Page 11 of Sex, Lies, & Techy Guys (Love on the Sunshine Coast)

I worry my lower lip.

“I’ll talk to Kyle if you say yes. But don’t worry, he’s attracted to you. And we would be discreet.”

He intertwines his fingers with mine.

“Is that a yes?” There’s no pressure in his tone but his thickening cock betrays his calmness.

I nod. The reality of what I’m agreeing to swirls to life inside of me. A night of pleasure. A night of total abandon. A carefree night before I find out the likelihood that I’ll end up going to jail.

CHAPTER 5

kyle

After repairing the pipe, I return to my desk and finish recording the train of thought that had been derailed by the ceiling caving in. I can’t believe Lance is insisting we stay here and that we’ll also repair the sheetrock, texture, and paint. Or why the fuck he wants to help her when she said she has a reliable plumber.

And yet, part of me understands what he’s doing. He’s enamored by her. I’m right there with him. The way she’s looked at both of us is unnerving. It was as if she could read every sexual thought I was having about her. I’ve never met a woman that seemed so in touch with what she wants.

But we’re here as tenants and I won’t confuse our relationship. Although Lance has done more than blur that line. It crossed my mind at first that he might get us kicked out but she doesn’t seem intimidated. At all.

She stumbles on her words sometimes but she comes right back at it like she wants it.

Lance bolts into the room, slings the door shut, then turns his chair backwards and straddles it. “Dude, you’re not gonna believe this.”

“What could you possibly have to say that could top renting a room, doing the repairs, and insisting that we sleep together? Do you remember we have a client and his name is Tony Albrecht, the billionaire, not Penny Anderson, the sexy innkeeper?” Not to mention that we’re both attracted to her and that would be an issue in itself to sort out.

“I do. But we’re both so fucking distracted by Penny, we’ve got to blow off some of this steam. Here’s the deal—”

Throwing my hands up, I say, “No, there’s no deal. We’re going to stay focused on work. I told you on the drive to the hardware store that I’d help you fix the pipe and nothing more. Any other home improvements are on your own time.”

“This isn’t a home improvement. You’re not going to believe what she just agreed to.”

“What?” I’ve known Lance as long as I can remember and I’ve never seen him quite like this. If only he was this enthusiastic about getting proof for our client.

“A fucking threesome.”

I don’t even know what to do with the words. A fucking dream but it’s not right, is it? Traditional relationships are all I’ve ever known. A threesome? “I don’t know. You…wait, she agreed?”

“Yeah.” He shrugs.

“What the hell? Since when do you go around asking people if they want to have threesomes?”

“I told her there was no way we’d make her sleep on the couch, then I ran with it.”

“Aren’t there other options like staying somewhere else?” My rational side is steeling my expression but I’m intrigued.

“Even if we could find a room that wasn’t booked already, that is seriously missing the point.”

I drag my hands over my face and sigh in exasperation, but also anticipation and curiosity. Who hasn’t imagined a threesome? What’s the worst case? It goes wrong and we leave? I pace the room.

What am I missing? “We don’t know anything about her and she doesn’t know anything about us.”

“It’s perfect, right? I wanted to ask her out then I realized you did too even if you wouldn’t admit it.”

“She seems so nice.” My cock strains against my jeans. She’s not just nice, she’s gone above and beyond as a bed and breakfast owner. She’s a great cook. And while I sense that she’s hiding something, it’s not like we aren’t.

“Being nice is a problem? Do you want to have a threesome with a total bitch?”

“No, that’s not what I’m saying.”

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