Page 4 of Room One Hundred & Twenty-One: Kiss of Fire

Chance and I may be intrigued by her, but Brody is fucking smitten. I know sometimes he looks at her for longer than he should, but she seems incognizant to it, and thank God for that. He’s the first one to offer her a helping hand and always makes sure to go out of his way to greet her every morning.

My best friend wears his heart on his sleeve, and I can read clear as day that he wants Selena like his next breath. I’ve never seen him like this toward a woman before, and I’m not sure how I feel about it. It’s a mixture of jealousy and fear, but I firmly believe that no one could ever come between me and my best friends. Not ever. Not even her. But I have a suspicion that if it ever came down to that, we wouldn’t have to worry about it with Selena.

A knock reverberates off my open door, and I lift my gaze to find Ms. Abernathy waiting to enter. Her face is devoid of any emotion as she announces, “Your guest is here.” She cocks an eyebrow at me, then moves to the side to reveal Marie, who’s fifteen minutes early for our scene.

She was supposed to arrive after five o’clock to give Ms. Abernathy and Selena time to head home. Clearly, the old bat is aware of what we’re up to, as she’s been our executive assistant long enough to know about our special interests. She also gets paid handsomely and knows how to be discreet. We wouldn’t keep her employed if she didn’t.

But Selena doesn’t know this side of us, not yet anyway. And she’s about to learn real quick what kinds of things her bosses are into. Maybe this is for the best, so she stops looking at us the way she does. Like she wants us to fuck her into oblivion and couldn’t care less that she works for us. Or maybe I’ve just been seeing what I want to see, thinking that she wants us when she doesn’t. Either way, Marie arriving early may not be such a bad thing after all.

Chance exhales a low whistle as Brody rises from his seat. While she has nothing on Selena, I can admit Marie is beautiful as I study her golden-blond hair, sea-foam green eyes, and full lips painted bright red. Any man would want to fuck her, but she’s just a means to justify the ends for me. She’ll never be who I truly want.

Ms. Abernathy leaves without another word, closing the door behind her. Chance is the first to speak, approaching Marie and lifting her hand to his mouth for a kiss. “Glad you could make it.”

“Chance.” She smiles as she greets him, her hungry gaze roaming over his handsome face and chiseled body covered by a well-tailored suit.

Brody moves behind her, brushing her hair to one side and kissing the nape of her neck. She moans softly as he nips at her flushed skin.

Then she giggles, but the sound does nothing for me. “I see I’m not the only one eager to play.”

“Isn’t this the fantasy you wanted?” Chance smirks, his fingers trailing down her front until he’s tugging at the knot of her trench coat. He pulls open the fabric, revealing her trim and taut body dressed in a black lace teddy with garters and sheer black stockings. It’s cliche and leaves little to the imagination, but it fits the scene and compliments her figure.

We have a beautiful blond standing in the middle of the room, ready to make each of us come and desperate for us to give her pleasure. So why the fuck is my cock not hard?

Then, I remember that I forgot to shade my windows and anyone can see into my glass-enclosed office. My eyes cut to Selena’s desk, where she stands in shock, staring at what’s taking place right in front of her.

Fuck.

An array of emotions crosses over her face but the one that calls out to me is her obvious anger. She’s pissed right now and that shouldn’t make me feel good, but it does.

She’s jealous and I fucking love it.

I hold her stare, silently demanding that she watch while Brody palms Marie’s breasts and her breathy cries fill the room. Then her head rolls to the side, and she addresses me. “Are you not joining us?” Marie playfully pouts, yet I find it anything but cute.

Never taking my eyes off Selena, the only woman my dick seems to get hard for these days, I respond to Marie, knowing my assistant can probably read my lips. “I’m going to watch.”

But it’s not Marie and my friends that I’m observing. My focus is solely on the woman on the other side of the glass who haunts my every fucking dream. I take in the way her chest rises and falls, her gaze darkening with lust. I bet her pussy is so wet right now, and I’m dying to taste it. I want her to crawl to me and beg for my cock. Beg for me to fill her tight little cunt until my cum slowly seeps out of her, and I push it back inside where it belongs.

At the thought, my dick is instantly rock hard, pressing at the zipper of my expensive dress slacks. I lean back in my chair, freeing my cock and stroking myself, giving Selena a good show. The others probably think I’m turned on by the view of Chance kissing Marie, squeezing her pert tits while Brody finger-fucks her from behind. But I’m getting off on the jealous little slut watching me from her desk with wide eyes as she licks her pillowy lower lip.

“I punish naughty girls like you,” Chance says, slapping one of Marie’s breasts. She shrieks, loving every second of his attention.

Selena finally looks away from me, and I growl as her focus is drawn to my best friends and what they’re doing with Marie. Herenvy grows stronger and I want to see it build until she’s fucking drowning in it, demanding we give her pleasure and not Marie. I want her hot and achy and needy, just like me. Feeling a fraction of what I feel for her right now.

But when Marie gasps loudly from an orgasm, Selena’s expression turns to one of pain while she firmly presses her lips together and flees from her desk. Like a douse of cold water, my cock instantly goes limp and all that pent-up desire I felt suddenly falls flat.

Brody’s eyes are on me and I nod my chin in the direction of our assistant’s workspace. He glances around, realizing we’ve been playing out in the open before his mouth gapes open at the possibility that we might have been seen. His suspicions are confirmed when I pinch the bridge of my nose, and he jerks his hand away from Marie, stepping back and drawing Chance’s attention. Brody swipes his fingers in the air across his neck, gesturing to kill the scene and Chance tilts his head in confusion, but complies with Brody’s directive.

“Alright, sweetheart, game’s over. I’m sorry, but you have to leave.” Chance rubs his palms up and down Marie’s arms in an effort to take the sting out of his words.

She blinks at him in surprise. “W-what?”

“Something’s come up and it’s not gonna work out. Sorry.” Brody shrugs, and she glares at both of them before directing her anger at me.

“It seemed to be working fine for everyone except you. What’s your problem? Jealous of your friends?” she sneers.

I don’t entertain her with a response. Instead, I slip my cock back into my pants and nonchalantly cross one leg over the other, holding her stare.

“It’s all of us or none of us, honey,” Chance answers.

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