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My hand darts up to my forehead as I stare at the ground.
“Well, go ahead then,” Markus orders.
I swallow and wet my lips, then open my mouth, “Do you—”
Markus cuts me off. “You know better, Clara. Look at him while you speak.”
I heave a deep breath and lower my hand. The embarrassment doesn’t get any better when I see Grigory watching me with an amused smile. God, both men are really enjoying this.
“Would you like me to”—my eyes fall to the ground as I add the next words—“suck you off?”
Grigory moves out to sit on the edge of the chair as he leans up to grab my chin in his massive hand. “One more time,” he says with lifted brows, demanding my attention on him.
I steel myself again and let out the words, this time in an unbroken sentence. “Would you like me to suck you off?”
“No, thank you,” he says, swiping his thumb across my cheek. “But I appreciate the offer.” He lets me go, and Markus steps to my side, chuckling as he pulls me into his arms.
“You’re not very nice,” I murmur against his chest.
He leans back to pinch my cheeks. “Sorry, sweetie, but you’re just too cute when you blush.” Lifting his gaze to Grigory, he says, “Isn’t she?”
Grigory answers with a firm, “Indeed,” and I press myself back into Markus as a smile unfurls over my features. Damned dominants…
Markus moves me around the table and pulls out a chair for me. “Let’s get some breakfast.”
***
Markus orders me to remain in place while he sets the table. All three of us fall into a conversation about the show last night as we eat, and it’s surprisingly easy being together like this. When Markus walked in on me hugging Grigory, I got uncomfortable. But the wholedisplayof making me ask Grigory if he wanted a blowjob somehow loosened me up—well, after the embarrassment waned. Acknowledging the sexual nature of our relationship openly took away any feeling of doing something wrong that was about to pop up.
Once we’re all done eating, Markus leans back in his chair with his arms crossed over his chest. “So, how is everything going?” He looks from me to Grigory with a serious expression. Fun times are over, clearly, and now we’re descending into the potentially heavy stuff.
I sink into my chair and am relieved that Grigory answers the question.
“Since I came back from Berlin last week, Clara has been more at ease. It seems she needed to see for herself that I’m in this to believe it.”
Heat breaks out over my skin, and I stare down at my empty plate, my fingers flipping the fork around.Could he say it any more bluntly?Clearly, private emotions are analienconcept in this dynamic. They just put it all out there, scarily good at reading me.
Turning to me, Markus slips his fingers through my hair, tucking it behind my ear. “Are you finally starting to trust that Grigory is not going anywhere?”
I nod and gather my hands in my lap. The room grows eerily silent without the clanking of my fork as the two men give me a moment to find my words.
With a few deep breaths, I gather my nerve to dive into the conversation. I look up and glance between them. “I’m much better.”
Both of their expressions remain tight as they study me, gauging whether I’m trying to hide something. It’s like being in front of a jury.
Straightening my spine, I shake off the submissive shyness and say, “God, could you two be any more serious? Are you trying to give me a nervous breakdown with all this dominant energy or what?”
Markus’s lips tip up in a smile as he chuckles, and Grigory’s expression softens too.
“Sorry, sweetie.” Markus rubs my thigh. “We’re both just worried about you.”
“I’m good. It’s been good spending some time with Grigory.” Slipping my hand into Markus’s, I look at him. “It’s been strange being with him without having you there, but all our talks on the phone have helped. It’s still hard to wrap my head around you being okay with this, but I believe you.”
Turning to Grigory, Markus says with a warm expression as he squeezes my hand, “I think it’s safe to continue this dynamic. What do you say?”
Brusque as ever, Grigory gives a single nod.
“The two of us have been talking,” Markus says, nodding between Grigory and himself. “We want to keep sharing you. See how it goes—whether it’s something we want topursuelong-term.”
