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My heart skips a beat. She says it with such certainty. “What about… What about me and Angel?” I ask, more desperately than I intend to, cupping her face in my hand. “You want us, don’t you? I told Victor you did…”
She sighs. “Saint…” She lifts her hand and covers mine, and dread wells up in my belly. But she says, “Yes. I do. But I need some say in these… games. I’m tired of being treated like your whore.”
“You were never ourwhore,” I say emphatically. I look over my shoulder at Angel, who’s watching with interest. “We wouldn’t have wanted to keep you so badly if that was the case. If all we wanted was sex, we wouldn’t have…”
Angel finally pushes away from the door and comes to join us. I expect him to touch Lucia, but he wraps an arm around my shoulders, instead. “If you didn’t care about Lucia, you wouldn’t have fucked me, right? And you wouldn’t let me fuck you now.”
I’m nodding along with him, even though the memory of that night is still one I think of with dread and desire all at once. Then I realize what he said, and I freeze. “What? No! We’re in the back room of… We don’t even have any lube!” There. A solid reason for him not to insist.
Lucia smirks at me, although there’s something a bit off about the expression. “How lucky that I’ve been carrying lube with me in my purse.” She reaches into said purse and pulls out a tube of generic grocery store lube, holding it up between all of us. “It’s a bit hot, isn’t it? Doing this with people right outside the door?”
I drop my hand away from her cheek like it’s burned me, and I stare at her. My cheeks are flushed red, and I glance desperately at the solid door that’s keeping out the sounds and sights of the dry cleaner. There’s not even a little glass window for me to point out as a reason not to. “But—I—No—They’ll—” I stammer, not even sure where the words are coming from. “Angel wouldn’tfit.”
“He fits inside me just fine,” Lucia says curtly.
“That’s because he takes his time!” I protest. “We don’t have time. You have to be at the wedding planner’s in like… half an hour. That’s not long enough for him to get me ready to… to… do things to.”
“I’ll help him. Between the two of us, I’m sure we can work you wide open,” Lucia wraps her arms around my neck and presses her chest against mine. “You said you want both of us, right? And I’d hate for Angelo to feel left out.”
“I…” My heart is in my throat. I want to share Lucia with Angel, but I never agreed to let Angel fuck me.I’m not gay!I repeat the mantra over and over like it’s really going to make a difference. They have me backed into a corner, and I’m panicking. But I don’t want them to just shrug me off and leave. I need them to see that we can all work together.
Even if that means…
“We can’t,” I insist weakly. “Someone will know. We can’t just have sex in someone’s office.”
“Sure we can. It’s technicallyour—well, your, or Victor’s—office,” Angelo says, squeezing my shoulder. “Carmen’s not going to mind. Just leave her a huge tip.” Then he laughs. “Money, not dick.”
Lucia rolls her eyes at the crude joke. She lets go of me and takes a tiny step to the side, patting the table. “I’d love to see you bent over the desk, Saint. I’ll get so wet, watching Angelo fuck you. I’ll be so slick and ready for you after Angelo’s done.”
My mouth is dry, and all I can do is stare at the two of them. They’re serious. They really want to do this. “And if… if I do this… you’ll come back?” I ask, desperately.
“If you do this, we’ll work to take Pavone down, yes,” Lucia answers. “We’ll have to work very closely together to do that. You’ll get to see so much of me and Angelo.”
I startle when Angel puts his hand over my belt. He leans closer, his hips against my ass. “What’ll it be, Saint?” he whispers against my ear. “You could have everything you want, as long as you stop being afraid of yourself.”
I shudder as his warm breath fans out against my ear. It’s hard to remain standing because I’m weak in the knees. This is the last thing I expected to happen during this meeting—no, scratch that; it had never even crossed my mind in my wildest fantasies. It’s not that I’ve never thought about what it might be like to be fucked by Angel, but… not like this. Not here.
Not with such high stakes.
“And what happens if I don’t?” I whisper weakly. “Lucia marries Pavone, and you keep working for him?” I can’t let that happen.
“Who knows,” Lucia says darkly. “But I refuse to work with somebody I can’t trust. If the only thing you want is a pretty, unconscious body to fuck, with no reciprocation… find somebody else.”
“That’s not…” I look at her, meeting her beautiful eyes and trying to plead wordlessly with her, but she’s unmovable as a statue.
Angel slides his hand down from my belt onto my cock, which twitches in response to the stimulation of both his breath in my ear and his touch. “This isn’t a bad thing, Saint,” he murmurs, kissing my earlobe. “Just relax. Prove to me and Lucia that you really want us—both of us. And you can have us. You just have to do this one thing.”
A full body shudder runs through me, but I shift my hips to press against his hand. I want them back. So badly, I want them back. I’m willing to do anything, even this, if it gets them home.
Even if I’m terrified.
“Okay,” I say. I slump against Angel’s body, his hard muscles so different from Lucia’s small, soft form. I shouldn’t find them both equally attractive.
Lucia smiles at me and moves to unbuckle my belt. “Thank you,” she says. “You’re going to love it, Saint.”
I don’t believe her. I’ll grit my teeth through Angel’s cock inside me and think about how I’ll sink my own cock into Lucia’s warm cunt when he’s finally done. It probably won’t take Angel too long. Maybe he’s so desperate that he’ll come as soon as his cock breaches my ass.
Angel’s hold on me feels a bit constricting, like he wants to prevent me from bolting. I want to tell him he can let go, but I don’t think I’d be able to keep a steady voice. My breathing is already picking up just from Lucia slowly drawing my cock out of my boxers.
