Page 3 of Room One Hundred & Twenty-One: Kiss of Fire

His stare is dark and intense as if he dares me to turn away from him. Heat pulses between my thighs and I clench them together to stave off the tension. Chance moves in front of the woman while Brody stands behind her, pulling her hair to one side before kissing her neck. I’m so envious I could scream when his lips move below her ear and he nibbles at her flesh.

My jaw tenses and I fist my hands at my sides. Why am I upset that they’re with her? Does Noah really want me to see this? And why the fuck haven’t I left yet?

Before I allow the hurt and confusion to take hold of me, I grab my purse and run.

2

NOAH

Chance Harrison is a dead man.

It’s my best friend’s fault that I haven’t been able to focus on anything today except the girl who sits outside my office. Two months ago, he hired her on the spot. No interview and without running it past me or Brody. He argued that she was the best fit for the job, and from what I’ve observed, he wasn’t lying.

Selena Walker. She’s exceptional, but she’s also insanely beautiful.

I find myself drinking in her features without meaning to, which is honestly nothing new. Flawless brown skin, womanly curves, and dark curly hair that’s currently pulled into a high ponytail. I’m dying to wrap it around my fist. She’s the epitome of professionalism, but at the same time, sexy as hell. More often than not, I’ve wanted to drag her into my office and fuck her senseless. But then, what kind of boss would I be, taking advantage of my assistant? Although, from the way I catch her looking at me, I think she might let me.

This isn’t the first time I’ve noticed her. I’ve been aware of her sensual yet innocent beauty since she started working hereas an intern right out of college. I was drawn to her even then, to her work ethic and her ability to command a room. She’s a force to be reckoned with and one I find myself aching for on a daily basis even three years later.

I curse Chance under my breath as I watch Selena tuck a loose curl behind her ear. I palm myself under my desk, willing my dick to calm down. I’m not some teenage boy, but around her, I find myself doing too many senseless things, like getting a hard-on in the middle of a work day while lusting after a twenty-five-year-old girl.

But my dick will have to wait, as I watch Selena rise from her desk and stroll toward my door. I flick my gaze to my computer, feigning indifference as numbers fill the screen. Yet I can’t make sense of any of it once she walks inside my office.

Then she crosses the room and approaches me. “Here are your reports, Mr. Kincaid.” Her voice is soft and sweet as she sets a stack of papers on my desk. I notice her freshly manicured nails are neat and trimmed, natural with a touch of flair. Red’s a good color on her and I lock away that piece of information to save for another time.

I resist acknowledging her presence and merely give her a quick nod. I’m surprised she doesn’t roll her eyes at me and tell me to fuck off for ignoring her. Instead, she pivots on her heel and I watch her retreating form as she leaves. My gaze follows her until she returns to her desk, resuming her work and appearing unfazed. The woman never misses a beat. Meanwhile, I’m losing my fucking mind, pining for my damn assistant.

But I can’t dwell on that for long because Chance barges in, sporting a wide grin. The sight of it makes me want to throw something at him, despite him being my business partner.

“You look irritated. Did you skip breakfast or something?”

I don’t bother answering him. Then realization morphs his expression when he catches me staring at her, and he sighs.

“Is this about Selena again? She’s a good assistant. What’s the issue?”

The issue is that she’s getting to me and I’m the idiot who’s letting her do it. I keep my walls high for a reason, and the only people I let inside are my two best friends. That’s it, no one else. The more Selena pushes her way in, being sexy and kind and thoughtful, the weaker I become, and my resistance crumbles.

“Fine, I admit she’s good at her job.”

Chance narrows his soulful brown eyes, waiting for me to say more, but I don’t. “If it’s about sex, Marie is gonna be here soon. We can fuck it out of our systems and you can get back to obsessing over work as usual.”

“Maybe you’re right.” He’s not, but I won’t argue with him. He wants Selena as much as I do—so does Brody, for that matter—but we avoid talking about the elephant in the room. And that bastard is always in the room.

That said, if this is what Chance needs to keep up the facade, then I’ll indulge his delusions. Perhaps he’ll even prove me wrong and fucking Mariewillmake me forget about how much I want to fill our hot little assistant with my cum.

Besides, Marie is no one to scoff at. She’s very attractive and willing to do anything we want. We met her at Club Sin, the exclusive sex club we frequent at least once a week when we need to succumb to our particular proclivities. We pay a large sum of money for our memberships there and appreciate the discretion and safety provided by the club. Everyone is thoroughly vetted, which includes an extensive background check and signed non-disclosure agreements. Club Sin is our playground, and we definitely like to play.

Marie approached us two weeks ago, asking if we’d be interested in a particular scene. I was hesitant when she said she wanted to take things outside the club, something we don’t do often, especially with new play partners. But she eagerly signeda separate NDA, one for just the three of us, and we ran our own background check to deem her safe to play with. We agreed to give her the fantasy she was looking for—a scene with her in an actual office setting.

While Club Sin provides themed rooms for members to enjoy, Marie wanted a real-life experience, one that we could easily supply. I suspect she knew that when she approached us, considering we’re the executives and owners of a well-known marketing firm. And she wouldn’t have been the first to make such a request. But given our current sexually frustrated situation, we decided to take her up on the offer, looking for any solution to make us forget about the voluptuous siren who sits in the center of our suite, typing away on her keyboard and oblivious to how desperately her three bosses want to fuck her.

The truth is my best friends and I love sex, but we love it most when the three of us participate together. We discovered this particular kink of ours back in college when all of us fucked the same girl in the house we shared. And we’ve been doing it ever since. In fact, we live for it now, getting high on watching each other bring a woman pleasure, then filling her up with our dicks and our cum until all she can feel is the three of us for the next week.

I roll my head, stretching the tense muscles in my neck. Perhaps this is just the release we need, in this space no less, where a certain someone has our balls tied up in knots and doesn’t even know it. Once Marie’s mouth is wrapped around my cock, I’m sure I won’t think about Selena anymore. It’s a fucking lie I tell myself, but I’m hoping it’ll work, at least for a little while.

I manage to get a few hours of work done when Chance returns, Brody following behind him as he pushes his dirty blond hair off his forehead. He takes a seat on the couch, seemingly distracted by his thoughts. Then his gaze shifts and I follow it to find him staring at Selena.

Of course, he is. He’s always staring at her.

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