Page 28 of Pucking the Team

I take a sip, the alcohol searing a path down my throat. I let out a laugh, but it rings with an edge of unease. “Look man, I’ve had my fair share of kinky sex. But I’ve never shared a girl like that before.”

Lukas raises an eyebrow, leaning back against the kitchen counter. “Wait, seriously? You’ve never tag-teamed someone?”

I shake my head, my fingers tightening around the glass. “No, never. Have you?”

He shrugs, a shit-eating grin spreading across his face. “Yeah, a few times, with all sorts of partners. But never like that, ya know? Something about tonight felt…different.”

Different. That’s one word for it. The rational part of my brain knows fooling around with Emma is all seven kinds of stupid. She’s our colleague, for fuck’s sake.

But the other, significantly louder part of my brain is stuck on an endless highlight reel of her pert ass bouncing as she tried to get release, the breathy little moans spilling from her lips as I pounded into her sweet mouth…

Lukas is right—the connection we shared with Emma tonight felt electric, intense in a way I’ve never experienced before.

“Emma’s more than just a fling to me,” Lukas says, his usually playful voice taking on a serious edge. “I don’t know what it is about her, but I can’t get her out of my head.”

Our gazes meet, and an unspoken understanding passes between us.

“I feel the same,” I admit, the words tumbling out before I can stop them. “I’ve never wanted someone like this before.”

Lukas takes a long sip of his drink, his brow furrowing as he mulls it over. “I’ve never been in any sort of…sharing situation with a close buddy before. I thought it would feel weird, but it didn’t.”

A chuckle escapes me, and I feel some of the tension ease from my shoulders. “I know what you mean. It’s never been a fantasy of mine either, but the intimacy of it all…” I trail off, shaking my head. “It really heightened things.”

Images of Emma flash through my mind—the erotic sight of her full lips wrapped around my shaft, the intoxicating sounds of her pleasure as Lukas’s skilled fingers drove her wild, the raw lust shining in both their eyes as they obeyed my every command…

Fuck. I shift in my seat, my slacks suddenly feeling too tight.

Being with them unleashed something primal in me, a deep-seated need to dominate and possess. And the way they responded, so eager and willing…it was the headiest aphrodisiac imaginable.

I drag a hand over my face, trying to regain my bearings. This whole situation is messy as hell. Emma and I work together, and Lukas is one of my closest friends.

The potential for it all to blow up in our faces is astronomical.

But even as my rational brain screams at me to put on the brakes, I know it’s futile. Because despite the risks, despite the complications…I already crave more.

More of them, more of this, more of everything.

Lukas shoots me a wicked grin. “Speaking of heightened things, I never pegged you for such a bossy one in the bedroom.”

I nearly choke on my drink, a surprised laugh bubbling up in my chest. “What can I say? I like to be in control.”

“Oh, I could tell,” Lukas purrs, his voice dropping to a suggestive octave. He leans in closer, the heat of his body searing my side. “Did you like it, having both me and Emma at your command?”

A flush of arousal spreads through me. I swallow hard, my voice emerging as a low rasp. “I did. Did you?”

Lukas nods, and I’m reminded that my friend is bisexual. There’s never been any sort of romantic or sexual intimacy between us, but tonight’s situation probably wasn’t as unique for him as it was for me. I’ve never had a man in the room with me before.

Lukas’s expression turns thoughtful. “So where do we go from here? This is really, really complicated.”

I sigh, running a restless hand through my hair. He’s not wrong. Lukas and I have been friends for years, and Emma’s our coworker. If word of this gets out, it could torpedo all our careers.

“I agree, but…” I pause, searching for the right words. “I don’t want to give up on this, not if Emma’s on board. We just have to be careful not to let it interfere with work.”

“Fair enough.” Lukas sets his glass down on the counter with a decisive clink. “So what’s the plan then, coach? Because I’ve gotta say, I’m dying for a repeat performance.”

I meet his challenging stare head-on, ideas already percolating in my brain. If we’re really doing this, then we’re damn well going to do it right.

“I think I know exactly what we need to do.”

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