Office Affair

by Jess Dee

  Okay, what about something totally unrelated to numbers or to her current job. What if she became an aroma therapist? Or a reflexologist? Or took up practicing Reiki?

  She laughed out loud at that one. Once she’d gone for an aromatherapy massage and had hated every minute of it. While she enjoyed being touched by someone she desired—Ben—she hated being touched all over by someone she didn’t know. Hated the invasion of privacy.

  She knew she’d hate invading someone else’s privacy in the same way.

  She could always go back to uni, study something different. But the very idea made her shudder. She’d studied for over nine years. Enough was enough.

  Nope. See? Considering alternative job options was a pointless exercise. She was working in a job she was well qualified to do, had gained brilliant experience in, was good at, and most importantly, it held doors open to her. Doors to further success. No point looking at anything else. She was in investment banking for the long haul.

  And with that thought, she pushed further deliberation from her mind, refused to think about Ben—or Will, for that matter—any longer, and got down to serious work.

  Night came before she left the office. And when she did, it was to nip home to pack an overnight bag and head back to Ben’s place.

  She couldn’t wait to see him again. Be with him again. Kiss him. Make love to him…

  He greeted her with a long, hot kiss and promises of a good meal. He didn’t disappoint. Ben served her fresh salad with extra cheese and olives on the side, sumptuous steak grilled to perfection and fresh strawberries for dessert. A crisp Chardonnay was the perfect accompaniment to the meal, although she was the only one sipping it. Ben stuck to scotch.

  And when she’d taken her final bite of dinner and pushed her plate aside, he pounced.

  They made love on the floor beside his dining room table.

  After showering together, they cleared away the dishes and sat down to watch TV.

  Melissa marveled at the domesticity of it all, marveled at how comfortable she felt with him, how happy.

  “Do you know when last I turned on the telly?” she asked.

  “Nope.”

  “Me neither. I never watch. Never seem to have the time.”

  “Not even before you go to sleep?”

  “I read then. Can’t fall asleep without getting through at least a chapter every night.”

  “And I need to lose myself in some mindless TV program to fall asleep.” He grinned mischievously. “Wanna hear a secret?”

  “Yeah. Course I do.” Especially when he grinned like that. It made her want to hear everything he had to tell her.

  “You know what I watch every night?”

  “Nope.”

  “Home and Away.”

  She gaped at him. “The soapie?”

  “Uh-huh.”

  “You watch a soap opera?”

  “Every single night.”

  She shook her head with a laugh as she digested that piece of information. “But hang on. Home and Away isn’t on TV late at night.” Everyone knew the program was screened early in the evening.

  “I know.” Another huge grin. “I record it.”

  “You do not!”

  “Do too.”

  “Do not.”

  “Do too.”

  “Fine, then tell me who the main characters are.”

  “You’d know them?”

  She rolled her eyes. “I’d have to be dead not to. I was addicted as a teenager.”

  “Fine, but don’t say you didn’t ask.” And with that, Ben launched into a detailed description not only of every character on the show—some of whom Melissa had never heard about—but he also told her every sordid detail of every single relationship and every plotline for the last two years, at least.

  She stared at him, amazed. “You really do watch.”

  He grinned triumphantly. “Told you.”

  “You’re crazy.”

  “I know. And I get really grumpy if I miss an episode.”

  “But…you missed an episode last night.” She’d know, seeing as she’d been with him the entire night. “And tonight.”

  He nodded. “Yep.”

  The penny dropped. “Oh. I get it. The reason you’re telling me. You want to watch now.”

  He smiled as he nodded.

  “Seriously?”

  “Seriously.”

  Lord, how could she possibly deny him the pleasure? How could she deny him anything? “Well, go ahead, you crazy fool.”

  And for the next hour, she and Ben watched a soap opera she hadn’t watched since she was in school. She enjoyed every minute of it, mostly because she was tucked close against his side, and while adverts were on, instead of fast forwarding through them, Ben took her mouth in long, drugging kisses.

  By the time the final credits of the second episode ran, they were both naked again, and Ben was lying on top of her, condom already in place.

  “You never did answer my question, sweetness.”

  “Which one?” Her hands were trailing up his back, relishing the hard muscle beneath the firm skin.

  “The one about Will.”

  Melissa inhaled. Just like that, her body turned to liquid, her internal temperature shooting up.

  Ben groaned. “Shit, Mel. Your nipples just got harder.”

  She reached blindly for his mouth and kissed him. He kissed her straight back, and as she wound her legs around his waist, he slid inside her.

  “Wet,” he gasped. “So wet.” He thrust into her, slowly, repeatedly, as though he couldn’t help it, couldn’t stop himself. “Wet for me, or…wet for him?”

  “For you.” For sure. She met Ben thrust for thrust, glorying in the sensations she’d only ever experienced with him.

  “Would you want him—” thrust, “—there, with us—” another thrust, “—in the same room, while—” thrust, “—we made love?”

  Would she? How would she feel if Ben’s friend, his ménage partner, stood in the room with them?

  Horny as the devil, she suspected.

  She nuzzled Ben’s neck, nipped his earlobe and whispered softly. “Yes.”

  A growl escaped from him, a sound unlike any she’d heard before. He drove into her, harder, deeper.

  She held him tighter, closer. Dug her nonexistent nails into his back, took him in as far as she could. Still he wasn’t close enough. With Ben she just wanted him closer. “But…”

  “But…?” His voice was ragged.

  “But I wouldn’t just want him to watch.”

  Ben lost his rhythm, jerking against her before finding his tempo again. “W-what else would you…want?”

  She closed her eyes, knew her face was scarlet. She also knew she was about to utter the absolute truth again—just like Ben had insisted on last night—and that truth notched her desire up to another level. “For him to join in.”

  Another of those gruff growls escaped Ben.

  Since the moment Ben had told her about his and Will’s threesomes, she’d been curious. Interested. Aroused. “I’d want him to fuck me while you and I made love.” She was careful to make the distinction. Careful to let Ben know there would be a distinction.

  Ben reacted.

  “Ah, fuck… Mel!” He went wild. Lost control. Lost the beautiful rhythm of his thrusts. He slammed into her, repeatedly, moving fast and hard, bucking up and roaring.

  Melissa cried out, the raw passion of his actions calling out to her own lust, making her just as wild, just as uncontrolled. And the fact that she’d shared her secret desire with him, confessed to something she wanted to do, just made her hotter, hungrier.

  She shoved her hips up to meet his every reckless plunge, pulled her legs further up his waist, giving him more room, opening herself wider to his carnal attack.

  And when he roared, loud and low, and reared up, Melissa came. Her orgasm descended, wiping conscious thought from her mind. The only thing she was aware of, other than the incendiary pleasure that cr
ashed over her, was Ben’s own release as he slammed into her one last time before pulsing and shuddering inside her.

  Much to Ben’s satisfaction, Melissa spent not only Friday night with him, but Saturday and Sunday nights as well. She even went along to watch his soccer match, dressing in his team colors to show her support. When Will and the rest of the team went for drinks afterwards, Melissa was happy to tag along. She wasn’t the only woman. Several players had partners with them.

  Ben was merciless with her. He sat beside her, with Will and the rest of the team all around them, and between making small talk and laughing with the boys, he whispered filthy things in her ear. Made lewd, wicked suggestions about all the things he and Will could do to her, given the chance.

  The more suggestions he made, the redder Mel’s face became. She began to breathe raggedly, and her hazel eyes turned dark with desire. Once again, in the middle of a pub, with a crowd of people surrounding him, Ben got an erection. A huge boner. And it didn’t go down anytime soon.

  Melissa noticed. Her smile was triumphant.

  Not one to wilt under the pressure of his teasing, Melissa took great pleasure in flirting with the other players, making him jealous as hell. His teammates took it good-naturedly, seeing it for what it was—a way of winding Ben up.

  Ben took it well too, laughing along with the boys and throwing his arm around Melissa, pulling her closer. Staking his claim in front of all of them. In front of Will.

  It satisfied him no end when Mel cuddled into him, molding her curves to his side.

  Will watched them both. Ben was aware of the way his gaze lingered on Melissa, was aware of the way Melissa kept sneaking looks at Will.

  It turned him the fuck on. Made him want to get naked with Melissa and Will. Made him want to take her right there on the floor while Will took her from the other side.

  It also made him want to slam his fist in Will’s face. Made him want to hurt the man who’d become his closest mate. Made him want to get Melissa the hell away from him, as fast as he could. And when Melissa intimated to Ben that she might just mosey on over to Will and chat with him about the hypothetical dynamics of a threesome, Ben cut her off with a hard, hungry kiss.

  Yeah, he knew she’d been joking, ragging on him, but the thought of her actually doing it sent him into a jealous rage. As arousing as the thought of sharing Melissa with Will was, it also chafed. Big-time.

  Minutes later, Ben pretty much hauled her out of the pub in his eagerness to get her naked and alone. Melissa went along happily. They left to the sound of loud cheers from his teammates. He took her home and made love to her in the privacy of his own bed.

  But Ben knew he was in deep trouble. He’d been the one to put the idea of a threesome in Melissa’s mind, but she was the one getting excited at the mere thought of it.

  Melissa masked her face with an expressionless look as she read the text message on her iPhone.

  Boardroom.

  10 p.m.

  No clothes required.

  She deleted it. It was after all, a work phone, and God knew who else might have access to it. Then, with her face as blank as she could keep it and her knees trembling beneath the table, she smiled at the CFO of Hymand & Clark and spent the next two hours briefing him about a company he’d shown interest in investing in.

  Halfway through the meeting, her phone beeped again.

  Correction.

  Garters required.

  And thigh-highs.

  Nothing else.

  And half an hour after that, Melissa apologized again as she checked her phone once more, explaining with a deadpan face there was a crisis at home. The CFO had no problem with her reading the message while he waited.

  Boardroom now?

  Not sure I can wait ‘til 10.

  Thankfully the next message came after the CFO had left.

  Boardroom was full.

  Lucky you didn’t meet me there.

  Could have been awkward.

  ‘Specially if you’d worn your garters and nothing else.

  Melissa chuckled. Ben knew full well she’d been the one utilizing the boardroom. He also knew full well that his messages would have made concentrating on a work meeting while in that boardroom very difficult.

  A short while later, he took her mind off the boardroom.

  Boardroom rendezvous too risky.

  My house, 10 p.m.

  Garters required.

  Nothing else.

  Melissa rang his bell at 9:59 p.m.

  Chapter Twelve

  Ben gave her a very through once-over, taking in her tailored, knee-length lightweight coat. He raised an eyebrow as he stepped back, letting her inside. “I thought I told you nothing but garters required.”

  “And I’m pretty sure driving across the city in nothing but garters is a criminal offense.” Her hands were on the belt around her waist, unbuckling it.

  He grinned and pushed the door closed. “If so, I’d have liked to be the cop dispatched to pull you over.”

  “You could always pull me over now.” She slipped off the jacket, almost bringing Ben to his knees in the process.

  Melissa stood before him in nothing but her garters, thigh-highs and heels.

  He closed his eyes and offered a quiet prayer of thanks.

  It was Will who filled the awed silence. “Perfect,” he said. “Absolutely perfect.”

  Melissa swiveled around, gawking at the man. “Will?”

  Will nodded. “Yeah, beautiful. It’s me.”

  Melissa’s response was immediate. She stepped back, using Ben to shield her nude form from Will’s appreciative gaze.

  “You invited him here?” Her eyes were enormous as she stared at Ben.

  “I did. For you.” Because she wanted him. She’d said as much too many times for him to ignore it. And Ben had resolved to give Melissa whatever she wanted. To show her that pleasure and happiness came from going after what you wanted, not from doing what you thought was the right thing to do.

  Tonight Ben knew what he thought was right—and he shoved it aside in favor of doing what Melissa wanted.

  She raised a brow. “For me?”

  “For your pleasure.”

  “Ben!” She sounded appalled. Her eyes flashed and her cheeks flushed scarlet. But she didn’t reach for her jacket. Didn’t try to put it on. Not once.

  “He can leave,” Ben assured her. “Right now. He’ll walk away—if that’s what you really want.”

  “I will.” Will’s voice was gentle, and Melissa looked at him over Ben’s shoulder. “I’ll go if you don’t want me here.”

  “Or…” Ben waited until Melissa had returned her gaze to him. “He can stay.”

  “And do what?” she asked in a husky voice.

  “Whatever you want him to do.”

  “I could do nothing at all,” Will offered. “I could just sit here while you and Ben do whatever you two want to.”

  Melissa’s mouth formed into a big, luscious O.

  “Or, sweetness, he could do whatever we’re doing. He could do it with us.” Goosebumps broke out over her skin, and her nipples beaded. Her breasts looked so damn delicious, Ben wanted nothing more than to take them in his mouth and suckle them.

  “A-and what will we be doing?”

  “Anything you want to do. Anything at all. We could play chess, if you like.”

  Her lips twitched. “Chess?”

  “Monopoly?” Ben offered.

  She shook her head. “Board games aren’t my thing.”

  “We could watch telly,” Will suggested.

  “Home and Away?” Mel’s lips twitched, and Ben desperately wanted to kiss them.

  “Uh, if that’s what you want.”

  Ben laughed at the surprise in Will’s voice. Melissa may know about his weakness for the soapie. Will had not a clue. It wasn’t the kind of information a bloke shared with his mates.

  “It’s not what I want,” Melissa said softly.

  “What is?” B
en whispered.

  “You. Always you.” She bit her lip, ran her tongue over it, left it looking moist and inviting. “And just for tonight, Will too.”

  “Together?”

  She looked over at Will again and nodded. “Together.”

  Conflict assailed Ben instantly. His dick, already firm and erect, swelled further, taking his desire to a whole new level. At the same time his gut clenched as jealousy tore a vicious hole through it.

  Melissa wanted Will. Wanted to fuck his friend.

  The woman he loved desired another man.

  Just like Sienna had.

  Sienna had slept with Ben and another man—and she’d chosen the other man.

  Would Melissa do the same? When her passion was spent, would she choose Will over him?

  Ben forced his fear and jealousy aside. Tonight was not about him. Tonight was about giving Melissa the pleasure and the happiness she’d denied herself for so long. Since the first day Ben had told her about Will, he’d suspected things would reach this point. Every time they made love in front of Will, every time his name was mentioned, Melissa’s arousal increased.

  Will turned her on.

  She wanted Will.

  And Ben could not refuse her this experience.

  Besides, now that they’d reached this point, the idea of taking her while Will fucked her himself had him sweating. He was kidding himself if he believed this wasn’t what he wanted too.

  He wanted it. Badly enough to set the whole thing up.

  “Then it’ll happen,” Will promised. “You, me and Ben, together. Soon.”

  Melissa’s eyes widened. “Soon?”

  “Not yet.”

  She shook her head, confused. “So I’m standing here, undressed, my body bared to your gaze and Ben’s, and you’re telling me not yet?”

  “It’s a compliment,” Will explained. “Seeing you like this is half the pleasure. If it’s okay with you, I’d like to stretch that pleasure out.”

  Ben cupped her cheek, felt the heat of her skin burn his hand. “He likes to watch, sweetness. You should know that by now.”

  Understanding lit up her eyes. “Of course he does.”

  “Would that be okay with you, Melissa?”