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He closed his eyes, remembering how she felt to him. Like soft velvet. And so damn wet. She purred under them. She leaned into Jason and him at the same time. Despite her surprise she had let them touch her—move under her clothes. Bring her close to coming. But it was too damn easy to get her there. She was already ready to burst as soon as he grazed her clit. It was pounding with thundering want.
He sat forward. No.
It wasn’t possible. Was it? Why else would she react like that unless she wasn’t experienced. Unless she had never had what he and Jason could offer her.
They had gauged her incorrectly. Jason was certain she was ready and open. He had seen how she reacted to both of them during the interview. There was a type of woman who exuded a level of sexual energy they recognized. It didn’t mean she was overtly a sex kitten or a fucking maniac in bed. It was more subtle than that. It was a grace and beauty in how she walked and spoke. It was her poise and independence. Her confidence in her ability to run an entire division in their company. It was the way she could stand between him and Jason and unabashedly be attracted to each of them at the same time. Jason had felt it as strongly as Wyatt had.
When she wandered into the office after hours, it made sense. It seemed like the perfect moment. The moment when they could offer her more than a job at Miller-Wentmore Global.
They could offer her a lifestyle that would change her world forever. They could offer her more than she’d ever dreamed of.
They would have to take things slow. They would have to give her time and space to adjust to the idea. To want it. To need it. To crave it like they did.
It was up to Kayla now. Did she want to run the head of marketing and pay off her uncle’s debt, or did she want to live like a goddess?
He swirled the bourbon in the glass. He wondered how long it would take her to decide she wanted to crawl into their bed. How long would it take her to figure out being fucked by both the bosses would be the most cataclysmic event in her sexual experience? How long until Kayla wanted him to take her over his desk while Jason watched? How long before she went down on Jason in the conference room? He didn’t think he could put a time table on it. But when it finally happened it would be the sweetest fucking thing in his life. Sweeter than the taste of her on his lips.
Seven
Jason
Jason let the water run over his shoulders. He had gotten home and spent an hour in the penthouse gym before cooling off in the shower. It was the only way to let out his pent-up frustration.
He needed a good run on the treadmill. He needed to fuck someone more, but that wasn’t going to happen until Kayla was ready. No more waitresses or college girls from bars. He was going to fuck Kayla Dauer with his best friend.
But who in the hell knew when that would be.
They had scared her tonight and that was the last thing either of them wanted. She had been soft and warm. She smelled like summer. Like innocence. He looked down at his cock, not being able to control it once he started thinking about her. It was growing long and hard.
“Damn it,” he growled, throwing his palms against the tile. He twisted the dial even colder. His dick needed to settle the fuck down.
When Wyatt got home they were going to have to talk about this. Had they read her wrong? Had they overestimated her willingness to give more? She had seemed like the perfect candidate. The woman that fit into the missing puzzle piece.
They always worked best with a woman between them. They needed one. They needed her.
He heard the front door slam shut and turned off the shower. He pulled a towel around his waist and walked into the hallway, making a trail of water with his footsteps.
Wyatt stood in the foyer. He wore a scowl.
“You’re dripping water everywhere,” he barked.
“We need to talk, brother.” Jason didn’t know anyway to lighten the situation. They may have completely fucked everything up.
“I think I know what you’re going to say.” Wyatt shoved his hands in his pockets. “We—”
Jason stared at him. “I’ll get dressed and then we’re having this conversation. Let me put on some clothes first.”
“Fine.”
Jason returned to his suite and pulled on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. He joined his best friend in the kitchen.
“Want a beer?” Wyatt offered.
“Getting shit-faced tonight isn’t a bad idea. I think I’ll have a few.”
Wyatt twisted off the top and handed him the bottle. “If we didn’t have a board meeting first thing in the morning I might agree with you. I thought about staying in my office and nursing that bottle of bourbon to the bottom.”
“She’s not ready. Nowhere near ready.”
