Page 10 of Icing on Top
I gulped. Ben was rock-hard inside his pants. I couldn’t stop myself as my hand trailed down this length, getting a better feel of his penis. He was big, far bigger than Paul.
Ben moaned and thrust himself against my hand. My eyes widened and met his as he watched me. Ben reached out and gripped the back of my neck, dragging my face closer to his and capturing my lips in a hungry kiss. He nipped lightly at my bottom lip before coaxing it open to slide his tongue inside. I whimpered as Ben claimed my mouth confidently. The kiss softened before he slowly retreated.
“I know I started it, but if you don’t let go of my cock I’m going to have to spread you across this table and eat you up bite by sweet bite,” he said against my lips.
I realized I still had a death grip on him and immediately ripped my hand back, making him chuckle.
“Listen, Nova,” he said softly, his fingers tracing patterns on my neck, making me squirm. “Everyone could lose a few pounds, but only if it makes you feel better about yourself. I think you’re beautiful just the way you are, but if that interests you, I’m happy to help. We could work out together if you want. I won’t miss an opportunity to see you in tight workout clothes. I can even get you a prototype of our new health tracker for beta testing if you would like.”
His words flattered me, and the steel snake in his pants was indisputable proof of his attraction. He made me feel desired; I hadn’t felt that in quite some time. “I think I would like that,” I answered honestly.
“I’ll take care of it then,” he replied. He kissed my forehead and then stepped back to put some much-needed distance between us before I let him do whatever he wanted to me. Ben pulled out a pen and held it out to me. “Ready to sign?”
Nodding, I turned to the abandoned envelope and removed the contract. I read through it quickly, seeing everything was in order, and signed both copies. Sliding one of the copies back into the envelope, I handed it to him with his pen. He grinned at me as he took them.
“As much as I’d like to stay and play, I have to return to work,” he said reluctantly. I nodded, and he bent down to steal a quick kiss. He winked at me and swatted my ass with the envelope as he walked past me. “I’ll be in touch,” he said as he left.
I slumped against the work table and let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. Holy fuck was I out of my league with these men. And if I understood correctly, all three were interested inthis being a more physical arrangement. They wanted to share me. What did that even mean? Share as individuals... or as a... group? I fanned my face with my hand as I thought about being the center of that grouping.
A throat cleared, and I looked toward the door to see Stef standing half in the kitchen with a smug look. “Uh-huh. Platonic, my ass.” She returned to the front, closing the door before I could reply.
I was pretty sure she was right. Platonic had just flown out the window. I tried to shake off all the butterflies as I returned to my cupcakes. As I worked, my mind drifted to ideas of our first Christmas tradition now that we signed the contract.
I haven’t heard from any of them since Ben’s visit. Monday morning, I was working up the courage to ask them if they were free that night for dinner, Christmas cookie baking, and a Christmas movie. I dialed the number on the contract and worried my bottom lip between my teeth as I waited for someone to answer.
“Triple Tech, this is Joel speaking. How may I help you?”
I had expected the number to belong to one of them and was slightly taken aback by someone else answering.
“Hello?”
“Sorry,” I said. “Can I speak to Lincoln, Benjamin, or Grant?”
“They’re in a meeting. I’m their assistant. I can help you.”
“Oh, well, ok. My name is Nova Lane. I was calling to see if they were free for Christmas cookies and—“
“Just send us two dozen cookies and instructions on where to donate,” Joel interrupted.
“Oh, I think you misunderstood me,” I explained.
“Listen, I don’t mean to be rude, but they are very busy and don’t have time to waste talking about Christmas cookies. Have a nice day.” Joel hung up before I could utter another syllable, and I stared at my phone dumbfounded.
God, I felt like an idiot. Why did I think they would be free last minute to spend time with me doing something so trivial? The next time I spoke to one of them, we would have to discuss the parameters of our arrangement and when they would be available. Just because they agreed to do these things with me doesn’t mean they will drop whatever they are doing to do them.
Christmas Cookies
Grant
33 Days Until New Year’s Eve
We sat in the conference room, reviewing the launch schedule and the big sponsor we had lined up to market it. This would be one of our biggest launches, and everything had to be perfect.
“We’re in the last stages of testing,” Ben reported. “So far, everything seems to be working seamlessly.”
I nodded as I reviewed the latest financial report before relaying it to them. As the Chief Financial Officer, it was my job to keep track of the money we were spending and how it was projected to give us positive returns. “And how are we doing withMidland Sports Media?” I asked Lincoln. MSM was our biggest sponsor for this launch, and getting them to confirm their sponsorship proved tricky. We needed them for the publicity they would bring to the tracker by putting it on the wrist of all of their athletes, and they knew it.
“As of right now, we’re back on track as planned. That doesn’t mean that they won’t try to squeeze us some more before the launch, though,” Linc sighed. “They have a new guy calling the shots over there, and it seems like he’s trying to make a big splash on the first jump. We may need to discuss where to draw the line soon.”
