Page 63 of Beneath the Blindfold

Joseph mistook my silence for hesitation. “I understand there’s a power dynamic here. I’m your employer, but I promise you, you can say no without it impacting your job. No matter what happens, this stays between us, here in this room. And if you’re uncomfortable with sharing her, take me out of the equation.” His mouth quirked into a half-smile. “I’m happy to watch.”

The image flashed through my head. I had Noemi naked and bent over the desk, fucking her from behind while Joseph was perched in his office chair, supervising the whole thing. Would he critique me the same way he did when I was tending his bar?

Fuck, the idea was hot. But . . .

His head tilted as he studied me now. “Did I get this wrong? Usually, I’m really fucking good at reading people. I was confident you’d be into this.”

Finally, I found my voice. “Yeah, well . . . you caught me by surprise.”

He nodded and waited patiently, giving me time to wrap my head around his wild offer.

I’d be an idiot not to consider the downsides. I’d never had more than one partner at a time, and Joseph and Noemi were in a committed relationship. What if one of them got jealous? He said everything stayed in this room, but how could it not change things?

But maybe that was already done. From this moment forward, things would be different regardless of what happened.

He’d always be the dude who offered to let me screw his girlfriend, and possibly him too.

Joseph ran a hand down the line of buttons on his shirt, giving me a flash of the expensive watch on his wrist. He drove a nice car, ran several successful businesses, and had a lot of money. People who didn’t recognize the couple and saw the large age gap would likely assume Noemi was a golddigger. But all his money was pocket change to his heiress girlfriend. Noemi’s family was one of the wealthiest in Chicago.

He loaded his tone with persuasion. “You want to say yes, Dylan. I see it all over your face. What’s stopping you?”

I smoothed my palms over the jeans covering my thighs. “What if one of you gets jealous?”

He let out a soft, amused laugh. “That didn’t happen the last time we played with someone.” His smile widened. “Or the time before that.” He straightened in his seat and turned serious. “I get the concern, but Noemi and I are rock solid. We both see thisas sex and nothing more. Also, just so we’re upfront, this would be a one-time only deal. We aren’t looking to add a third into our relationship.”

His matter-of-fact delivery was like he was scheduling a shift and not a freaking threesome. It made me wonder just how many times he’d done this before.

“What else is giving you pause?” he asked.

My heart beat chaotically in my chest, distracting me and making me honest.“So, I’ve only been with a few guys before, and don’t take this the wrong way, but you seem like you might be a lot for me.”

That surprised him, but he nodded. “For some people, that’s true.” He looked thoughtful. “It depends on how much you need to be in control.”

I stiffened. “Meaning?”

“I’m not just a top, I’m a dominant. I’ll need to be in charge of the scene, and that’s . . . not negotiable. I don’t take commands, Dylan. I give them.”

There was a dark, sinful authority to his voice, and I had to steel myself not to let its effect show. Because the sound of it made my dick twitch.

“You won’t have a problem taking orders from me though, will you?” His powerful gaze locked onto mine, not allowing me to look anywhere else. “In fact, I bet you’d like it.”

Yes,a voice in my head whispered.

I’d never thought much about it before. With girls, I usually was the one to take the lead, and with guys . . . well, my past few partners had been as evenly matched as I was when it came to initiating.

I hadn’t let someone else be in charge or surrendered my control, but—fuck me.

The idea wasappealing.

It’d take the guessing out of it, so all I’d have to do was say yes or no. And that? It was the final push I needed to get on board. I loved sex, they were both attractive, and when would I ever get an opportunity like this again?

“I would like it,” I said.

“Does that mean you’re accepting the offer?”

My voice was surprisingly sure. “Yeah.”

The pleased look that overtook his expression made me swallow hard. He was at least fifteen years older than I was, and obviously had more experience, so I should have been nervous that I was getting in over my head.

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