things we shared, the things we said. Because of the way we talked before dinner too.
And because of this morning.
Our messages.
Our connection.
It’s only days old, but feels soul deep.
Our intimacy is more than physical, and he knows it.
And I feel blindsided, though rationally I have no right to be.
But tell that to my heart.
My heart that can’t bear to speak the full truth to Cole. Not now. Not as I’m discovering it.
Not as I’m understanding what I want, what I need. So I speak their language—dealmaking, reconciliation, compromise—since it’s mine too.
“It’s true that our business and personal lives are entwined. It’s true, too, that we all have something for our hotels,” I say diplomatically.
“We do indeed. Also, I believe you won Max and Alex,” Cole says, weighing in. “We got the call that you landed the contract with them. You have something. We have something.”
He breathes these words against the back of my neck, and goosebumps rise in the wake of his hot breath. A flush spreads down my spine from his closeness. Heat pools between my legs from Daniel’s hands on my knees, sliding up my legs.
“You got The Exquisite Show,” I say, but my voice is so breathy. It’s so transparent. I sound like a woman on the edge of desire.
A woman about to beg, borrow, and steal. To have these men.
Daniel’s hands slide up my thighs. Cole’s run down my arms. “You have Stone,” Cole whispers in my ear, like a seduction.
“And you have Jane here,” I say as I stretch my neck to the side, letting him rain kisses down on my skin. “And you have the Renegades football team staying here,” I murmur.
Daniel’s fingers glide higher, perilously close to my center. “And you have the local team’s business. I’d say we’re all good.”
I lift my face, caught in this sensual haze, trapped in the cage of my own desire. I look back at Cole. I turn my gaze to Daniel.
“No,” I say, my voice firm as I take back the control, as I wrest it with my words, and now with my deeds. “We will be all good after this.”
Here on the balcony, I grab Daniel’s jacket, toss it to the ground, sink to my knees, and unzip his pants.
As I take out his cock, Cole breathes a feral yes.
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Daniel
I don’t object to a five o’clock blow job.
Not at all. Not from this beauty, down on her knees.
Lush red lips encircle the head of my cock.
“That’s right, love. That’s what you came for, isn’t it?” I rope a hand through her blonde locks so I can see the side of her face. She looks up at me, her eyes blazing. “I’m sure that’s why you’re here. I heard you like to have your throat fucked.”
She shakes, her whole body trembling, her hips rocking as she draws me deep into her mouth, wrapping those gorgeous red lips tighter around my dick.
My friend heads to the table with the liquor, lifts the decanter, and pours a glass of scotch. “She loves it deep. She can take you all the way in,” he says, exceedingly casual, like he’s making a simple observation.
One that drives her wild in its offhandedness, judging from the way she exhales sharply, her eyes glimmering with fresh flames.
“Good. I like to be sucked hard and deep,” I groan, thrusting my hips into Sage’s lush mouth as she shows me how well she can take it, as she seems to savor the praise from Cole, and the attention from me. I push her hair to the side so I can watch her cheeks hollow out. I growl at the gorgeous sight between my legs, lust rattling through my body as she sucks harder, deeper. “Love that. Love how you show us how much you like it. Love how hard you can suck my cock.”
I drag a finger across her top lip. Cole knocks back some scotch as he watches her, like he can’t look away. As I curl my fingers tighter around her skull, I glance over at him, then say, “Do you think this is why she came here?”
He swallows his drink, then moves closer to Sage, running his hand along her hair so he can whisper in her ear, “Didn’t I tell you what would happen if you came to my office? That I’d put you on your hands and knees?”
She nods and takes me deeper, her eyes falling shut, a hum coming from her lips.
Pleasure barrels down my spine from her reaction.