“These are fucking brilliant,” Beau asserted as he pulled the shorts aside and then buried his face in my cunt.
Tobias nodded slowly, hands shoved into the depths of his pockets as he stared and stared, watching me come apart on his brother’s tongue, then reaching down to tip my head upwards and claim my mouth with his as I did so.
“Tell me we’re done for the day,” Beau murmured against my skin, then he went back for another slow lick, forcing my body to jerk in response. “Tell me we can go upstairs and strip down and fuck and fuck and fuck until we don’t know where we end and you start.”
“Promise him that if he gets all his tasks done,” Max said, his brothers startling at his steely tone. “Make that the grand prize he wins if we get this done.” The others all stared at Max like he’d grown a second head or something, but I just nodded before moving slowly, my body feeling weak and wobbly right now.
“You heard the man,” I said to Beau, wiping my finger across his slick covered face and then pushing it between his lips. “We get this symposium off the ground, and you can have me any way you want.”
“You might regret making that offer,” Tobias said with a dark smile.
34
“Have you got a fabulous frock in that bag of yours?”
“Fuck, Beau!” I barked, spinning around in the shower and slapping my hands across my breasts, something he seemed to watch with undue interest.
“You said no to that, remember? Didn’t say I couldn’t look though, did you?”
“So I’m not going to have any privacy staying here?”
“You don’t need privacy.” He stepped closer, putting his hands on the glass frame around the entrance to the shower. “You need to be wined, dined, and sixty-nine’d, and that starts tonight. A good friend is opening his new restaurant, and I need to stick my head in. I want to do so with you on my arm.”
“Beau, that’s not—”
“Don’t give me excuses and drop your hands.” I found them moving on automatic, and for just for a moment, he stared.
Part of me relished this—the sight of a beautiful man drinking my body in like I was a long glass of water and he was dehydrated as fuck. Part of me wanted, deserved to inspire the kind of heated reverence in his eyes. When I shifted slightly closer, when my back arched slightly, his lips fell open and then his tongue swept over them before he shook his head.
“Bloody temptress,” he mumbled, then smiled. “If you won’t let me rut you into the bed all night long, then I want you with me, going to a swanky party, drinking those floofy cocktails girls love, and eating delicious nibbles from my fingers, then licking them clean.”
“Beau, is there going to be press at this thing?” He nodded. “Then me going will be making a statement.”
“I know.”
I let out a huff of frustration. “A statement that requires some thought being put into it. I’m your employee—”
“Tobias has been thinking on that, and he suggested you becoming a contractor. We could help set you up with a tax agent who could talk you through the process, but it could be a way to circumvent the whole HR nightmare of the boss-employee relationship thing.”
“OK, definitely a possibility, but…” I slapped the taps off, and by the time I walked out of the shower, Beau was there with a massive towel, wrapping it around me and helping to dry me off, sort of. “Right now, I’m still an employee. What we’re doing here is pure madness, but in public?”
“You’re my omega and my mate. I want you by my side…well, all of the time, but I want you with me tonight. Who fucking cares what people say? I may or may not have talked to an industrial relations lawyer to find out what the implications are and found a loophole that pertains to alphas and omegas. Apparently, the usual rules about fraternising don’t apply to us because we are instinctually driven to be with our true mates.”
I snorted at this speech, but that faded away as his hand went to my cheek and stroked down it.
“The guy who owns the restaurant is a close friend, and there’ll be a lot of people I know there. I want them to meet you. I need them to meet you.” He smiled, as if being serious wasn’t something he allowed himself to do often. “I want to get you dressed up in something pretty, then we can go out and have a bit of fun after all of that awful bloody work you made me do all damn day.”
“How the hell are you a successful businessman?” I asked with a shake of my head. “How is your company worth a squillion dollars?”
“Because while Lucien might be a fucking hound that can sniff out good tech, Max an IT wunderkind, and Tobias the sensible face of the company, looking just like the other bastard CEOs out there, someone actually has to talk to people and get them to buy the amazing things we make. That’s me—I’m the hype guy.”
“That’s a lot harder to do than you’re letting on,” I said with narrowed eyes. “OK, I guess we do this.”
“Good.” His smile let me know that he both doubted he could convince me this was a good idea and that he was pleased that he could. “Take your time, then meet me downstairs when you’re ready to go.”
“Biiiiitch….”Nikki drawled as she answered the call. “What’s the issue this time? Having a four-man orgy in the boardroom? Ethical nightmare or mind-blowingly awesome? Four dicks, three holes—just where do they do all go?” She recited one ridiculous scenario after another in a faux newsreader voice, complete with slightly robotic hand movements and head tilts.
“Shit.” I sat down with a flump on the massive bed, still wrapped in a towel. “I’ve been a crap friend. I’ve barely called you this week, and every time I have, it’s been with my drama.”