Page 19 of Broken Love

“What’s up?” I finally ask when neither makes a move to touch their order.

They share a look, and I can tell I was right. Tucker is already growing slightly agitated based on how his hands grip the armchair, and Tanner leans forward before sitting back and clearing his throat.

It’s then I realize they’re nervous.

“Tucker was pretty clear about what we wanted with you a few weeks ago, but somehow, we all let that go.” Boy, do I remember that. When they didn’t do anything afterward, it’s kind of why I moved out of their office. I was constantly on pins and needles, waiting for one of them to ravish me, and I couldn’t get any work done.

“Ooo-kayy.” Biting the inside of my cheek, I try to even out my breathing.

“We want to take you away this weekend,” Tucker finally speaks up. His tone resembles more of a growl than a request. I like that he’s a little feral over me. I had no idea it was something I was into until I started working for the two of them. They hate when any man pays me too much attention, and they get possessive in a very sexy way.

“For what?” I know what they’re asking, but I’m forcing them to spell it out.

They share another look, and as I watch, I see when they decide to stop tiptoeing around me. Raising to their feet, they approach me, one on each side. Tucker grips my ponytail, tilting my head back with a firm tug, and Tanner cups my jaw, both sandwiching me in.

“We’re done letting you put space between us, Windsor. You’ve been ours since the day we interviewed you. From the second you allowed us inside your body. From the first time you flirted with another man just to get a reaction out of us. We’re taking you away this weekend so we can spend time together outside of the office.”

Tucker tugs my hair again, so I look at him. “No more turning us down when we ask you out. No more smiling at other men to get a reaction out of us because, baby, you just breathing elicits a reaction. After this weekend, there will be no forgetting who you belong to. Who your men are.” My throat constricts as I force a swallow. My thighs squirm, and I know they notice because matching smirks cross their faces.

“The rules-” I start to say.

“Fuck the rules,” Tucker growls.

“We own the fucking company, Winds. Don’t try that shit with us.” Tanner sounds more and more like his twin, and I get a thrill. He’s normally so well put together. I like that I can make them lose control, even if it wasn’t my intention.

“I’ll have to think about it.” Obviously, my answer is yes; I’d just like to see how far I can push them.

They crowd in closer before kneeling next to my chair. Tucker grabs the arms of my seat and spins me to face him. I don’t get a second to react before his lips collide with mine. His tongue pushes through my mouth and dominates me in a way I never knew I craved.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I drag my body closer until I’m nearly in his lap. The sound of the chair crashing against a wall almost pulls me from my haze until I feel Tanner at my back, his hands moving over my body as he starts kissing my neck.

I’m so lost in them that I don’t hear the ding of the elevator until Tanner clears his throat and pulls away a bit. Tucker snarls his displeasure as he picks me up and takes me into their office just before the doors open and I hear a male voice—likely a mail delivery.

“You’re coming with us this weekend,” my man demands as he sits me on his desk.

“I am.” I give him a bright smile, and his eyes narrow on me.

“You were fucking with us.” I shrug at his realization. “Little minx.” Kissing me again, less intense but no less potent, he lets me slip off the desk and skitter back out to the lobby.

Sitting down and pretending like that intense interaction didn’t just happen is the hardest thing I’ve had to do in months. Tanner and Tucker get my body going like nobody else ever has. I feel lighter when I’m with them, when they touch me like they own me. I can let go of every bad thing in my life when they take control, and if that’s a prelude to what the weekend will be like, then I can’t wait for more.

My eyes stray to the computer clock one too many times as I wait for the day to end, making it seem longer than it is. When it’s almost time to leave, the phone rings, startling me into nearly jumping out of my chair.

“Tanner and Tucker Graham’s office. This is Windsor. How can I help you?” Those words come naturally now. I used to trip up but finally got used to the greeting.

“Windy! It’s Dad.” My entire body goes numb. I had no way of contacting the man when Mom passed, so I couldn’t deliver the news, and I haven’t heard from him in almost five years. “Windsor, are you there?”

“Yeah, I’m here. What do you want?” My anger bleeds into my tone.

“Why so angry? I thought you’d be happy to hear from your old man.” His chuckle is deprecating.

“What do you want, Roger?” I haven’t been able to call him Dad in years, not since I realized how terribly he hurt my mom and how little he cared for me.

“Roger? What happened to Dad?”

“Dad is a title earned. You’ve never done that.” I’m clenching my jaw so tight, I could crack a tooth.

“I’m sorry, Windy, I wanted to be better, but I just didn’t know how.” There’s a pause like he’s waiting for me to forgive him. “I was hoping to come by the condo this weekend, see you and your mom.”

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