“Natalie, be honest with me.” My boss, using a lower tone than normal, telling me to be honest is seductive enough. The compromising position of his brother’s erection pressed into my backside sends my imagination into a frenzy. Is there a good possible outcome? I have a feeling I’m going to want to lie.
“Okay.”
“You barely know him. Are you pretending you’re with me?”
Oh fuck. Am I in trouble? It sure doesn’t sound like it.
“You look a lot alike.”
Jefferson’s fingers dig into my sides. What does that mean? Lincoln’s expression darkens. What does anything mean?
I try to explain. “You’re my boss. He’s not.”
Lincoln drags his thumb over my lips. “Are you saying you’d let me do what I caught him doing to you?”
This is a dangerous question. My pulse is pounding in my ears. If I make either one of them mad will this all be over?
He lowers his hand, taking mine, holding it preciously.
“If you weren’t my boss…I would.” Will I regret that?
Lightning strikes and thunder rattles the windows instantly. I’d swear I could feel the electrical charge in the air, but we had it the second my boss sandwiched me against his brother.
I brace myself for whatever he’s about to say.
Nine
Lincoln
Myworldwasshakentoday, literally when the mudslide crashed down the side of the mountain, the fringes of it encircling my car, and figuratively when I got an erection in front of my admin who’d been bent over cleaning my floor.
I tried to maintain control. I followed the rules and denied the attraction, the pull between us, and even left the room when I saw Natalie snuggled up to my brother.
But walking into the kitchen, seeing his hand between her legs, eliciting muffled cries of pleasure, I broke.
“I won’t ask you to do anything, or break any rules you want to leave in place, but Natalie, I want you.”
“A little late, bro.” The irritation in Jefferson’s voice tells me he’s ready for a fight. Will I win because Natalie knows and trusts me, or will Jefferson win because there are no rules around him?
Or can we let Natalie win…and find a way to let her have both of us? Am I kidding myself that this is possible? What will happen when we go back to work?
“I have a proposition. No one has to know what happens here, and no one should have to make a choice. Do you think you can handle both of us, Natalie?”
“I have no idea.” She sounds truly baffled.
I lift my eyes to Jefferson’s. “Want to help her find out?”
His answer is clear to me before he says anything. He wants her for himself, but he ultimately wants to make her happy. She sees me when she looks at him.
“My Baby Doll wanted me to teach her the basics of sex, but I’m game for higher education.” He kisses the top of her head. “We’ll treat you right.”
“Okay.”
“You were learning about sex? Which lesson were you on?” I stroke a finger over the shirt I let her borrow.
“She’s never had an orgasm with a man.”
Is that true? I search her eyes and suspect it is. Being the first man to please her swells my chest. It has to be me. It’s like fate helped me interrupt just in time because by the sounds of it, she’d been about to come when I walked in.