Her sex clenched at the thought and she groaned. It’d been almost two weeks since she’d touched herself. She usually reserved that for nights with Dmitry, but the game had been down. And right now, there was only one man in her head and he was flesh and blood, not a cartoon character, not an imaginary ideal.
Ren, with his dark eyes and wicked smile. Ren, whose hands were talented enough to create entire universes from his imagination. Ren, who’d let her watch him command another woman.
The last thought should’ve rankled, but it only dialed her temperature up more. Watching him take control had been one of the hottest experiences of her life. That taste of the forbidden shared among them all. What would that be like for real? To have all players in on the game?
Without reaching for it, the thought of Hayes slipped into her head. He’d said he and Ren had shared women once upon a time. When he’d admitted that, her libido had given her a hard kick, one completely inappropriate for the conversation at the time, but potent nonetheless.
Ren and Hayes were intimidating and sexy on their own, but together? Jesus. Could a woman even survive that? And how did it work? Did they pass the woman back and forth? Take her at the same time? Mouths and hands everywhere? Or did the guys touch and stroke each other, too?
Oh, fuck. Her brain tried to implode at that erotic thought and her sex turned into a pounding fist between her legs. Demanding. Insistent.
Cora gave up the fight and let her hand slide down her body, pressing where she was now throbbing and wet. She traced her fingers over the thin fabric of her panties, closing her eyes, and imagining Ren’s hands there, Hayes’s mouth. Or maybe both of their mouths, tongues tasting her and each other. What would it feel like to give over to them so completely? To get lost in all that desire?
Sensation curled through her as the fantasy played out in her head like a movie. She was back at work. But instead of her going to Ren’s office like she had tonight, Ren and Hayes have come to hers.
She’s at her desk, working, stressed. She doesn’t hear them come in. She doesn’t realize that she isn’t alone anymore until hands slide onto her shoulders.
She jolts but doesn’t move. She can smell Ren’s scent, knows it’s him.
He squeezes her shoulders. “Going for Employee of the Year in your first week, Benning?”
Her heart picks up speed at the simple touch, the sound of that smooth voice against her ears. “Is there a prize for that?”
“Yes, but you’re going to need to do a lot more than this to earn it,” says Hayes. “We don’t give out rewards easily. You may have to work all night.”
She swallows, closes her eyes, nerves and anticipation in her belly. “I think maybe I should go home.”
“I didn’t ask you what you think.” Ren spins her around in her chair and pulls her to a stand. His eyes have that dark sparkle. The look from the party. And Hayes is right behind him, standing there like a stoic bodyguard, an immovable force. “You’ve stayed late. There’s no one else here and there’s still work to be done. Maybe if you do a good job, we’ll let you leave.”
“You can’t make me stay here.” The words come out in a rush, but in her gut, she feels that flurry of excitement, the appeal of the danger. She’s at the mercy of these two men.
Ren smiles. “Of course we can. We’re the only ones with the key to get out. And I don’t feel so inclined to give you that key yet.”
She closes her eyes. “What do you want for it?”
“I can think of a few things. I’m sure Hayes can, too.”
“Oh, I’ve got quite a list,” Hayes says.
“I want to leave.”
Ren’s hand slides down her hip and then finds the button on her jeans. He slowly drags down the zipper and steps behind her. “No you don’t. Maybe we should let Hayes get a little peek of how bad of a liar you are.”
Her eyes meet Hayes’s stare. There’s fire burning there. The desperate need of a man who doesn’t let himself off leash anymore.
Then Ren’s tugging her jeans over her hips. The cool air hits her hot skin as her panties are exposed to them both. Her legs are trapped together at the knees and Ren’s fingers are tracing down, down, down until he finds her heat. Her obvious arousal gives her away. The blatant wetness staining the cotton fabric. She wants this. They both know it. Ren shoves her underwear aside and plunges two long fingers inside her.
She cries out from the shock and the pleasure of it.
Hayes’s stare hasn’t left her body and now he reaches down and adjusts the erection growing behind the fly of his jeans. He steps forward and crouches down to tug off her jeans. The panties are yanked away with them.
Now she’s bared and spread, Ren’s tan fingers disappearing into her cunt as Hayes kneels in front of the two of them, his gaze riveted on the slick state of her.
“I need to taste her,” Hayes says in that gruff voice he has. “Spread her open for me.”
Ren guides her back at that and sits on her desk, dragging her onto his lap and hooking her ankles with his. He spreads his legs, forcing hers to open like a book—a very X-rated book. The hard state of Ren’s cock is pressing into her backside and she can’t help but rub her ass against it. She needs some relief. She needs something.
But she doesn’t have to wait long because Hayes moves forward and braces his hands on her thighs. Ren’s fingers stroke her labia, displaying her for Hayes. “Look how fucking sexy she is.” He spreads her obvious arousal over her flesh. “You’re so needy for this, aren’t you? Such a dirty girl. Taste her, Fox.”