He crouched down in front of her, making a show of pulling the pins from her hair. “Call your safe word, Charlotte.”
“What?” she whispered.
“There’s nothing I’d rather do right now than take advantage of that pretty mouth of yours, but Grant doesn’t want this. I don’t know why he’s doing it—maybe because he thinks you want it—but he flinches every time I touch you.”Author: Roni Loren
The revelation tugged at her, making warmth of a different kind snake through her. Kade stood and went for the buckle of his pants, taking his time pulling the belt free. Grant took his place behind her again, his palms stroking along her hips. “You look delicious tied up like this, sweet Charlotte. You’re about to make the two of us very happy.”
Words seemed clogged in her throat, but when Kade dragged his zipper down, Charli found her voice. “Yellow!”
Grant’s hands froze in place and Kade backed up a step.
“Charli, what’s wrong?” Grant asked, his concern evident.
She tried to look behind her, a feat with her hands behind her back, but she managed to catch his eye. “Please, Grant. It’s okay that Kade is here, but I don’t want anyone inside me except you.”
As soon as the words were out, she knew them to be true. She wasn’t simply saying them for Grant’s benefit.
He stared at her for a moment, the blue of his eyes swirling with an indecipherable concoction of emotions. Then his eyes crinkled at the corners, an invisible smile. “You got it, darlin’.”
His lips hadn’t curved, but she’d seen the pleasure there and couldn’t help the ridiculous little leap of her heart.
Grant quickly unbound her hands and flipped her onto her back, his expression almost reverent. “It was brave to call your word. Thank you for letting me know. You sure you’re okay with everything else?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl.” He yanked at her shirt, pulling it open wide, the buttons plinking onto the desktop and floor, and unclasped her front-hook bra. “Then let’s at least give our friend something to look at while he takes care of that hard-on you caused.”
Kade moved to the side of her desk, looming over her on the left. She looked up at him, silently thanking him, but the concerned-friend expression had evaporated. His blue eyes darkened as his gaze raked over her with uninhibited male appreciation. The look alone raised goose bumps on her skin. Kade may be a nice guy and a friend to Grant, but there was no doubt an intense dominance ran right beneath that layer. Kade freed his cock from his boxers and stroked up the length, spreading the bead of moisture on the tip with his thumb and not taking his eyes off her.
Grant set something on the desk next to her and in front of Kade. Lube. Kade squirted some in his palm, then glossed his shaft until it was thick and pink. The sight riveted Charli. She’d never watched a guy jerk off before and hadn’t imagined how freaking hot it could be to see a man taking his own pleasure. The fact that he was still wearing a full suit only added to the effect.
Grant’s fingers spread her, finding her soaked. “I think she likes the show, Vandergriff. Dirty girl.”
“The show ain’t so bad from my perspective either,” Kade said, his hand slowly working up and down, like he was taking his good, sweet time.
“It’s about to get better.” Grant flipped open the cap of the lube.
Charli’s attention snapped toward Grant. Was he going to jerk off, too? Because even though she’d love to see that one day, she may fucking die if he wasn’t inside her soon. Her body could only handle so much deprivation.
His smile was wicked, a dark promise. “Don’t worry, darlin’, I’m going to take good care of you. But I like seeing that panic in your eyes at the thought of me not fucking you.”
He tugged off her shoes and pushed her heels onto the edge of the desk, spreading her fully, then brushed a teasing finger over her back entrance. An involuntary moan slipped past her lips.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” Grant said, his finger applying gentle pressure now. “You’ve ever been taken here, Ms. Beaumonde?”
“No,” she said, gasping as his well-lubed finger slipped past the resistance. “Oh, God.”
With slow, deliberate motion, he pumped his finger inside her ass, lighting up nerves she didn’t even know she had. Edgy sensation made her squirm. She arched her hips, not sure if she needed less or more.
“Touch your clit, sweet girl,” Grant directed in a pied-piper tone, daring her to trust his guidance. “The stimulation will chase away any discomfort and turn into something I think you’ll thoroughly appreciate.”
Don’t think, just do. She brought her fingers to her sex, stroking herself the way she liked and brought her other hand to her breast, drawing her nipple between her fingers.
A soft groan sounded in her ears—Kade. “Fuck, she’s sexy.”
“That she is,” Grant said, satisfaction underscoring his words. “Stay relaxed for me, Charlotte.”
She hardly heard his instruction, the pleasure winding through her body and weighing her down, pulling her under. She touched herself without shame, not caring that two men were watching. She felt sensual and beautiful and more confident in her sexuality than she could ever remember feeling.