Page 22 of Office Affairs

Russell made a humming noise in the back of his throat. “You want to explain, or should I?”

Chase shooed him toward me. “I’d like to hear your version first.” His gaze skimmed over me, leaving me hot and aching with nothing more than a look.

I was drowning in that look, and the only way to break the surface was to hear them tell me what they expected. What they wanted. My confusion morphed into something else as those vivid dreams I’d experienced danced through my head again. Two men wanted me. Those same two men stood in front of me wearing matching looks that curled my toes and made me want to strip down and crawl all over them.

“I had you book this weekend so we could clear the air.” Russell rocked onto his heels. “We can work. Or we can … play.” A wicked smile danced across his face. “I’m for the latter, but I’ll accept either. Or both.”

Chase crossed to me. He waited for a response while standing just out of reach.

“I’m confused. Is this a work weekend or not?” I’d tossed it around for days. I should have asked for clarification, but I’d worried that my mind made it all up and I’d be crossing a line by asking if they brought me here for sex. Now I still didn’t know what to say.

Russell tipped his head to the side. “Let’s start with an easier question. Do you want us?”

I should say no. I should be furious and obnoxious and tell them they couldn’t offer me money for sex because I was not a prostitute. I chewed on my bottom lip. Both men inhaled and groaned.

Enough. I forced words up past the throbbing in my chest. “You’re not paying me for sex. If you want to offer me money, then we need to work.”

“Agreed.” Russell flashed that easy smile. “As I said. I’m okay with both work and play. No need to be stingy.”

I hoped for this when I agreed to come with them. I wanted to sleep with Russell, and maybe with Chase again. I never dreamed I’d have both men standing in my gorgeous suite waiting for me to agree. I needed the money for a new apartment, so we’d have to work at some point. But not yet. “Yes.” I met Russell’s hungry gaze. “I want you.” I turned to Chase. “And you.”

“Great.” Russell clapped and unbuttoned his jacket. Chase did the same, both men folding their jackets over their arms before laying them across the backs of a pair of matching chairs.

My throat dried up, taking my voice with it. The room swam in and out of focus until I drew in a deep breath. The open room shrank around me as I took them in. Chase’s salt and pepper hair gleamed almost silver in the low light from a nearby lamp. Russell unbuttoned the top button of his white shirt and yanked his tie off with a single jerk. “I’m going to enjoy undressing you, Sabrina. I’ve dreamed about you. How you look. How you taste.”

“Like sunshine,” Chase answered from several steps away. “She tastes like fucking sunshine.”

Russell groaned, his head falling back to expose his muscled throat. “I hate that you know that already.”

“Wait. What’s happening.” I found my voice and held up both hands in front of me.

Chase lifted both eyebrows. “I thought that was obvious. You want us. We want you. Seems reasonable that we share.”

“But …” Shock rooted me to the ground. I flicked my eyes to the massive bed covered in dark gray silk sheets in the other room. “Men don’t share. They want sex with multiple women at the same time. Not the other way around.”

“Trust me, Russell and I have no interest in each other or other women.” Chase removed his tie and draped it over his jacket. “Just you.”

“That’s right.” Russell paused with his fingers on the second button. “We’ve never shared a woman before, but I have some ideas how we can make it work. If you’re both up for it.”

Chase palmed his cock through his pants. “Definitely up for it.” His eyes softened when he looked at me. “But the decision is yours. We only go as far as you’re comfortable with.”

Breath whooshed out of me so fast the lightheadedness returned. I fisted my hands and dug my nails into my palms until the sting of pain righted the room. “Both of you with me at the same time?” It was every dirty dream I’d ever had waiting to be explored.

“Do you want that?” Russell made eye contact with Chase. The two of them had a whole fucking conversation with that look.

I reached for the hem of my shirt and raised it over my head. “Fuck yes.”

Chase closed the distance between us with a single stride, his arms going around my waist and his lips sealing mine with a blistering kiss.

A second set of hands smoothed down my back. Warm lips pressed open-mouthed kisses onto my shoulder, then a sharp nip pulled my pink bra strap down before the kisses resumed.

Russell molded my ass with both hands and squeezed. “I need some room, Chase.”

Chase relaxed his hold, allowing Russell to pull my ass over his groin. He ground his hips into mine. One hand dipped beneath the waist of my jeans and into my soaked panties. “You’re so fucking wet. God, Chase. She’s already drenched. I need to taste her.” He circled his fingers through my slick folds and pressed my clit.

I gasped into Chase’s mouth and he used the moment to deepen the kiss. His tongue explored my mouth with an intensity that rocked my hips onto Russell’s hand. I groaned and spread my legs for better access.

“Hold her still.” Russell removed his hand and unbuttoned my pants. A rush of cool air pebbled my skin when he peeled them down to my ankles. “Lift.” He tugged on my foot, removing my shoe, sock, then the pant leg when I raised my foot from the floor.

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