Page 27 of Finally, His

“Did I say to leave your position? Slip those leggings off. Panties, too. Eric, door.”

Eric swallowed down a smile that attempted to rise.Thank fuck.He clicked shut Alexander’s massive office door and ran his fingers down the deep filigree cuts in the wood before turning as if to remind himself he was there. And with any luck about to get down and dirty with the two people he loved most in the world.

Then again, Eric had learned never to assume what the man had planned.

Alexander grasped the back of her knees and yanked her closer. “Lean back. Eric needs to see you better.”

“Require my assistance?” He moved to stand nearer to him and Rebecca.

Alexander glanced up at him, his icy blue eyes deliciously assessing him. “You are. Just by being here.”

Ah, so he was going to watch? Delayed gratification was often something he had to endure with Alexander, but even a saint could run out of patience.

“Lean back. Hands on the desk behind you.” As Alexander leaned back in his chair again, a creak broke the silence. “Now, tell me specifically what you two want. And don’t deny it. You do want something.”

Rebecca’s face stilled. “I wasn’t thinking of anything specific.”

Sure, she wasn’t. He loved Rebecca with every part of his heart, but he knew her. She loved to tease.

“Are you sure?” Alexander leaned forward and buried his index finger inside her. She gasped and whimpered but amazingly didn’t move her hands.

His fingers moved ever so slightly, earning another sharp intake of air from her. “What. Do. You. Want?”

“Whatever you want.” A long groan left her throat.

Eric almost let all the things he’d willingly beg for at that moment spill from his mouth, but he held it all back. The question wasn’t aimed at him.

Alexander inserted a third finger. “I could watch you in this position all day. In fact, I’d like to hang a portrait of your nude body over my mantle.” His eyes sliced to an empty spot on the wall. “Legs open, inviting me in.”

She smiled—a slow inching up of her lips that signaled perhaps she could also picture such a thing. Eric could see it, too. No face. Just her knees, wide, with all her pink flesh glistening … Eric’s zipper could bust open from the mere mental picture.Two years ago, if you’d told him he’d have a thing for two people at once, he’d have asked the person what drug they were on. Now, loving these two people, needing them, was as natural as breathing.

Alexander quickened his fingers. “You’d do that for me, wouldn’t you?”

She blinked and sucked in a long breath. She was close. “What?”

“Sit for a painter. Let him paint you. Like this.”

Her eyes widened, and she nodded. “Whatever you wish.”

He withdrew his finger, and a protesting whine left her throat.

So Alexander would continue to keep them on edge a little longer. Patience gone, Eric moved closer and let his thighs hit the desk. “Doesn’t sound like many wishes are being granted.”

Alexander didn’t look up at him, but a tell-tale twitch in his jaw spoke for him. Eric was in so much trouble. He wasn’t sorry. What he was, was out of options.

Alexander rose. “Let’s go, all three of us. Finish this elsewhere.”

“That means we’ll—”

“That means I’ll consider whatever you two have yet to ask me for.”

Eric would be happy to spell it out for him—preferably with his tongue.

ERIC

Alexander was a dick. Not that Eric would ever say such a thing to his face—at least not willingly. Not if he wanted to keep his balls attached to his person. Plus, he also was a dick Eric loved.

Eric struggled against the thick black cords banding his arms behind his back. His knees chaffed anew as he attempted to balance himself. The key word was “attempt.” Tony was driving and yet another dick, given how he was swinging through Capital Beltway traffic—likely on purpose, knowing Eric was bound and struggling to stay upright before Alexander in the back of the limo.

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