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“I don’t understand,” she struggled to find words as she fell into the strokes and kisses. She absorbed each and every one as if she was paralyzed. Paralyzed with total pleasure. “Why is this happening? Now?”
Wyatt’s stare locked onto her. “Isn’t it obvious?”
She shook her head. His finger pushed inside her and she squeezed around it. Damn, he felt good. She wanted more. Jason flicked over her nipple as his lips moved to her throat with hungry kisses.
“We want you, Kayla,” he growled.
“We?” she croaked.
Jason’s lips brushed over her ear. His finger plucked at her tit, making the other side hard. “Can you honestly say you didn’t feel the chemistry between us during that meeting today?”
“Oh yes.” Her head reeled back. “I felt it. All of it.” The air was thick with the chemistry between her and Wyatt, but she had also felt the undeniable sexual connection to Jason.
Wyatt’s finger pumped in and out of her entrance.
“Did you think about us when you left?” Wyatt asked, flicking over her clit.
She nodded. “Yes. Yes.”
Her breaths shortened as her heart pounded. Their hands covered her in unison. Over her clothes. Under them. Her tits and her pussy were on fire. She was spiraling.
She gasped, trying to catch her breath. Trying to make sense out of this. “But there are two of you,” she moaned the obvious.
They nodded simultaneously while withdrawing their hands from her body. Why were they stopping? What was happening now? She wanted to cry out that she needed their warmth and strength again. She liked how it felt having them cover her. It was wrong. It was dirty. But it had felt good and strangely intoxicating. It was like she had wandered into the middle of a fantasy. Right into the brothers’ arms.
They moved away from her. Jason straightened his tie and stood from the couch.
“Something for you to consider,” he stated. “Something we’d like for you to consider.”
God, were they playing with her? Was this some kind of game?
“I-I this can’t be happening.” She looked from one to the other.
Jason grinned. “It can. It’s up to you, Kayla.”
She jumped up from the couch, but not before she saw Wyatt take his fingers to his lips. “Even sweeter than I imagined.” He smiled devilishly.
She couldn’t stand it anymore. It wasn’t real, or if it was it was part of a cruel joke. They were teasing her. Making fun of her. Mocking her lack of experience with men. She ran as fast as her legs would carry her. She beat on the elevator button.
“Oh God. Come on,” she pleaded with the elevator. “Hurry up.”
When the doors finally closed behind her, she crumpled on the floor as a burst of tears flooded her. God, could this day get any worse?
She was indebted to them. She had been forced into this job. A job she only took to free herself, but now they knew. Wyatt Miller and Jason Wentmore knew she wanted them and she had never been more humiliated.
Six
Wyatt
Fuck. She was incredible. He had never been harder, just fingering a woman. And to get a taste—just a tiny taste of her before she ran away was better than he could have dreamed. She was like pure honey. Sweet and flowery.
He looked out at the lights of the city.
Jason had left not long after Kayla. He’d see him at the penthouse later for football and a beer. He knew his brother had blue balls as fucking bad as he did. He was probably in an ice-cold shower already.
Wyatt kicked back the bourbon. When they first met Kayla Dauler this afternoon, he knew she was the one. It was instinct. Something primal under his skin that kicked in when she stood between them during the interview. He could see it clearly—and so could Jason. He had no doubt she was meant to be theirs, but that was before she tore out of here like she was on fire. As if somehow she had been burned by them.
They were small touches. Only tiny flames. Not close to the pure fire he wanted her to feel.
