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  As if accentuating his words, he teased his fingertips along the small of my back. Shivers followed where he touched me and I bit back a moan. My mind went wild with images of his big, gentle hands touching other parts of my body.

  Christ, this was not happening.

  “And the thick crisscrossing ropes,” Garrett said, his breath hot on my neck, “are not just decorative, my friend. They’re great for anchoring ties too. Now I know what you’re thinking. ‘It’s fishnet. One good tug, and it’s gonna rip.’ But I assure you that’s not the case. The synthetic fabric has some give, yes, but it’ll take a lot of force to rip. It will give you absolute control over your woman. And I know how much you like that.”

  Max liked absolute control? Tremors shot through my body, but whether it was from pleasure or fear I couldn’t tell. Maybe a little of both. To be restrained, at the mercy of a lover—or two. I’d always fantasized about it but never trusted anyone enough.

  Garrett shifted, pulled something from his jeans pocket. I leaned to the side to see, but before I could, something satiny wrapped around my wrists.

  I jerked away. “What the—”

  “Relax, love. We won’t hurt you.” Garrett’s voice dropped in pitch, danger lurking in every word, and he slipped the tie around my wrists anyway. “Of course, unless you beg us to… ”

  I tugged one hand free. “I don’t think I feel comfortable being tied—”

  “Don’t think?” Max’s voice slithered through the air, and behind me the soft sound of movement on leather drew my attention. Then Max stood at my back. “I very seriously doubt you’re afraid, Bree? I can smell your arousal.” His hands settled on my waist then slowly inched their way down my belly. “I bet if I put my hand between your legs, your pussy would be soaked.”

  Anticipation elevated my heartbeat to the max. “I… I

  —” I what? God, I couldn’t think, not sandwiched between the rock of Garrett’s frame and the hard places of Max’s body.

  Garrett took advantage of the situation and weaved my bindings through the braids running the length of the lingerie. “Try to get free, Bree.”

  I yanked against my restraints. The material stretched with my movements, but my hands stayed firmly bound.

  “See, Max? This is one sturdy negligee.”

  My mind exploded with images of what they could do to me, completely helpless and practically naked.

  Should I be worried? A smart woman probably would be

  —then why was my breath catching for an entirely different reason?

  Lust.

  Garrett turned me back toward Max—he stood so close now. From this distance, the stormy emotions in my boss’s eyes clutched at my chest. So many feelings swirled there. Arousal shone brightly, yes, but something darker floated around too. Regret maybe? But for what?

  I wanted to ask but didn’t dare. Max and I had gone from having a close working relationship to working strangers. I didn’t have the right—or did I?

  Garrett’s voice interrupted my thoughts. “Also, the sides of the halter-top can be pushed away to allow quick and easy access to nipples. Would you like a demonstration?”

  Max traced the tips of his fingers along the lacey trim around my neck. “I’m thinking… ”

  I bit my bottom lip, shook my head—but who was I fooling? I’d wanted Max to touch me for a long time. And Garrett? Well, he was icing on the beefcake.

  “Touch me, Max,” I whispered. “Touch me.

  Please… .”

  His eyes widened. His nostrils flared. And he hesitated a few seconds longer before shoving the garment’s outer edges into the valley between my breasts, completely exposing me.

  Garrett’s hands moved from my waist and cupped the underside of my breasts, lifted them, jiggled them.

  I sucked my bottom lip between my teeth and my eyes rolled back into my head.

  “Mmm,” I groaned.

  “And now,” Garrett said, “all sexual body parts are accessible. Tits, pussy and ass. And you have to admit, Max, she does look fuckable, doesn’t she?”

  “Yes. Incredibly fuckable.” Max cradled my face between his hands, so gentle, something I hadn’t expected, and pressed his lips to mine.

  His kiss was tentative at first—at least until I pushed onto my toes and kissed the shit out of him. After two damn years of wanting him, slow and tender wasn’t in my vocabulary.

  Max deepened our kiss and his hands slid down my chest and cupped my breasts. He groaned, a dark, gravelly sound that sent shivers right to my pussy. My poor clit surged into overdrive. One intimate touch and I’d probably blow.

  “What an unexpected surprise.” Garret hooked his index fingers through a section of rope at my waist and stepped into me until my ass—and tied hands—pressed against his groin.

  Yes, yes, yes.

  I moaned into Max’s mouth as I wrapped my hands as best as I could around Garrett’s growing erection.

  Oh my…

  I felt like a rabbit that had been cornered by a pack of hungry wolves. I had no escape. I was about to be eaten alive—but unlike the rabbit, I was so looking forward to it.

  Chapter Two

  I yanked against my restraints. I wanted—no, needed

  —my hands. To touch Max, to hold him. To wrench open Garrett’s zipper and get a good grip on the cock teasing my palms.

  I forced my lips free. “Untie me.”

  “No,” Max and Garrett said in unison.

  “What? Now!”

  Max laughed, rewarding my verbal aggression by squeezing my nipples so hard I flinched.

  “Umph.” I didn’t know which man to lean against for support. Every direction offered sexy, stimulating Brit.

  Garrett kissed the side of my neck. “We’ll untie you when we’re finished with you… ”

  “And not a second before.” Max finished Garrett’s sentence.

  A flick of erotic electricity shot from my nipples straight to my clit. I clenched my pussy muscles together, willing myself to calm down, but the squeezing pressure only aroused me more.

  Garrett pressed his palms down my stomach—

  pushed lower. Lower still. And for the first time since I put this outfit on, I thanked god it was crotchless. He slid his fingers between my lips, swirled the gathered moisture.

  “Well, well… ” Garrett’s voice sounded huskier than a moment ago. “You’re certainly a wet one, aren’t you, love?”

  Hearing those naughty words in his accent fanned the flames in my loins. “Mmm.”

  Max captured my moan with his mouth, slid his tongue inside to subdue mine. Every flick, every swipe demanded my complete and total surrender. I was tied up. What more did he want?

  Garrett hooked his left arm under my leg and tugged until my knee was practically in my armpit. Cool air hit my spread pussy and the sudden drop in warmth had my other leg buckling.

  Instinctively, I tried to reach out for support—but couldn’t. I had to trust Max and Garrett to keep me from falling.

  Garrett took advantage of the new position and pushed two fingers inside my channel. He stroked in and out of my pussy so slowly I wanted to scream at him to work me harder, faster, until pleasure seized me. In fact, I might have if Max hadn’t swallowed every sound escaping my mouth.

  “Damn, Max,” Garrett said, dark laughter mingling with his words, “your girl is fucking creaming all over my fingers.”

  Max broke our kiss and looked at me with stormy eyes. “Is that true, Bree? Are you creaming on Garrett’s hand?”

  “Yes,” I whispered. “At least I might if he doesn’t stop.”

  Garrett whispered in my ear. “Do you want me to stop fingering you, love?”

  “No. It’s just—” I gasped, a climax winding tighter and tighter in my core, forcing me closer and closer to release. “It’s just been a while since anyone but me has given me an orgasm.”

  Max played with my nipples, pinching and squeezing the buds. “Looks like we’ve got our work cut ou
t for us tonight, Garrett.”

  “Doubtful.” Garrett withdrew his fingers from my center and swirled the pads over my throbbing clit. “I think I’ve almost got her… ”

  “How much longer do you figure?” Max asked.

  “Ten seconds. Easy.” His fingers worked my clit faster, increased the pressure until—

  “Shit.” My hips bucked in time to the pleasure-churning sensation. If I could have held onto something

  —someone—I would have. But I couldn’t. I was falling, and I had no way of stopping myself.

  “Might want to change your prediction to five seconds,” Max said.

  I shook my head. God… were they betting on when I’d orgasm? The bastards.

  “Oh god!” I rammed the back of my head against the mountain of Garrett’s shoulder. “Oh god… ”

  Max took a step back and crossed his arms over his chest, his eyes taking everything in. He watched me with turbulent eyes as Garrett fingered my pussy. Mmm, it was too much.

  Right on cue, Garrett whispered, “Three. Two.

  One… ”

  I went up in flames.

  I came hard and furious in Garrett’s arms—Max’s gaze never leaving me. I lost complete control. My entire body shook as the orgasm consumed me. The only thing keeping me from melting to the floor was Garrett’s unforgiving grasp.

  “That’s it, Bree,” Garrett crooned, “come all over my hand.”

  Oh I so did.

  My legs jerked. The orgasm too intense. Too wonderful. Breath slammed in and out of my chest. I fought to bring my world back into alignment. Stars floated behind my eyes and eventually I collapsed into Garrett’s arms. He’d brought me to this state, he could damn well support me.

  Max stepped back to me and traced a fingertip over the brim of my nose. “Did you know your nose wrinkles when you come?”

  I forced out a shaky laugh. “No. I don’t usually watch myself climax.”

  “That’s a shame.” Max’s hands slid to my breasts, squeezed, teased.

  I tried to form a sexy response, but my brain currently had the consistency of oatmeal.

  “Maybe we should find a mirror,” Garret said, his voice harboring dark laughter.

  “Maybe next time,” Max returned.

  Next time. I loved the sound of that.

  Max dipped his head and licked my right nipple, then the left, as if the buds were different flavors of ice cream, both tempting, but he couldn’t decide which flavor he wanted most. My breast tingled under his mouth’s attention and I arched my back to increase the contact. Finally he took the hint and sucked one of the beads between his teeth, holding it steady while his tongue slashed the dimpled peak.

  I tensed as jets of pleasure swirled anew through my body. “Mmm, this is shaping up to be a much better night than I’d planned.”

  “Most definitely,” Garrett said, tugging my knee higher as he slid his fingers back into my channel, keeping my pussy primed and ready to go. No breaks.

  “Do you know how much I’m dying to get my mouth on your drenched pussy?”

  Turning my head, I brushed my lips against Garrett’s jaw, nibbled on his sexy stubble. I pressed back to rub him with my tied hands. Even semi-erect, Garrett’s length was impressive. “And I can’t wait to return the favor,” I whispered. “I want both of your cocks in my mouth… and that’s just for starters.”

  “My, my,” Garrett crooned. “What a hungry girl.”

  “Positively starving.” I’d never spoken truer words in my life.

  Garrett captured my lips in a move that left no doubt who was in charge. He kissed like I thought he would, with deep strokes of his tongue.

  Max’s lips ventured down my stomach. “Move your hand, Garrett,” he said. “You’ve played with her pussy long enough. Time to give others a turn.”

  Garrett’s fingers slid free, but his mouth never left mine. His moist fingers played over my skin as they moved higher. Slow, sensual circles over my belly, my breasts, before he clasped his hand around my throat.

  My juice still coated his hand, and the aroma of my own arousal played with my senses. Intoxicating. More so than I could have ever imagined.

  Max’s hands perched on my mons and spread my labia wide. Expectation had me groaning into Garrett’s devouring mouth.

  “Damn,” Max said. “You should see how pink she is.”

  Garrett broke our kiss and looked at Max. “Don’t tease me like that, old friend. My fingers are still sticky with her juices.”

  I laughed. It was strangely erotic to listen to them speak about me as if I was nothing more than a new toy they were fighting over, figuring how to “share” me.

  But apparently Max wasn’t finished tormenting Garrett. “Her cunt is fucking drenched. Her thighs too.”

  He slid his tongue briefly through my folds. “Mmm, it’s like biting into the gooey center of the stickiest cinnamon bun ever created. Only better.”

  My eyes drifted closed as Max licked me again. That had to have been the sexiest thing anyone had ever said about me.

  Garrett groaned, his grip against my neck tightening ever so slightly. Not too much but enough. I rocked back against him, giving him whatever comfort I could. Even through his jeans, his cock pushed hot and hard against my hands.

  Max chuckled moments before making full mouth-to-pussy contact. He ate me slowly. Thoroughly. Like we had all the time in the world. If my hands had been free, however, I’d have yanked his mouth into position and started grinding.

  “More, Max,” I said, hating that I’d been reduced to begging. “More!”

  “Don’t rush me, sweetheart,” he said. “I’m in no hurry.”

  “But I am,” I said.

  “Me too,” Garrett echoed.

  Max laughed but resigned to give me what I’d begged for—Garrett was S.O.L.—and closed his lips around my clit, drawing it into his mouth like he’d done to my nipples moments ago.

  Shocks of satisfaction shimmered through my body.

  “Yes,” I moaned. “Like that.”

  But he pulled back and pushed to his feet. The bastard. He turned to Garrett with hard eyes. “Bend her over the desk while I grab lube and condoms from the back.”

  “Don’t have to tell me twice.” Garrett released my leg and before I could say “multiple orgasms”, I lay breasts down on Max’s desk. “Now don’t move.”

  Not really a hard command. Between the high heels, my tied hands and the position, I couldn’t move. My center of gravity was way too wacked. My head hung off one end of the mahogany monstrosity, my ass at the other. And the stilettos I wore forced my legs into an odd position. Not painful or anything. Just… helpless.

  Paperwork crumbled beneath me. Pens rolled.

  Fantasies rushed back. How many times had I dreamed about being positioned like this, bent over Max’s desk and waiting for his cock?

  As if from a thousand miles away, the sound of a zipper being wrenched down drew my attention. Max?

  Garrett?

  Both?

  More shuffling clothes.

  Anticipation stole my breath. I tightened my quads and tried like hell to pull myself up. I had to see, needed to—

  “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Garrett asked, his words accentuated by a jarring slap to my ass.

  “No one told you to move.”

  “Easy, Garrett,” Max said from a bit farther away.

  Although his tone was light and playful, an undercurrent of warning laced its way through.

  Something in my chest caught. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but it was something I knew I wouldn’t forget. It told me Max cared for me, that this was more than a quick office lay.

  Hope swirled with pleasure. Max cared. God, it was kerosene on my simmering loins.

  A soft hand eased over the sting on my butt. “See there, Max. No harm done.”

  Max didn’t answer.

  Something dropped onto the desk beside me, and a bottle of Premium Lube rol
led into my peripheral vision.

  I smiled with delight. Premium Lube was some long-lasting stuff.

  How long did they plan to keep me here? Mmm, I couldn’t wait to find out.

  Garrett spread my labia wide. “Pretty and pink indeed, Max.”

  “Told you.”

  My abdomen tensed at their words. My back arched in anticipation moments before Garrett slid his tongue between my lips. Breath punched out of my chest. My legs trembled. I kicked off my heels so I could lie across the wood without having to bend my knees.

  Max stepped around the desk, drawing my attention.

  My jaw practically dropped to the floor. He’d shed every article of clothing and damn he looked way better than I’d dreamed. Tanned chest, muscled and smooth. His legs bulged with muscles his slacks had hidden from my greedy vision. Was he a runner? And his package?

  My greedy eyes took their fill.

  He gripped his thick erection in a fisted palm, working himself as he stepped in front of me. He cupped my chin, tilted my head up then tapped the head of his cock against my lips. Pre-come leaked from his slit and moistened my lips.

  I licked it off.

  “Are you ready to suck me, Bree?”

  The words fuck yes clogged in my throat. In the end, all I managed was a quick nod. I had a whole list of things I wanted to do to Max’s cock and this was one of them.

  “Good answer, baby,” he said. “Now open your mouth, but don’t you dare do a thing until I tell you to.

  Understand?”

  I nodded.

  He squeezed his fingers a little tighter around my chin. “I want to hear you say it.”

  Fuck, this was hot. “Yes sir. I understand.”

  “Good girl. Now get that mouth open.”

  I dropped my jaw as far as it would go, and thank god, Max didn’t seem keen on keeping me waiting. He crammed his sex into my mouth, stopping only when his glans tapped the back of my throat. It took all my strength not to clasp my lips around him and swallow him whole.

  Back at my ass, Garrett laughed. “Damn, love. Does having a cock in your mouth always make you this wet?”