Page 51 of High Stakes

I raise an eyebrow. “Name it.”

“Owen told me something last night.”

“This ought to be good.”

His lips twitch into an almost-smile. “Do you really have a fantasy of being topped by two Doms?”

My face must be the same shade as the tomato on my sandwich for how hot it is. “I can’t believe he told you that.”

“Vixen, you all but told us both you want a threesome. You had to expect that we would compare notes.”

I shift my keyboard and mouse over and pull the plate in front of me. “If that’s what it takes to get you two talking, I guess I’ll live with the embarrassment.” Truthfully, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about having the two of them at the same time since yesterday, and it made for more interesting dreams last night.

“So, it’s true?”

My knee bounces of its own accord, and I drum my fingers nervously against the desk. Saying I’ll live with the embarrassment is one thing. Actually answer his question? A lot harder. But I close my eyes and take a chance that honesty will pay off. “Yes. It’s true.”

“And is that something you had in mind for us when you brought up the idea of the three of us together?”

I bite my lip. He’s staring at me like an expectant Dom waiting for his sub to answer a question that might get her in trouble if she answers it wrong. It’s doing things to me. Things I wasn’t expecting.

“Maybe.”

He shakes his head. “Not good enough. I need a definitive answer.”

“Yes.”

He sits back in the chair and pulls his phone out, and I assume he’s being interrupted by a phone call. But he taps the screen a few times and tucks it back into his pocket. When he looks at me again, his entire demeanor has shifted, and my heart leaps into my throat.

“Stand up and come here.”

His command throws me off guard, but I’m completely turned on by this shift into full-blown Dom mode, and my instincts tell me to play along, so I obey.

He jerks his head at my desk. “Sit up there.”

I frown. “Tobias, what are you doing?”

He says nothing, simply looks at me as if to say, “I gave you an order.”

My insides twist with excitement, and I can’t help but obey.

“Spread your legs for me.”

My heart is racing, but I comply, and he stands between my spread thighs and puts a hand on each.

“Now tell me about your fantasy.”

“Now?” I squeak.

“Now. If I’m going to be one of the Doms in this little fantasy, I need to learn what you’re looking for.”

Holy shit. Is this really happening? It’s my dream and my nightmare combined into one.

“I… want to see two personalities. One kind and tender, one… not so much.”

He lifts an eyebrow. “And which role do I play?”

A nervous laugh escapes my throat. “It’s hard to say. You’re difficult to read. You seem like an asshole sometimes, so perhaps that’s your role. But I know Owen’s personality, and he can be an asshole, too.”

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