I’ll admit a foot massage didn’t seem like the most aggressive move, but I know it was a big step for him, Mr. I Don’t Mix Business and Pleasure. And if I had to guess, he’s never had a threesome before, but he — ahem — apparently rose to the occasion quite nicely.
Kira’s been loving his cock, and I’ve been getting all fired up thinking about how it feels to be inside her, and how I’ll soon be the one making her moan and scream.
When Pierce pulls out of her, she collapses, leaning on the back of the chair for support, and he folds over her, catching his breath. Their breathing seems to sync, and for a moment I feel like an intruder in the scene, but then Kira reaches for me.
“You ready, big boy?” She clutches my cock through my pants and it throbs in response.
“Fuck, yeah.” I undo my belt, and pull off my shirt as I step out of my pants. Pierce steps back as I move in on Kira. “C’mere.”
I lift her out of the chair and set her on the table. She wraps her legs around me and pulls me in, then wraps her hands around my cock. “My god, you two are amazing,” she says, shaking her head in wonder. She glances over at Pierce who’s watching with interest, his cock already half-erect again.
I pull her forward so that she’s seated on the very edge of the table and she lies backward, her hair fanning out across our paperwork. Best development on the project yet.
Her body is exquisite. Soft curves, milky skin flushed with passion, and the beautiful spark in her eyes, promising an amazing fuck.
I grasp her thighs, spread her wider, and slide in. “Ahhhhh …” I moan as I enter her. Part of the appeal of a ménage is the anticipation — watching and waiting and getting hotter than hell all the while. The other major appeal is this — a tight little pussy that’s wetter, hotter and more swollen with pleasure than foreplay alone could do.
Kira feels like the best of everything, wrapped in a beautiful package.
“Oh, god …” I moan, throwing my head back, eyes squeezed shut so that I can focus on what I’m feeling. Then I open my eyes, see her spread beneath me, and I come close to shooting my wad after just a few thrusts. What the hell?
I pull out nearly all the way and stimulate her with my hands, while I mentally get my shit together. I haven’t had this kind of worry since I was in high school.
When I’m sure I can manage, I push back inside her, slowly this time, and I go deep. “Hale, you were right,” she murmurs.
“Hmm?”
“Working under you. It’s really good,” she says with a sigh.
I chuckle, grateful for the distraction. “Told you you’d like it.”
“Damn straight,” she says, her voice a sexy moan that makes my balls ache. “Fuck me, Hale. Don’t hold back.”
Holding back is precisely the problem. I need her to come. I press the palm of my hand down on her, right above where our bodies are joined, and I let the motion of my thrusts rub my hand against her clit. It’s instant magic.
“Oh shit, oh fuck,” she whimpers. “Oh god!” Then she’s crying out and trying to clutch at the table beside her, but only finding flat surface, she balls her hands into fists and bangs the table. “Yes!” she cries repeatedly as she comes.
I don’t wait. I can’t wait. I join her, squeezing her thighs tight in my hands as I pump into her over and over and over.
When I’m empty, I have the impulse to crawl on the table beside her, curl her into me, and never let her go. Just like the nearly premature ejaculation, it’s a strange and unfamiliar feeling. I’m not one for cuddling.
I find Pierce, who’s sitting in a chair, pants back up but looking thoroughly disheveled, with a stunned look on his face that might also involve some regret. Maybe it’s his presence that has me off my game right now. That must be it.
14
Kira: Lust, Pure and Simple
When I come back from wherever my body has flown off to — blissful giant-cock-double-orgasm land — I find two troubled faces and two sets of eyes not quite meeting mine. I sit up, supporting myself on shaky arms, and look between them, trying to figure out what’s wrong. The mood in the room has changed completely.
“Dammit, Kira, I’m sorry,” Pierce says, coming over to sit beside me.
“Sorry?”
“I didn’t use a condom. Fuck! I can’t believe I let that happen.” He shakes his head as he rakes his hand over his close-trimmed hair.
“It’s okay,” I say, reaching for his arm. “I’m covered.”
His expression softens. “You are? Are you sure? I’m clean, anyway,” Pierce says before glancing over at Hale.
Hale’s troubled look has changed to one of surprise. “I’m clean, too,” he says quickly. “Believe it or not, I always use a condom. I don’t know what happened tonight.”
“I didn’t exactly give you much time to think,” I say. “I was an outright hussy.” I force a little laugh, wanting them to laugh with me, but they don’t.
It’s not the best feeling to come down from an amazing climax and see both my partners looking regretful. I’m a confident woman, but right now I’m a little shaken.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Pierce asks, searching my face. His voice is so full of concern that I feel tears sting the back of my eyes. The emotion welling up must be due to post-sex exhaustion.
I blink my eyes and nod. Aside from my sudden overload of feelings, I’m fabulous and amazing. Hale and Pierce were everything I’d hoped they’d be, and more. It was urgent and frantic, and so fucking hot. Even in this ugly-carpeted, dark-paneled conference room at my dad’s company. I hold in a maniacal laugh. I think I’m losing it.
“I’m fine,” I say, in a voice that I hope sounds much more composed than I feel. “Guess we’d better straighten up.”
Hale is standing nearby, frozen and dumbstruck, an expression I’d never seen on him before. I would love to know what he’s thinking, but I’m not sure I can deal with it right now.
I slip off the desk, shimmy my skirt down and pull my bra straps up. I find my blouse and shoes a few feet away. My panties are a lost cause. I tuck them in my fist so I can dispose of them in a more discreet location.
“I’m going to the restroom,” I say, as I head toward the door.
“Cleaners may be out there,” Pierce says, sounding wary.
I nod and make my escape, and am grateful to reach the ladies room without encountering anyone. My head is reeling, unable to find a safe thought to settle on.
That was … intense.
I wanted them, and I got them, but this wasn’t how or where I imagined it would happen. It was supposed to be a bit of fun. Instead, it was incredible — so incredible — at least it was for me — but Hale and Pierce don’t exactly look thrilled about it now.
Pierce may just be regretting the lack of protection — my god, I can’t believe that never crossed my mind either — but maybe there’s more. Just overall, general regret?
Ugh. It’s not like I would expect a post-coital celebration, but they could at least pretend to look like they were glad it happened.
I splash water on my face and try to smooth my hair back into place. I’m sure it must still be the odd mix of post-sex chemicals rushing around my body, but I feel like crying. But I can’t cry. Not here.
My emotions make no sense. I don’t care about Hale and Pierce. I barely know them. They are two hot men. I wanted them, and I got them. It’s over and done.
I clear makeup smudges from under my eyes and assess my appearance. I push my shoulders back and decide the best way to save face might be to resort to the role I’ve been playing around them. Ball-buster. Daughter of the boss, here to take over.
Maybe my first impressions of them were accurate. Maybe it was lust, pure and simple, that ever made me think they were decent human beings.
And maybe it was just the heady experience of having my first threesome that made me think I was feeling anything more, or that it was anything special. In the midst of it, it felt like there was som
ething between us, but maybe it was just the crazy urgency and the daring nature of the encounter.
If I’m feeling like there was anything more to it, I sure as hell am not going to let them know it affected me. I’ll pretend it didn’t, until I actually believe it myself.
I wish I could slip out without seeing them again tonight, but my purse is still in the conference room along with my notes on the project. Keeping my head up, I stride back in. The smell of sex hanging in the air almost shakes me, but I stay focused.
They’re both dressed. Pierce is sitting down, watching me as I enter. Hale is drinking a bottled water.
“I’m going to head out,” I say in their general direction as I gather my things. “I’ll see you tomorrow morning.”
“Kira, wait,” Pierce calls out as I turn toward the door. “Can I give you a ride home?”
“No thanks,” I say, not turning. Not daring to face them. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
15
Pierce: It’s Complicated
What’s the protocol for the day after sex, when the sex involved more than one person? I wanted to text Kira last night, but I realized I don’t even have her number yet.
When I get to work in the morning, she’s already in, but she’s holed up in her office with the door closed.
She definitely seemed upset last night. Maybe it was because of the stupid mistake I made, not stopping to suit up. Or maybe it had to do with Hale’s behavior afterwards. He was acting really strange, and then he left abruptly right after she did, saying just as little as she had.
I venture past her office a couple of times, but her door remains closed. At ten, I slip out and head up the street, not sure where I’m going. I need to make some sort of gesture, an icebreaker and an apology rolled into one. Flowers or candy would be my usual go-to, but they don’t seem right for her. When I see a lingerie shop across the street, I jaywalk without giving it a second thought.
Twenty minutes later, I’m riding the elevator back up to my office. A small box in plain wrapping paper is tucked under my arm and I’m feeling like a rulebreaker. I smile, in spite of myself.
Kira’s door is still closed, so I knock. Through the glass panels, I see her glance up, her expression tight and closed off.
“Do you have a minute?” I ask, opening the door but not stepping inside.
“Come in,” she says.
I close the door behind me. “How was your evening?” I ask.
She stares at me and blinks, but doesn’t reply.
“How did you sleep, is what I mean to ask.”
“Fine,” she says, her tone neutral.
“This is for you,” I say, handing her the box. She doesn’t smile, but after a pause, she takes it from me. I don’t know what’s bothering her, but I want to make things right.
Silently, she slides the band of ribbon off, and raises the lid. Her eyes widen when she sees the silky panties inside. “What’s this?” she says.
“I ruined the pair you had on last night.” I watch her until she meets my eyes and then I smile.
She looks down at the box and her expression softens. “Yes, you did, but you didn’t need to replace them.”
“They were fun to shop for,” I say. “But not as much fun as ripping them off you.” She gets a faraway look for a moment, and I know she’s remembering last night. “There are three in there, actually,” I say, gesturing to the box. “In case I ruin another pair.”
I hold her gaze, trying to read her. She’s silent again. Not hostile, no longer seeming pissed, but not encouraging either.
“Also, I want to apologize again for my lack of … preparation … last night. That’s not my style.”
“It’s fine.”
I linger and debate my next move. I want to ask her out to dinner tonight. If it were just her and me, and if we didn’t work together, I’d have brought flowers as well as the fancy lingerie, and I’d be making a hard play for her.
We were good together. Great, actually. I want to be with her again, and I want to find out if there’s more there, but it’s complicated.
Is there a bro code to dating someone who’s slept with you and your friend together? Hale’s not even exactly my friend, but I respect him, and the last thing I want is for things to get more complicated.
According to Hale, and as evidenced last night, she wanted us both together. Maybe that’s all she wanted — a one-time thing. And maybe that’s all it should be. If I were being smart, and being my usual sensible self, I’d know I should leave it at that.
Kira stows the box under her desk and then says, “I should get back to work.”
“Okay. I’ll talk to you later.” I glance at my watch. “I need to call Washburn anyway.”
She perks up. “Oh, what’s going on with that? Did Hale talk with them?”
“He’s out again today. That’s why I’m calling.”
“He’s out?” she asks, frowning.
“Personal issues,” I say. It’s not my business to tell her anything about Hale’s troubles, though I can see she’s not happy with my explanation.
She huffs out a breath before saying dismissively, “Let me know if you need anything.” Then she turns her full attention back to her computer.
16
Kira: Getting Tangled Up
Hale reminds me of a spoiled little boy who pouts when he doesn't get his way. It's obvious he doesn't want to face me today but I can't believe he'd skip work to avoid me.
God knows I wanted to stay home, but I came in to face the awkwardness and Hale damn well should've done the same! He’s supposed to be the one in charge around here, for fuck’s sake. Maybe I should take his job.
And Pierce … well, Pierce kind of made up for last night with the lingerie. I think he was just thrown by it all, and to be honest, so was I. I thought it would be pure fun — and it definitely was fun — but somehow it got all complicated and weird.
I sigh and try to get my head back on work. I should’ve known better. I did know better. I just ignored my better instincts.
Awhile later, Lucy knocks on my door. “Do you have lunch plans today, Kira?”
I glance at the clock. “Wow, it’s noon already?”
“You must be working hard,” she says with a friendly smile.
“I guess I was. No, I don’t have plans. What’s up?”
“I wondered if you’d like to go out. I’ve been meaning to ask you ever since you started, but something comes up everyday.”
“That sounds nice. Thanks,” I tell her. I could definitely use the diversion. “I can’t be gone long, though. Pierce may need my help on Washburn since Hale is out again.”
“Oh, right,” Lucy says with a frown.
“Is it usual for him to miss so much work?” I ask as I close out of what I was working on.
“No,” she says, her brow furrowed. “It’s not.”
I grab my purse and walk to Lucy’s desk with her so she can get her bag. We discuss food options and end up at a tiny Vietnamese place two blocks from the office.
After we order, Lucy says, “I guess it’s good you’re getting involved in the work here. Your three months will go by quickly.”
I laugh without much humor. “I hope so.”
“Are you still counting the days?”
“The work is fine,” I say diplomatically.
A waiter drops off our drinks. After a sip of her soda, Lucy says, “I’ve been hearing rumors around the office about the hard time you’re giving Hale and Pierce.”
Her words startle me. “Office” and “rumors” are not words I want to hear in the same sentence with Hale and Pierce’s names. I relax when I realize what she’s referring to.
“Are you still pretending you’ve come here for a takeover?” she asks, sounding eager to be in on a secret.
“I guess so,” I say. “I haven’t told them the truth. Honestly, we’ve been so busy working on Washburn that I haven’t thought much about it this week.”
; “I’ll bet they’ve been kissing your ass,” she says, laughing.
“No, I wouldn’t say that.” I laugh along with her as I deny it, though I can’t help thinking about what they were doing to my ass and other nearby parts last night.
“Hale probably would’ve asked you out already if you weren’t the boss’s daughter,” Lucy says. “Wait, he hasn’t asked you out, has he?” She looks embarrassed at her bluntness and then adds as explanation, “It seems like he’s been out with nearly every woman in the office at least once.”
Even though her words don’t exactly come as a surprise, they trigger an unexpected little twinge of pain. I consider my response and wait to reply as the waiter delivers giant bowls of pho. When he leaves us, I say, “He did ask me out for a drink, but I declined.”
Lucy gives a knowing laugh as she chooses bean sprouts and stems of Thai basil to add to her bowl. “Good thing! I should’ve warned you about him, but of course, you’ve figured him out.” I force a smile. “And I can tell that you’re too smart to get involved with someone at the office,” she adds.
Without much appetite remaining, I turn my focus to my lunch while thoughts and regrets nag at me. Aside from the moments of intense physical pleasure, getting tangled up with Hale and Pierce is only bringing me grief.
It’s bad enough being the boss’s daughter, I surely don’t want other sorts of rumors about me swirling around. I need to keep my head down, do my work, and do my time at Walker Industries so that I can move on to my future.
Maybe if I work hard enough, I can convince Daddy Dearest to give me time off for good behavior.
17
Hale: My Own Issues
“Everything okay in there?” I call through the bathroom door.
There are indiscernible shuffling sounds and then “I’m fine, Hale. Give me a break.”
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