was taken low.

  Stepping out in to the dark car park, I was aware of dampness between my legs. Was it from my orgasm with Tristan or was it because I was turned on again?

  Goddamn, how did I get so lucky? Applying for the job at Wainwright and Bramon was the best thing that had ever happened to me.

  I spotted Andre’s shiny Maserati and went to stand by it. The dark lot was deserted and quiet. A bit creepy, the type of place I didn’t want to hang around in for long.

  I was relieved when the elevator doors opened a few minutes later and Andre and Tristan stepped out—my two knights in shining armor.

  The car beeped as Andre directed his key fob toward it.

  “Hey gorgeous,” Tristan said, opening the passenger door for me.

  “Thanks.” I smiled and sat.

  The car smelled new, as if the leather seats had barely been sat on and the windows had rarely let in the breeze.

  “Nice car,” I said to Andre as he sat in the driver’s seat.

  “I think so,” he said, “don’t use it much though, must make more of an effort.”

  “Perhaps we could take a drive out in the country, head down to Kent or something at the weekend.”

  He looked at me and smiled. “I’d like that. She needs a good run.”

  Tristan’s phone went and I heard him answer it, his voice clipped and formal.

  Andre pressed his hand to my thigh. “You okay?”

  “Of course, now hurry up and get us out of here.” I twitched my eyebrows. “We have to make the most of knocking off early.”

  He revved the engine, twice, loud. Next thing I knew we were heading out of the car park and onto the main road, that for once was flowing well.

  Which was lucky. I wasn’t in the mood for sitting in traffic—there were other things calling.

  Andre had a remote control for his gates, and he used it to open them before pulling onto his driveway. The gates shut behind us as I stepped out of the car.

  “Your house is so stylish,” I said, once again admiring the Georgian architecture.

  “I’m glad you like it.” Andre reached for my hand. “Perhaps you’ll call it home one day.”

  I laughed. “There’s rushing and there’s sprinting, you know.” I wasn’t ready to talk about living together. Seriously?

  “A guy can dream.”

  I shook my head and stepped up to the front door with him.

  Tristan followed and as he crossed the threshold he finished his conversation. It had sounded complex and full of legal terms, something about a dispute with an ex-client who was breaching copyright.

  “Sorted?” Andre asked him as he shut the door behind us all.

  “Yes, legal are on it.” Tristan smiled. “But that’s it, no more work.” He swept his tongue over his bottom lip. “Not when we have a beautiful lady who requires our attention.” He swept his gaze over me. “Damn that outfit does filthy things to my imagination.”

  I giggled. “Like what?”

  “Let’s go upstairs and I’ll show you.” He yanked at the knot on his tie, then slipped it off. He let it fall to the floor.

  I raised my eyebrows. It wasn’t like Tristan to not put something in a tidy place.

  Sliding my cardigan from my arms, I dropped it next to his tie.

  He tilted his head.

  Andre smiled and added his tie to the pile.

  Ahh, so this is what we’re doing? Stripping right here in the hallway.

  I kicked my shoes off, then reached for the zip on my dress which was on my right side.

  As I drew it down, Andre stripped off his shirt.

  Tristan followed with his shirt.

  Both were added to the ties and my cardigan.

  The sight of their lean, strong torsos was almost my undoing, but I stayed calm and undid my dress. Instantly it loosened around my chest and hips.

  Andre’s concentration was on me as he pushed his trousers down. A very pleasing bulge pressed at his black boxers.

  “Don’t tease,” Tristan said, his voice gruff.

  “I’m not teasing,” I said, then shimmied and let the sleeves of my dress fall down my arms. My white lace bra was now on show.

  “Fuck,” Andre muttered.

  “In a minute,” I said, adoring the way these two men were captivated by my little striptease. I pushed at the material around my hips and allowed the dress to slip lower then drift down my legs and pool at my feet.

  Tristan shoved his fingers through his hair, his lips were slightly parted.

  Andre put his hand down his boxers and adjusted his cock. “You’re so damn beautiful.”

  “And never forget it,” Tristan said.

  I kicked the dress away. “Well, as soon as Tristan
has lost his trousers we can go and find somewhere comfortable and you can show me how beautiful you think I am.”

  “That’s exactly what’s going to happen,” Tristan said, hurriedly shoving at his trousers and kicking them aside.

  The hallway now looked like a jumble sale but I didn’t care, and it seemed my men didn’t either.

  “This way,” Andre took my hand.

  I stared at his wide shoulders as he led me to the stairs.

  As we climbed them, Tristan rested his palm on the small of my back. His skin was warm and his touch sent tingles of lust through me.

  “Curtains open or shut?” Andre asked, stepping into the bright, white bedroom.

  “Er…”

  “Let’s pull them a little,” Tristan said. “Is that okay?” He rubbed my back.

  “Yes. Fine.” I was pleased, I’d been high on body confidence lately, but still … I had no objection to adding a little mystery and atmosphere to this stark room.

  Andre released my hand. He went to the two windows and all but drew the curtains.

  Tristan led me to the bed. He cupped my cheeks and set a gentle kiss over my lips.

  I curled my arms around his warm body and pulled him close.

  Andre pressed in behind me, his chest hot on my shoulder blades. He nuzzled my neck sending tingles of delight over my scalp.

  I moaned. Being between them like this was incredible. They made me feel safe and wanted and so utterly feminine.

  Andre unhooked my bra. He gently skimmed his hands over my shoulders, taking the straps with his fingers.

  The material fell away and Tristan allowed it to drop to the floor.

  I pushed closer, loving how his chest hair grated slightly on my sensitive nipples.

  Andre skimmed his hands over my waist and buttocks. He was breathing fast in my ear, his erection pressing into me.

  “Let’s take this onto the bed,” Tristan said.

  I nodded and bit on my bottom lip.

  “What’s up?” Tristan said.

  “Nothing.”

  “What are you thinking, baby?”

  Andre brushed his hand over my hair. “Tell us.”

  “It’s just…”

  A silence hung between us.

  “It’s just what?” Tristan asked.