Page 59 of Beneficial Misfortune

He chuckles, low and deep, and I feel the vibrations from his chest where it rests on my knee. I bite into my lip to stop from squirming as I feel them all the way up into my aching core.

“No, though I guess they are,” he says as his thumb rubs along the hem of my shorts, almost absently. “It’s because you had me from the moment I saw you in our club, sucking on that damn cherry from your drink.”

What?

They’d come up to me after that guy had been a little too pushy, right? I’d had a few drinks that night, so some of it was less than clear, but I’m almost positive they weren’t around for that.

“You sat all alone, looking like a fucking goddess, and you had no idea the pull you had on just about everyone. Fuck, I could have watched you eat those damn cherries all night.” He groans at the memory of it. His nails bite into my thigh, and I open my mouth to say something, but nothing comes out.

“It took every ounce of Desmond’s control not to chase down that douche-bag and lay him out,” he chuckles and shakes his head. “He banned him from the club, you know?”

My eyes go wide at the thought. I knew they had power and money, but to ban someone from somewhere feels like a lot, especially for me.

“Wh—why?” I stutter.

“Because we don’t condone that kind of behavior,” Nathan says, and I whip my head toward him. I’d been so focused on Alex that he startled me.

Being alone with them is already dangerous, but having Alex on his knees between my legs is scrambling my brain even more than usual.

Shaking my head, I let his words really sink in.

Holy shit!

When Alex said ‘our’ club earlier, I thought he was talking about a club they frequented.

Not that they owned the club!

“So what do you say, Cherry?” Alex asks, but I’m still reeling from discovering it's their club.

“You can say no, and nothing will change. This isn’t a requirement.” Nathan reassures me, and I believe him. He doesn’t seem like the type to force something on someone if they don’t want it.

But are they seriously offering me what I think they are?

They want to share me…What does that even mean? Like right now?

My cheeks heat, and I dig my nails into the soft cushion of the chair at the thought.

I don’t know if I could pretend that it wasn't appealing to me if someone held a gun to my head and told me that was the only way I could live. My body would give me away, even if I found a way to force the lie out of my mouth.

Alex’s eyes rake over me, and I know he sees my excitement at the thought, even if I can’t make myself say the words.

A smile pulls at his lips as he dips his head, his eyes never leaving mine as he presses his lips to the bare skin of my inner thigh just above my knee. It’s nothing more than a feather-light brush of his lips, but I feel it like a shock to my system. A shiver runs down my spine as his warm breath ghosts across my leg, and I can’t look away.

“Tell me to stop, Kat. All you have to do is say the word,” Alex breathes before dropping his lips to my skin again, just an inch higher.

“I’ll never forget the way you responded that night.” Another kiss. “You were so ready to please us.” Kiss. “So tell me, do you want to please us, Kat?”

His lips hover just shy of my shorts when he pulls back, and I can’t stop the whine that rips from my throat with him having been so close to where I want him. If my face wasn’t already on fire, it would be now, but I almost don’t care.

I do want that, and while I have about a million questions about all of this, they don’t feel as pressing right now knowing I could have him.

Have them.

“Yes.” My voice is hardly more than a breathy whisper, but I know he heard it. His smile grows big enough that I’m worried he’s going to hurt his cheeks, but he doesn’t seem to give a shit.

I squeak in surprise when he surges forward and presses his lips to mine before I melt into him.

I should stop him, push him off, and leave. This is not happening, and it's not okay. Nathan is my boss, and Alex is his brother; this is Nathan’s office, for crying out loud.

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