“Fuck, yes,” Ren said after pressing a kiss to her shoulder. “I knew you had a dirty mind.”
Cora closed her eyes. “Your turn.”
Ren’s thumbs grazed over her nipples, slowly, back and forth, making her clit pulse like there was a wire attached between the two zones. “That night, I submitted to Hayes. He made me
suck his cock and then he held me down and fucked me like a man who’s been celibate for four years. Made me come all over my nice clean sheets.”
The words were like gasoline on an already burning blaze, the visuals behind her eyelids overwhelming her. Hayes’s big broad body over Ren’s, wrists captured in his hands, hips pumping hard. She didn’t know why the thought of them together excited her so much, but goddamn, it did.
“She likes that, Fox,” Ren said. “You should feel how fast her heart is beating, how hot her skin is.”
“Show me,” Hayes said, his voice full of gravel. “Take her shirt off and touch her.”
Cora tensed but only for a second because Ren’s warm hands cupping her breasts drained her of cogent thought.
“Lift your arms, gorgeous.”
She probably should’ve thought about it more. She was about to expose herself to these men. At the office. And there was no hiding under these lights. But she was too far gone.
All she wanted to do was obey.
SEVENTEEN
“Good girl.” Ren grabbed the hem of her T-shirt and tugged it over her head, leaving her in her plain cotton Calvin Klein bralette. Her nipples were hard points beneath the fabric and her chest flushed pink. He stepped in front of her and ran the back of his hand over the swell of her breast. “Perfect.”
“I would’ve bought something prettier if I’d known you’d be seeing it,” she said, a little breathless.
His brows dipped and he leveled a gaze at her. “Don’t you dare. Not on my behalf, at least. Wear what you like. In fact, I can’t think of anything hotter than you standing here in your white cotton and those combat boots.”
The words surprised her, dragged her out of her erotic haze for a second. “You have a tomboy fetish, Muroya?”
Ren smirked. “I suspect it’s just a Cora fetish.” He drew a circle over her areola, sending goose bumps along her skin. “What turns me on is seeing you—the woman you are when no one’s watching. No act. No pretending to be something you’re not comfortable being. That’s what I want. Plus, this cotton is mighty thin. I can see all the shades and secrets of you in this. Bonus.”
She braced her hands on the desk behind her as he went for the button on her jeans. The look he was giving her, the hungry way he was gazing at her body made this seductive impulse bubble to the surface, one she’d never had before. She wanted to tease him, to be playful. She wiggled her hips slowly, letting the denim work down her hips, revealing the top band of her underwear.
Ren groaned and tugged her pants the rest of the way down. When she ventured a peek over his shoulder, she found Hayes watching, his hand still over that thick erection. She could see the intensity in his expression. He wanted to do more than watch, but she had a feeling there’d be no convincing him to join in. She had to trust them with her body. That was a lot. But the trust he’d have to put in her to take it further would be monumental. Too much. He didn’t know her. She could lie about him just as easily as the other woman had. And God only knew what he’d think if he found out who her mom was. But in that moment, seeing the want on his face, she wished she could take that burden off him. Convince him that it was okay. To let go for a minute.
Ren had her step out of her boots and then stripped off her jeans and bra. He was crouched down in front of her and lined up with the perfect view of the damp state of her underwear. He slid his hands up the outside of her thighs and then leaned forward, pressing his mouth and nose to the cotton of her briefs and inhaling. The touch made her groan in both relief and frustration, his nose and lips nuzzling the spot desperate for attention.
“Lie back on the desk, Cora. I need to taste you.”
Some nonsense word slipped past her lips, but there was no stopping herself from obeying. If that meant Ren was going to put his mouth on her, she’d do a goddamned backbend if that was what he asked of her. She scooted fully onto the desk and braced herself on her elbows, unwilling to give up the view of Ren and Hayes.
Ren shrugged off his jacket and tossed it to the side. Then he kneeled in front of her and dragged her underwear down her hips. In three hot seconds, she was bared and exposed to him in the most vulnerable of ways. Up close and personal, under full lights. She had a flash of self-consciousness, but it didn’t last long because Ren pressed his hands to the back of her thighs and opened her to him fully. The rapt look on his face was enough to chase away any doubts. That couldn’t be faked.
“You’re so fucking sexy, Benning,” he groaned and ran a finger over her slit, the slick heat of her arousal beyond obvious. “Look how ready you are. I’m losing my mind thinking about you touching yourself that night, thinking about us. I wish I would’ve known how wound up you were. I would’ve never left you that way.”
He kissed her inner thigh and ran his tongue along the crease where leg met hip, making her moan and arch. Her eyes fell shut but then the light shifted against her lids, making her open them again.
Hayes had walked over and stood a few feet away, gazing down at her face. Not her body, not her spread thighs or Ren’s tongue along her skin but her face. “Tell him how you did it. How do you like getting yourself off?”
She swallowed hard at the rumble of Hayes’s voice, a powerful command wrapped in his brand of quietness. Shyness tried to overtake her, but she couldn’t look away from him, couldn’t ignore the need in his eyes. This was costing him something, too. He was putting aside armor just like she was, trusting her to see that private side of him, the side that craved her submission.
She found her voice. “I used my fingers, but it wasn’t enough so I grabbed a toy.”
Hayes’s jaw flexed, the only indication the words had gotten to him. He reached out and palmed the back of Ren’s head. “Taste her, Ren. And use your fingers.”
Ren grunted beneath the touch but his eyes flashed with heat. “Best directive I’ve gotten at work all day.”