KENT
Seeing Meara make such an entrance got my heart racing. I’d known all along that she was beautiful. From the first time I saw her at the barbeque, with her hands slick with grease and her shirt cropped short, I wanted her in my life. Every day at the office was a new fashion show. She was great with clothes and the perfect poster girl for professional wear. Of course, seeing her naked on my desk had been the pinnacle of beauty, but the blue dress came in a close second.
I could just picture her curves beneath the fabric. I knew it would feel sensual all on its own, a perfect companion to her luxurious skin. It was all I could do to remain in my seat. I resisted the urge to abscond with her into the coat closet, although half of the time I spent trying to come up with an excuse to do just that.
I was sure Damien and Sean would know what I was up to, but they were my partners in crime. Hell, everyone at the table would know what was going on. You couldn’t lure a woman who looked like that away from dinner without revealing your hand. It was torture, but I made it through.
Both clients were pleased. They enjoyed the restaurant, and the new guy decided right there on the spot that he was going to sign with us. We had a lot to celebrate when the two of them finally left.
“We’ll stay and pick up the check,” Damien offered when the two cowboys rose to their feet.
“I expect you’ve got more on your mind than the bill,” our old client said with a wink.
We couldn’t deny it. Although our relationship was not exactly out in the open and hadn’t gotten past the first stages, there were still enough markers for the savvy businessmen to pick up on. We all stood up and shook hands again before being left to our own devices.
When it was just the four of us, we all sat back down. Meara looked good enough to eat, and I knew we were all thinking the same thing. We didn’t need to pay. It was on the company card, and Meara had already given the restaurant the number. The only thing left to debate was who would get to be with her first.
“Let’s move this party to a bar,” I suggested.
“Great idea.” Sean threw his napkin down. “I’m not driving.”
“I’m not driving,” I parroted quickly.
Whoever was driving wouldn’t have a free hand or mouth with which to kiss our favorite intern. He would also be responsible for getting us all home safely, which meant the designated driver couldn’t drink very much. We all looked at Damien. He smiled and shook his head.
“I’m tempted to get a rideshare, but we can’t all fit in the back seat.”
“Nothing is going to happen in the backseat,” Meara said.
We all looked at her with a mixture of surprise and concern.
“Famous last words,” Damien replied.
Meara opened her mouth to protest but then shut it. She could see it was an argument she wasn’t going to win. I got to my feet, the chair sliding eagerly out from under me. Offering her a hand, I helped her up.
It was a warm night, so there was no covering up the magnificent vision before us. She grabbed her purse and followed me to the door, our other band members hovering close behind. In the parking lot, I couldn’t stop myself. The entire dinner had been an exercise in restraint. Now that there were fewer people around and the night generously covered up some of our activities, I was determined to take my fair share.
I pulled Meara against me, diving into those gorgeous lips with greedy satisfaction. She tensed for a moment, caught off guard by my play. Then she relaxed, and oh, how delicious she was, a bundle of sexual energy wrapped up in a tantalizing dress. Her body molded to mine, her hips and her chest speaking the same language.
We were halfway to heaven when Sean interrupted us. He took Meara by the hand and detached her from me. Bending to kiss her, he stole my thunder, claiming her with every bit as much lust as I brought to the table. After Sean, Damien took his turn, and I watched with mixed emotions. It wasn’t so bad sharing her. As long as she came full circle back into my arms, I was willing to indulge her fantasy.
She was the most interesting woman I had ever met. Someone who was willing to date three men at the same time and who had a good head on her shoulders was rare indeed. She had beauty and brains, and both were about to be put to the test.
There was a fight over who got to sit in the back. Damien had to drive, but both Sean and I lunged to open Meara’s door. She gave us a teasing look and went for the passenger seat instead. I took her by the hand, letting her know that option wasn’t on the table.
“You boys can sit in the back,” she said sweetly.
I pushed her up against the car, kissing away that notion. Before she had a chance to recover, I opened the back door and sat down. Pulling her into my lap, I eased the door closed behind us. I won, and Sean grumbled a bit before realizing that everything I did would be on display.
He buckled his seatbelt and then turned around to watch. Meara grinned, finding the audience enchanting. I only had eyes for her, and when the engine ground to life, I reached up to guide her lips to mine.
She put her hands on either side of my jaw, her fingers delicate. She tasted like the wine she had been drinking and beneath that, a hint of soy sauce. It was heady, the combination of an intoxicant and an aphrodisiac. I could feel myself growing hard and wondered how far I could go in the back seat of Damien’s car.
There were cheers from the passengers as Meara and I moved on to round two. I put my hand on her knee, parting her legs gently. Pushing up to her thighs, I felt the heat radiating from her core. The dress was exactly as expected, soft and cool beneath my fingers. It slid away, providing almost no resistance to my probe.
I could see her legs all the way up to her hips. She wasn’t wearing any underwear. Sean saw it too and let out a whoop. Meara tilted her head back and laughed. She adjusted herself on my lap, clearly excited.
With one hand, I pulled her chest toward mine. Wrapping an arm around her shoulders, I squeezed her tightly. She put her head down beside my neck, playing the good little girl. I ran my fingers through her hair, priming her for the main event.