Page 69 of Beneficial Misfortune

With a groan, he pulls away but doesn’t let me go, instead resting his head against mine.

“Why didn’t you call?” His voice is low, and his words sound almost pained.

I’d been in a sense of bliss from his kiss, but it quickly melts away as I peel open my eyes and see the pain in his as he looks down at me.

I reach up, cupping his cheek, and he leans into my touch. Last night, when Alex asked me the same question, I was afraid to answer. I’d felt silly, stupid even, and worried about what he might say. I knew I was wrong after I saw them here the first night, but I’d convinced myself to let them go, thinking what we did was wrong.

Just like Alex had, he listens, and I don’t see any judgment.

“God, I could beat his ass,” he says with a chuckle, shaking his head.

I open my mouth to tell him it was my fault and to leave Alex alone, but before I can get a word out, his lips are once again on mine. He takes full advantage of my open mouth, pressing his tongue into mine as his hand moves down from my waist to grip my ass.

“Whose ass are you going to beat, boy? Because only one seems important right now.”

A low growl sounds in Desmond’s throat, vibrating my lips.

“Yours, old man. You had your turn with her earlier. Now it’s mine. Get lost.”

Alex laughs. There's no real bite in Desmond’s words, but it catches me off guard all the same.

“If you wanted alone time, you should have closed the door.”

I hear the door click and realize that in my shock at finding him, I hadn’t shut it. Anyone could have walked by and seen us, and clearly, Alex did.

Shit, what if Addison had seen us? How would we explain this to her?

“Stop thinking so much, Cherry,” Alex whispers, his lips grazing the shell of my ear, and I shiver.

When had he gotten so close?

Desmond has yet to let me go, but I’m not sure I could face Alex right now. Just standing between them like this has me on edge. All I can think about is how amazing it was to be between them the last time. His hand is still firmly gripping my ass when Alex bends down to rest his chin on my shoulder, and his hands drop to my hips.

“The most beautiful color,” Alex all but purrs, and I can feel his eyes on me, no doubt seeing my flaming face, though I don’t meet his gaze.

“There’s no way you guys had a meeting, and you didn’t have her all night. Share.” Desmond says, trying to pull me closer against him. It’s not possible though; we're already only separated by the clothes between us.

“I have no problem sharing,” Alex teases, making Desmond groan in annoyance. “You should be thanking me. I’m the one who made your father call the meeting last night, and I think I was very persuasive.” Alex drops light, open-mouth kisses up my neck as he talks, and I can’t stop the shiver that racks through my body.

Desmond is quiet, and for a moment, I worry this will be the first glimpse of jealousy between them before he huffs, and I know he’s going to cave even before he says anything.

“Fine, but on one condition.” I can’t help but look up at him now, hearing the humor in his words. The second our eyes meet, I regret it. There’s so much heat there, so much hunger.

I’m already so turned on that I feel like I could explode, and we’re all fully clothed. I clench my thighs together, trying to fightagainst the intense need to be filled and feel his fingers as they dig even further into my skin.

“You have to tell me all about your meeting last night.”

My breath hitches at his words, as I vividly remember what happened. The way Alex fucked me on the desk and Nathan–Desmond’s father!–watched us.

Alex presses up against my ass, and it’s impossible to miss the feeling of his hard cock, even through our clothes.

“Deal.”

Chapter 22

“Last night, your old man agreed to let me bring her down to the office to talk about the possibility of sharing her.”

“Which she clearly agreed to,” Desmond says, his voice full of sarcasm, and I imagine he’s rolled his eyes too. It’d be funny if I weren’t so outside of my comfort zone with them right now.

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