Page 24 of His Own Heaven

She wasnota girl. And she was far from good.

But he was just so damn imposing, so bossy, and that deep voice of his resonated with restrained power making every command he issued sexy as fuck.Get in the truck? Sure. Suck your cock? It would be my pleasure. Get on the bed while you stalk towards me with a riding crop in your hand and a devilish glint in your arctic eyes? Ahh, okay!

Lucy was beginning to think she’d checked her brain at the door, because what she was doing was so far off script from her usual one-night stand behaviour it wasn’t funny. She couldn’t even remember the last time she’d had a threesome, let alone one with two of the hottest men she’d ever met, both intent on pleasuring her until she screamed in ecstasy.

Had that ever happened?

And what in the ever-loving hell was she doing in her boss’s house, in her boss’s bed, with her boss and his twin brother?

Although, you know…twins. So that was one more item ticked off the ol’ fuck-et list.

Yep. She’d definitely left the smarter portion of her brain at home. It was either that or the more primal part of her brain had simply hijacked her good sense and taken advantage of the rare opportunity she’d been presented with, knowing she’d overthink it and chicken out at the last moment if it didn’t.

“I’m not your boss, Lucy… Not tonight.”

No, Tobias Bennett wasn’t her boss. Not technically, anyway. Not until she signed the employee contract on Monday morning. Until then he was just a Dom. A Dom she’d found at a freaking speed dating event, of all places, the odds of which were like finding a million-dollar diamond ring at a flea market.

She knew if she hadn’t grabbed what was probably her only chance to be with him in both hands, she’d have kicked her own arse all the way to Timbuktu while dragging the heavy weight of regret behind her.

Because, to be completely honest, her usual date night conquests tended to be vanilla through and through. There hadn’t been a single kinkster amongst them, which was just another reason why she didn’t bother going out all that much anymore.

And the local BDSM scene left much to be desired. Populated with gossips, bullies, and try-hards, it had reminded her of high school, only dressed in fishnets and black PVC corsets, like a budget production of theRocky Horror Picture Show.

The few genuine Dominants she’d met over the years had been in high demand and had made it abundantly clear she was not high on their list of priorities. So Lucy had preferred to go without rather than sit around waiting for someone to give her whatever scraps of attention they had to spare.

She’d spent enough of her life doing that, waiting for her bipolar mother and her indifferent workaholic father to acknowledge her existence.

She didn’t wait for anyone anymore.

At least that was what she liked to tell herself, and in most situations, it was true. But she was beginning to realise this was not one of those situations.

As soon as she was in position, the mattress dipped and bounced as Toby crawled into the centre of the bed and knelt behind her. Anticipation started as a tingle in the base of her spine, and she tried to guess what he’d do next.

Would he use the crop without warning and paint her arse with red stripes? Or would he spank her first, warm her flesh and give it a pink glow? How hard would he strike her? And when would he fuck her, finally filling her with that beast of a cock? All of these questions and more raced through Lucy’s head as she waited.

And waited.

Annndwaited.

Lucy knew only a minute or two had actually passed, but when the sexiest man alive was kneeling behind her, naked as the day he was born, blessed with an erection that would make the gods weep, and still not touching her, it felt like a freaking eternity.

What the hell was Toby doing back there? Was he trying to make her crazy? Was this all part of her punishment for growling at him?

She worried at her bottom lip and fought the urge to fidget.

She failed and wriggled her hips, clenched her buttocks, unsure if she was dreading the fall of the riding crop or eagerly anticipating it.

Charlie stood at the foot of the bed, his hands anchored on his slim hips, watching her squirm. “What’s wrong, beautiful? You want this?” He reached down with one hand and stroked himself. “Or something else?”

Rolling her lips between her teeth, Lucy stared at his gorgeous cock. It wasn’t as big as Toby’s, but it was still damn impressive. Bigger than average and pointed directly at her. Lucy slowly nodded, then licked her lips. Yes, she wanted it, but he stood too far back for her to have it.

Flicking her gaze upwards, she caught sight of Charlie’s grin, that sexy-as-fuck smile that made her feel pretty just because it was aimed at her. She wondered how a man with a smile like that wasn’t drowning in pussy and needed something as pedestrian as speed dating, the last refuge of the lonely and desperate.

But when she opened her mouth to speak, she felt the first lick of fire against her arse and screamed instead.

“I think five should do the trick, don’t you?” Toby said from behind her, followed by, “Charlie, put something in her mouth to keep her quiet.”

His brother winked at her, then stepped closer. “Open up, Lucy. Show me how you made my brother come.” Gripping her chin between his thumb and forefinger, he added, “No biting.”

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