Shoving a wisp of hair away from her perspiring forehead, she fanned her overheated face and reached for the catalog of chef supplies resting on the corner of her desk. She managed to leaf through a couple pages before her office door opened and the two men intent on driving her insane with lust trooped into her office. She gave them a wary look as her nipples tightened. It was insane the power they had over her body.
Ry eased the door shut and offered a devilish grin. “What’s the matter? You look all flushed.”
“Yeah, kinda hot and bothered,” Bram added with a sexy chuckle that made her pussy flood with moisture.
Rotten bastards. She flipped the catalog shut and tried her best to appear unaffected and unaroused. “It’s warm in here. No doubt that’s why our heating bills have been through the roof lately.”
Amusement etched Ry’s features. “So what do you suggest we do? Crank the thermostat down to fifty degrees and let the customers turn into walking popsicles?”
“No, smartass.”
Ry abandoned the doorway and strode to her desk. He turned her chair so that she was facing him and leaned down, boxing her in with his outstretched arms. The smolder in his eyes was enough to add an extra layer of sweat onto her skin. “I got the impression this morning that you like my ass just fine. Even have the indents from your nails to prove it.”
Her mind immediately tracked to the scene in question, when he’d been fucking her slow and deep, teasing her with his thick, hard cock while Bram watched, enthralled. She wiggled in her seat, biting back a moan at the sweet and agonizing friction of her panties rubbing along her slit. She returned Ry’s stare for as long as she could handle before the intensity swirling between them became too much to take. Glancing sideways, she became ensnared in Bram’s equally entrancing gaze. The ramifications of the naughty acts the three of them had indulged in slammed into her, leaving her feeling vulnerable and oddly shy.
Ry and Bram had witnessed a side of her that until last night hadn’t existed outside of her fantasies. They could profess all they wanted that none of this would affect their friendship, but the reality was that it already had. Their trio had crossed a line that there was no returning from.
“Lace?” Ry’s knuckles brushed her cheek, drawing her focus back to him. Clouds of worry shadowed his eyes. “Is everything okay?”
She bit her lip and nodded—perhaps a little too fast, since Ry didn’t exactly look convinced. Bram joined them, his expression equally concerned. “You’re not regretting sleeping with us, are you?”
Leave it to Bram to read her mind and get to the point in the bluntest way possible.
“No, of course not.” Her cheeks heated again, and she laughed softly. “You both have given me more orgasms than I thought were humanly possible. I’d be an idiot to regret that.”
Ry’s fingers grazed the underside of her jaw. “We want to give you a lot more. Are you up for it?”
Although she’d been expecting them to, they hadn’t pressed her last night or this morning about marking off any more items on her list. It looked like it was now time to commit to it fully. And did it really make much difference? She’d already stepped into the fire. It was too late to worry about getting burned. She sucked in a steadying breath and released it. “Yes, but this time I get to choose.”
There was no mistaking the relief that swept over Ry’s and Bram’s features. Ry—being the one most advantageously positioned—kissed her first, his tongue thrusting deep. By the time he pulled back, she’d melted into a mindless puddle of goo. She barely had the chance to regain her breath or composure before Bram took up where Ry left off, his devouring kiss officially killing the few remaining brain cells she had left. His mouth retreated and she slumped into her chair, boneless. And hornier than she’d been five minutes ago.
Ry grinned at her. “So, what sexiness are we getting up to tonight?”
She wasn’t too brain fried to recognize a golden opportunity for payback. Cocking an eyebrow, she offered them a gloating smile. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
The next five hours flew by in a productive blur. Somehow Lacey calmed her raging libido and got last night’s receipts logged into the spreadsheet in addition to locating a new produce supplier. She even managed to get some online Christmas shopping done. Logging off her computer, she gave herself a mental high-five. “Yeah, go me.”
Her office door swung open, allowing in some of the bar noise as well as Jana Colton. Lacey couldn’t help laughing as she took in Jana’s outfit. The tight black leather skirt and form-fitting cashmere sweater were standard fare, but the red-and-green-striped tights and Santa hat were obviously a nod to the season. “You look like a dominatrix elf.”
Jana pretended to crack a whip through the air. “Someone’s gotta keep those pointy-eared bastards in line.”
“You do realize that remark will probably earn you a lump of coal in your stocking this year, right?”
A wicked grin curled Jana’s mouth. “Says the girl with the Naughty List.”
Lacey groaned. “You’re never going to let me live that down, are you?”
Jana sashayed to the desk and plopped her butt onto the nearest corner. “Can you blame me? You don’t spring kinky sex on a gal and not expect a reaction.”
“Sorry, that whole fiasco was a mistake. You weren’t supposed to have actually gotten that email. Neither were Ry and Bram.”
Jana’s artfully shaded eyes widened and a chortling laugh sprang free. “Hoo boy. That must have triggered one hell of an interesting conversation.”
Lacey averted her gaze and fiddled with her computer keys. A long, awkward silence stretched between them until she couldn’t take it anymore, and she looked up to find Jana gaping at her.
“You totally had sex with them, didn’t you?” Just like with Bram, subtlety wasn’t exactly Jana’s strong suit.
“Uh…”
“Oh my God. You did.” Jana hopped down from the desk and plunked her hands on her hips, her expression accusing. “Were you intending to keep this juicy secret all to yourself?”
“Yeah, pretty much.”
Jana didn’t appear mollified by the admission. “Why?”
“Hello. One of the men in question is your brother. Kind of weird.”
“Good point.” Giving a twitch of her nose, Jana returned to her previous perch. “But as long as you keep the details about Bram to a minimum, I still want to hear the whole dirty scoop.” Jana’s eyes twinkled with conspiratorial glee. “Okay, I’ve gotta ask it. Does Ry have a huge cock? Because I swear to God, it looks like he’s packing a bratwurst down there. Or maybe a chub of bologna.”
As familiar as she was with Jana’s typical train of thought, Lacey still choked on a cough. “I can’t believe you just compared a dick to packaged meat.”
Jana’s smile was less than angelic. “Can I help it that I like my meat metaphors?”
Lacey opened her mouth to comment just as her cell phone shrilled the opening bars of the I Love Lucy theme song—the ringtone for Lacey’s mom. She shot Jana an apologetic glance. “Sorry, I’ve got to get this.” Clicking the Talk button, she snugged the phone between her ear and shoulder while she dumped her purse onto the top of her desk. “Hey, Mom. Did you and Dad get the package I sent down there yet?”
A snicker came from Jana. “You said package.”
Ignoring her friend’s adolescent humor, Lacey listened to her mom’s assurance that FedEx had indeed delivered the box of presents, as well as Lucy McGuire’s insistence that not one of them would be opened until Lacey flew down to join them for a post-holiday celebration after the new year. Lacey’s parents were just one of the many snowbirds who abandoned Michigan at the first sign of snow, not to return until the temps became hospitable again in late spring. Much as Lacey missed not getting to spend Christmas with them, this time of the season was too hectic to take off to Florida for even a couple of days, much less a week.