He steals between my lips, plundering my mouth, tasting and devouring me like a man possessed. I moan against his lips, sucking on his tongue.
Pulling back, he says, “Your panties are wet, doll. Let’s get them off you.”
This seems like it should be happening to someone else. Someone sexier and more experienced. But no, it’s happening to me. “Plain Jane,” as my fourth-grade frenemy used to call me.
Each man grabs the waistband of my underwear at my hips. I lift my ass enough that they can pull the panties down.
“I’ll keep these.” Mr. Capulet crumples the fabric in his fist and brings it to his nose. “You smell so good, Janie.”
He tucks the thong into his pocket and grabs my knee again, pulling my thigh toward him. Tag does the same with my other thigh. I’m spread open between them, only my skirt keeping me from being completely indecent.
“We’re gonna make you come.” Tag nuzzles my neck. “I’ve missed seeing you come, sweetheart. So fucking much.”
I gasp as his fingertip teases my entrance. This is real, it’s happening, and I can’t believe how lucky I am.
Mr. Capulet’s finger rubs gently over my clit. Swift, light touches that have me bucking my hips.
“I think she likes this,” Mr. Capulet says.
“Wait until you see her let go with an orgasm.” Tag sounds smug, but also somehow reverent.
“I can’t wait.” Mr. Capulet rubs me again. “Lean back, doll. Enjoy.”
How many times have I dreamed about him commanding me to do sexy things instead of office things? Now it’s actually happening, and I don’t know how to obey.
He pulls his finger back from my clit. In a stern voice, he says, “Lean back, Janie.”
As soon as my shoulders and head touch the back of the couch, he returns his attention to my clit, rewarding me for my compliance. “Good job, Janie.”
Sometimes, he says that to me at work. I’ll never hear it the same way again.
Tag’s finger swirls at the entrance to my vagina before he slowly starts pushing in. I shut my eyes tight, overwhelmed by the sensations of these two men fingering me at the same time.
Tag kisses me again, his lips firm and insistent. The men’s fingers move between my legs like they have all the time in the world. Meanwhile, I’m seeing stars behind my eyelids, my muscles are tensing, and I am so, so close to coming.
Mr. Capulet leans in close. “You can let go, doll. We’ll take care of you. You’re doing so well, you deserve this orgasm.”
Mr. Capulet’s filthy-sweet words, Tag’s commanding kiss, their clever fingers—it all comes together and erupts into a toe-curling orgasm. Utter bliss, with pleasure flowing through me, all-consuming. I cry out against Tag’s mouth, one of my hands grabbing blindly for Mr. Capulet’s thigh.
With my body still shaking from my release, I open my eyes.
Both men are staring intently at me, looking very pleased with themselves.
What was I thinking? My ex-boyfriend, and my boss—my boss who is Ariel’s dad?
Tag’s smug expression transforms to concern. “Janie, what are you thinking?”
“I’m thinking we probably all made a huge mistake. I shouldn’t have—we shouldn’t have?—”
“Janie,” Mr. Capulet says, “I don’t have any regrets, other than your potential discomfort. I want to reassure you, nothing has to change between us.”
I nod and blink back tears. I want things to change between us. I’ve been fantasizing about it for months and months. But if there’s no future there, it’s better to stop now.
And Tag…he’s looking at me like he used to, when we were together.
“This is too confusing,” I say. “I need to be alone, to think.”
“I can take you home,” Tag offers.
