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“Well, you don’t… I…” he stammers but then, perhaps remembering his anger from before, he turns his gaze toward me. “You simply couldn’t accept it, could you?” he whispers.
“Accept what, Derek?”
“You couldn’t accept that Eliza chose me over you. You couldn’t accept that she belongs to me now, and you had to go and have your petty revenge…” he continues, and I can’t help but raise one eyebrow at him and let out a chuckle.
“Eliza chose you? Please, Derek. Why would she choose you over me? Eliza’s mine.” This time it’s my turn to lower my voice into a whisper, and the tension in the room is almost palpable.
“Shut the fuck up, the two of you!” Eliza says out of nowhere, stepping between the two of us. “I don’t belong to any of you,” she says, her words hitting me like a shotgun blast to the chest. But then a grin takes over her delicious lips and, as she looks from me to Derek, I know that she hasn’t finished speaking. Somehow, I know that her next words will change this game we’re playing.
“The two of you … you belong to me.”
Chapter Seventeen
Eliza
Grabbing both of their ties, my fingers running down their length, I look from Carter to Derek. Their eyes are wide with surprise, but underneath the initial shock, there’s also a hint of barely contained lust.
Turning my back to them, I make my way toward the door and lock it, the sound of the lock turning sounding almost too definitive. Then I walk past them and press down the red button on my intercom.
“Clara, hold all calls. This meeting is very important, and I don’t want to be disturbed… Not even if the sky’s falling,’” I say and, without waiting for Clara’s reply, I end the connection.
Only then do I walk back to the two men who should, by all means, be off limits. Except they’re not because I don’t want them to be off limits. Grabbing them by their ties again, I curl my fingers around the expensive fabric and pull gently.
“You can’t –” Derek starts to stay, but I just tug on his tie and pull him close to me.
“I can … and I will,” I whisper, narrowing my eyes as I tilt my head slightly and brush my lips against his. My eyelids droop as I do it, Derek’s lips fitting on mine like a missing piece from a puzzle, and then I turn to Carter. Pulling him toward me, exactly like I did with Derek, I lean toward him and run the tip of my tongue along the crevice between his lips.
Without saying a single word of protest, Carter just locks his eyes on mine and, moving slowly, he places his hands on my waist and takes one step toward me. Pressing against the side of my body, I feel something hardening between his legs, something thick and long, something that’s pulsing with a violent eagerness against my outer thigh.
Following Carter’s lead, Derek presses his body against my side as well, his hands also going for my waist. Feeling that both men are at my mercy now, I simply close my eyes and let a triumphant smile waltz on my lips. Just like I told them, they belong to me … whether they accept it or not.
Letting go of their ties, I let my fingers trail down to their belts. I bite on my lower lip and, turning my hands around, let my fingers rest over the bulging shapes tenting their pants. They’re as hard as I’ve ever felt them … and, to be fair, the wetness between my thighs matches their hardness. My thong is completely drenched, and I’m already aching to let it slide down my legs … but everything in due time.
Still with my eyes closed, I curl my fingers around their cocks and squeeze them harshly, the sound of their groans like music to my ears.
“Come,” I whisper, taking one step back and hooking my fingers on their belts. Walking until my back is against the wall, Derek and Carter standing in front of me, I look from one to the other and let a mischievous grin take over my face.
I go for Derek first, loosening the knot on his tie, and then I do the same with Carter. Pulling their ties off, I let them slide off from my fingers and they fall down to the floor gently.
“Your shirts, take them off,” I order them with a commanding tone, my voice growing heavy with anticipation. Without saying a word, both men start unbuttoning their shirts, their cut muscles revealing themselves to me. I run my tongue over my lips as I watch their wall of toned abs coming into sight, and then they push their shirts down, the fabric sliding down their shoulders and arms and falling at their feet.
