“Shh.” His scent hit her before her brain registered anything else, a hint of aftershave and fresh laundry. Ren. His lips landed on her bare shoulder. “Holy fuck, you look hot.”
She closed her eyes and groaned. “What are you boys up to?”
“No good. Always no good.” He planted kisses along her skin, making a trail of tingly heat track down her spine.
The sound of a lock turning over was loud in the quiet space but only made her heart beat faster. All of her co-workers and her mother were only a few yards outside that door. Somehow that was terrifying and hot all at once.
Hayes stepped in front of her, his heat registering before she even opened her eyes. He’d clicked on a bare bulb and soft yellow light filled the small room, bringing into view carpeted red walls and more empty space.
Hayes gazed down at her and cupped her chin. “No one saw us come in here. And Ren bribed the bartender for the key. No one can get in.”
She licked her lips. “Y’all are very bad men.”
“The worst,” Ren said, turning her toward him. His gaze ate her up as she took her own fill of seeing him in his tux. Goddamn, he looked good. He brushed the back of his hand over her breast, the lack of bra making her nipples go hard and sensitive instantly. “But you’re no angel yourself.”
“Definitely not.” His face was half in darkness and it reminded her of the first time she’d seen him, that air of dominance and mystery swirling around him. But now he was hers. She got to be the one to know his secrets. And he knew hers. “So why did y’all drag me into a dark closet? Finally decided you’re done with me and need a good place to hide the body?”
Ren’s lips curled. “Such a cop. Always thinking about bodies.”
“I’m thinking about bodies,” Hayes said from behind her, his fingers teasing at the base of her spine. “Two in particular.”
“I wanted to bring you here,” Ren said, his eyes holding her gaze. “Because I once was at this boring party. And there was this amazing girl who watched me do bad things in a hallway. Who looked at me with such honest, naked intensity that I couldn’t turn away. I wanted her so much. So much more than anything that was happening at the moment. But she was my Cinderella who ran without even leaving a glass slipper behind. I thought I’d never see her again. Then she walked into my office. I’m not sure I believed in fate until that day. Or if I did, I thought fate was a sadistic bastard.”
Cora’s chest squeezed tight.
“And I promised myself when she walked back into our lives that I wouldn’t let her slip through my fingers again. That if she’d let me, one day I’d answer that plea she’d had in her eyes that night in the hallway. That I’d have her just like that. Sneaking away at a party and giving her all the things I knew how to give.” He slid his hand around her hip and pulled her to him. “But I realize now that she wasn’t the one needing things. I was. We were. And she gave those things to us. Somehow in all the chaos, fate decided to make us the luckiest bastards around.”
“Ren . . .” Her heart swelled in her chest and before she could respond further, Ren leaned down and kissed her. Long and deep and like they had all the time in the world. Maybe they did. The party outside didn’t exist. Nothing else mattered but this moment. These men. Their love. And she felt herself falling into the swirl of sensation. Ren’s mouth, his hand kneading her neck, and Hayes not far behind her, holding her waist, his breath warm against her hair.
When Ren moved down to kissing her neck, Cora tipped her head back and Hayes unfastened the hook holding her top together. She didn’t startle or falter or entertain any worries. The trust was absolute. They would protect her. She was safe. The halter fell to her waist, the belt on the jumpsuit the only thing holding the outfit on, and cool air moved over her exposed breasts, making everything hypersensitive.
“So beautiful,” Hayes murmured as he slid his hands around her and cupped her breasts, plumping them for Ren’s mouth.
Cora couldn’t help but glance down, seeing Hayes’s hands holding her, Ren’s tongue gliding along her flesh and kissing the tips of Hayes’s fingers. The two men in sync, always. Just the sight was enough to make her squirm in need, her temperature spiking.
“She needs to stay still,” Ren said against her skin. “Fasten her wrists.”
Hayes’s hands slid away from her breasts and grabbed her wrists. “Hands over your head, L.”
Her blood pumped hot as she lifted her arms. Hayes messed with something behind her, a bag, and then hooked leather cuff
s around her, securing her to one of the coat rods. She tugged at the bindings. The rod was solid as steel, not some flimsy thing from a home closet. This one was meant to hold many heavy winter coats. Or a woman.
The state of things sent a thrill through her, making her skin prickle with awareness. They’d played a lot in the months they’d been together but always at the house or her place. And rarely with bondage. The new elements were ratcheting up her arousal.
“Safe word,” Hayes said, tracking his hands down over her ribs.
“Red.”
“Good girl.” His voice had gone low and rumbly. “Strip her the rest of the way.”
Ren gave her a wicked smile and unfastened her belt. Then, he carefully slid her jumpsuit down over her hips and off. He laid it over a stool shoved in the corner before coming back to dispose of her panties.
Before long, she was cuffed to the bar and bare, standing under the lone light bulb. The bar was high and she had to rock onto her toes a bit to maintain her balance. She swallowed hard. “Y’all plan on interrogating me? Who’s going to play bad cop?”
“No need to interrogate. You’d give up all your secrets, L.” Hayes pressed his clothed body to her, letting her feel his thick erection, and then reached around to slide his fingers between her legs. He grunted in satisfaction. She was slick and hot already, the touch lighting her aflame. “All I’d have to do is promise to touch you right here or taste you, and all the information would be mine.”
She groaned at the touch, pushing higher onto her toes with the force of the need going through her. “Good thing I really wasn’t an international spy.”