“Betraying?” she blurted. “I would never—”
“I know that,” Ren said. “But he doesn’t. If he did, I have no doubt that he would’ve been pursuing you from day one. Tell me I’m wrong, Hayes.”
Hayes’s jaw ticked. “I’m not going to lie to her.”
Cora’s lips parted.
“And right now,” Ren said, his voice a low song against her ear, “he’s probably desperately wishing that I would touch you, that I would show him what I want to do to you. He’d probably want to tell me exactly how to tease you, how to make you beg, how to make you come.”
She sucked in a breath and her skin flushed, fever hot.
His fingertip traced the curve of her neck. “And I’m guessing you might not mind that so much. I’m guessing you’re already a little turned on from watching us kiss. That you’re as much of a voyeur as we are. That you’re dirtier than you’d ever admit out loud.”
She swallowed hard and it was impossible to miss the erection becoming visible in Hayes’s jeans. This was doing it for him. And God help her, it was sending her thoughts off the rails, too. Her heart was pounding and the spot between her thighs throbbing.
Ren slid off the desk and pressed his front to her back. She gasped at the feel of his erection against her backside. “He won’t touch you, Cora. And if you say the word right now, I won’t either. I know this is a big leap and not for everyone. You can walk out and we’ll all pretend we never had this conversation. I’ll leave you alone. Continue our professional relationship. But if you stay, you can have this. No video games needed. No one to judge you or criticize. You can always say stop if it goes too far, but aren’t you tired of wondering what it might be like to let go for real? To try some things instead of just wondering about them? To submit . . .”
She pressed her lips together, trying for the life of her to access her logical side. They were offering her fantasy—right here, right now. Sex. Kink. Two ridiculously beautiful men. “We’re at work.”
“With a door that locks and an assistant who knows not to disturb me when my door’s shut.” His hands slid down to her hips. “All I’m asking for is your honesty. I would never push this on anyone, but I’m trusting my gut here. Tell me you aren’t attracted to us, Cora. Or that you hate the idea of being watched or shared.” He pressed his nose to her hair. “Tell me that if I pulled your zipper down and slid my hand inside your jeans I wouldn’t find you wet.”
Embarrassment burned a path up her neck to her cheeks. It was like he’d stripped her
already, looked in her head, and plucked out her thoughts. Her fists flexed and her blood pumped to all her most sensitive places. “You know I can’t tell you that.”
Hayes let out a breath and a whispered fuck.
Ren’s hand slid to her belly, holding her to him, exhaling as well. “Thank you.”
She licked her dry lips, riveted by the look on Hayes’s face.
“See,” Ren said with a smile in his voice. “Look what we’re doing to him. He’s imagining you slick and turned on, picturing my fingers sliding inside you while he watches. I bet if we’re really good, he’ll have to take his cock out and stroke himself.”
A hard shiver went through Cora. “Christ.”
Ren pressed a kiss to the curve of her shoulder. “The door is locked. You’re safe with us. But you say red and we stop, no questions asked. Understand?”
Oh, God, this was really happening. She wasn’t in her room. This wasn’t some fantasy reel. Or a scene in Hayven. She was about to let Ren touch her while his lover watched. This was insane. They were at work. It was the middle of the day. But somehow her brain couldn’t snuff out the need rushing through her like wildfire. It was burning down every argument—a funeral pyre of logical thought. “I understand.”
Ren’s body relaxed behind her, like he’d half expected her to bolt. But then he lifted his head away from her shoulder. “You with us, Fox? Safe word applies to you, too. We all have to want to be here.”
There was a challenge there. Something in Ren’s voice had gone hard. That’s when she realized that Hayes and Ren hadn’t done this kind of thing since Hayes had been out. He didn’t trust women. She was a threat. She wasn’t the only one jumping hurdles by being here. Hayes was facing down miles of them.
Hayes looked up, torment there. Torment and something else. Hunger. “I’m not going anywhere unless she wants me to.”
His gaze flicked to Cora, and she found herself shaking her head. “Stay.”
Those green eyes of his lit with something she hadn’t seen from him before. Something fierce and intensely, deceivingly calm. The dominant.
Ren shifted behind her and nerves rushed to the surface, making her go stiff.
“Shh,” Ren said against her ear, soothing hands running up her sides. “I’ve got you. Just relax. There are no expectations and you don’t have to put on a show. Just let me make you feel good.”
He turned her in his arms and captured her gaze. Demanding she hold it without saying a word. Suddenly there was no Hayes in her vision or the intimidating thought of a threesome, just the beautiful man who’d told her the other night how much he wanted her in his bed. The man who’d fueled her fantasies since the day she’d met him.
His hands cupped her face. “This is what I wanted to do that night.”
And with that, his head dipped down and he kissed her. Soft. Tender. Almost sweet. A first-date kiss.