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“I know,” Charles laughed as he retreated to rework her schedule.

“I should fire you…” Annabel called after him. Once the door closed, she muttered. “Or give him another raise.”

By half past two, Annabel was ahead of schedule and waiting on her men. She read reports and reviewed the evidence Shawna provided. She closed it down, took out another report, and answered emails. She realized she was about to answer the same email a second time so she locked her computer and got up to pace.

Nerves. She thought.I’m actually nervous to ask them.

She heard the phone buzz and Charles announced them. She stopped in the middle of her office and waited for the door to open. She saw the uncertainty on their faces. Stepping close to them, she took Ryan’s mouth before the door closed. When she finished kissing him, she took Andrew’s mouth.

“I didn’t mean to worry you,” she said noting the faint lines of concern on their faces. “Come and sit.”

They sat on the sofa as they kept their eyes on her. She laughed and hiked up her skirt to sit on Ryan’s lap. She sat astride him. “I know I take the lead but there are actual times I am nervous. This is one of them.”

“Just say it out loud,” Andrew bit the words out.

She leaned over and loosened his tie and cupped his cheeks. “Is that an order?”

“No, it’s a desperate attempt to find out why you wanted us to come here,” Ryan said.

“I talked to Olivia,” Annabel stepped back from them.

“You said as much last night,” Andrew gripped her hand.

“Yes but I meant to ask you something along with telling you,” Annabel said. “But seeing you in the collars really did things to me and I lost track of what I meant to ask you.”

“Which is,” Andrew grinned as he turned her hand over and kissed her palm before nibbling his way to her wrist.

“Would you care to join Olivia and I for Thanksgiving next week?” She blurted it out. She meant to preface it with details.

“Huh,” Andrew said. “Who’s cooking?”

“I am. Well Olivia and I usually cook together,” Annabel said.

“Do you have the meal planned,” Ryan asked as he leaned forward.

“I mean… it’s Thanksgiving,” Annabel tried to take her hand back from Andrew but he continued to kiss his way up her arm. “I cannot think when you do that.”

“We’ll come but I want to cook,” Andrew muttered against her arm.

“I… hmmmmm,” Annabel leaned closer to the sofa.

“May I unzip your skirt?” Ryan asked as he reached for her skirt.

“Yes,” Annabel said. She let them do what they wanted. Ryan and Andrew teased her clothes off her.

“Should we lock the door,” Andrew asked.

“Charles will keep everyone out,” she leaned her head back as Ryan skimmed his teeth down her neck.

“Good,” Andrew grinned as he undid her bra and slipped it off her shoulders.

“Oh… I have a meeting in…” Annabel said.

“He’ll let you know,” Andrew nibbled his way to the curve of her breast.

“Protection?” She tried to keep some logic but her mind was fast letting go of everything except what they did to her.

Ryan reached in his pocket and pulled out two condoms. “He’s got more.”

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