Page 60 of Beneficial Misfortune

But despite that, I can’t make myself stop kissing him, can’t possibly push him away, and I can’t stop the wetness that’sdamn near soaking my shorts knowing I have Alex kissing me while I still feel Nathan’s eyes on me.

Alex’s hands move up my legs, over my waist, up to my breasts, and my breath catches, feeling him touching me even with the thin layer of fabric still between us. I haven’t been with anyone since him and Desmond all those months ago, and my hands never feel this good.

“So fucking eager,” Alex says with his lips still pressed to mine, and I can feel his smile.

He pulls back, and I fight to peel my eyes open to find him looking over his shoulder at Nathan, who is looking very intensely at us.

“Didn’t I tell you she was so receptive?” he doesn’t wait for an answer, instead turning back to me with that shit-eating grin still in place.

“Such a good girl for us.”

Fuck, that shouldn’t be so hot, but between his smirk and his words, I feel like I could melt into a puddle right here and now.

“Isn’t she such a good girl, brother?” Alex’s question has my eyes darting back to Nathan over his shoulder, wanting to know what he thinks. Before this, I would have told you I didn’t give a shit if a grown man thought I was a good girl or not.

Now, I think that might be a lie.

Nathan doesn’t respond, and I have to fight back the urge to pout over his lack of reassurance.

“Awe, don’t worry, Cherry, it’s not you, it’s him,” Alex assures me as his fingers find their way under my shirt before he pushes it up, exposing the fact that I’m not wearing anything underneath. My face heats being on display for both of them like this, so raw and open, but I fight the urge to cover myself, instead watching Nathan as his eyes move over my chest with a heat in his eyes I’ve never seen before.

“Yes, see, he wants you. How could anyone resist you? You’re just so fucking delicious.” He leans in, quickly sucking one of my nipples into his mouth before he lets it drop just as quickly. I let out a high-pitched moan that’s half from shock and half from the intense pleasure.

“What do you say we give him a little show, Cherry? I think he could use a good show, he works so much after all. There’s no way he’s had any good quality time with a woman in a while.”

Nathan’s eyes narrow at the back of Alex’s head, but he doesn’t correct him or say anything against his suggestion.

Wrapping his arm around my waist, Alex easily pulls me up to stand so that we’re chest to chest. His finger hooks under my chin, forcing my head back so that my eyes meet his.

“I’m going to fuck you, and he’s going to watch, Cherry. Do you understand?” My eyes go wide at his words, and he chuckles, no doubt seeing my reaction as he stares down at me, but I can’t help it.

He didn’t just say that, did he? No, I had to have heard him wrong.

Before I can overthink it anymore, Alex’s hand tangles in the hair at the base of my neck. Holding me still, he steps to the side, leaving me on full display for Nathan, who still sits at his desk. I’m shirtless and so damn wet that I’m almost positive he can see the evidence of it on my shorts.

“Ah, ah, ah. We aren’t going to do that.” Alex swats my hands away as I attempt to cover myself, and I’d love to give him the stink eye, but his hold on my hair keeps my gaze firmly on Nathan. “Don’t deny him the chance to see you, Cherry. That kind of torture would be cruel when he’s so clearly begging for it.”

Alex walks me forward toward Nathan’s desk until my thighs brush the edge of the wood, and I suck in a sharp breath as Nathan leans forward in his chair. Until now, I hadn’t been surehe was into this the way Alex said he was. Hell, I’m still not totally sold; maybe what I’d thought was lust burning in his eyes is something else entirely, and I’m only seeing what I want to see?

Alex releases my hair, but I don’t move. I mean, I might be a bit uncomfortable under Nathan’s gaze, but it’s also exhilarating knowing I have his attention solely to myself. A man as powerful and attractive as him, well, that could give a girl an ego, that’s for sure. Not to mention, Alex stands close enough behind me that I wouldn’t make it far, and as I hear the rustle of his clothes behind me, well, suddenly, I’m not sure I’d want to make it anywhere.

No, my embarrassment can take a back seat right now because I know what it’s like to be with Alex. I know exactly what I’ve been missing, and I’m not prepared to give that up. I already did once, and I was wrong. I might very well combust if I tried to leave right now.

I hear the sound of what I can only assume is Alex’s pants hitting the floor behind me, and I want to turn around so badly. I’m not sure when I became this needy, but it’s almost as if I’m no longer thinking with my brain. If it wasn’t for Nathan’s icy blue eyes holding me in place, I might already be on my knees for Alex.

Alex moves up behind me, and I shiver at the feeling of his cock as it presses into my lower back, the warmth of his skin on mine. Fuck, I need him to fuck me like right now before I resort to begging.

He’s taller than me; they all are, and that might just make this angle a little harder for him, but I know he’ll figure it out. He and Desmond had no issues lifting me every which way they wanted me that one night.

“You see, brother, this is why I always tell you that you have too much stuff on your desk. You never know when you couldbenefit from having more room.” No sooner are the words out of his mouth than Nathan clears it.

In one swift movement, he sweeps his arm across the desk, knocking everything from papers and pens to his whole PC to the ground with a bang that makes me flinch but doesn’t seem to phase either of them.

“See, he’s dying to see you.” His words roll over my neck before he presses a kiss to the sensitive skin right behind my ear. “I bet he can’t wait to taste you, Cherry.” His tongue moves along the sensitive skin, and my eyes fall closed, my head falling back against his chest in bliss.

His hand moves down my stomach, sliding past my waistband, down between my legs, where he trails a finger through the wetness that’s gathered there, and I hear the deep grumble in his chest as much as I feel it.

“So fucking wet, Cherry. Is this for me? For us?”

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