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  He traced a wet line with his tongue around the shell of her ear. Goose bumps raced down her chest. Her breath caught, held, before it slipped back out on an openmouthed sigh.

  “You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he whispered into her ear. He eased his hand down her spine to press her hips into his. The hard line of his erection slid over her mound. Her pussy contracted, her mouth hanging open with the want raging to life. “Every fucking inch of you.” He eased his hand down, the pressure still there as he ran a finger between her butt cheeks. “So fucking hot and...”

  She bit her lip, a low moan creeping out.

  “Wet.” The sultry note was timed with the slow press of a finger into her heat.

  Her knees dipped, her mind buzzing with carnal need. She wrapped a leg around his hip in another silent request. She had to have more of his touch, his control. And most of all, the insane power he had to shut down every nagging doubt and concern until there was only this.

  And for now, this was the only thing that mattered.

  Chapter Three

  The warm wetness encased Trevor’s finger in a grip matched by nothing else. His groan rumbled in his chest and caught in his throat. “I’m going to fuck you hard,” he mumbled, half lost in the driving need that’d spiked the second Danielle had entered the room. He drove his finger into her, circled it and pulled out. “Over and over.” His teeth snagged on her skin as he dragged them up her neck and ran his finger through the folds of her pussy. “Until you beg for release.”

  “Yes.”

  Her breathy agreement raced to his dick on a path set to destroy his control. Only with her, damn it. She was the only one who’d ever gotten close to unraveling all he’d fought to gain. The only one who still could.

  His heart beat an erratic rhythm that pounded at his chest with a need of its own. The tips of her breasts teased his skin with every little movement she made. He wasn’t alone in his response, and that both comforted and terrified him.

  He released a long, slow breath in a line up her jaw in an attempt to distract her and to regain his balance. Danielle was his equal in so many ways and superior in more. They’d been raised in the same environment, held to the same exacting standards of correctness laden with expectations. She had class and strength that didn’t require a blunt attack to wield or armor to defend.

  And she’d come to him.

  He brushed his lips past hers, hunger raging as he slid his finger over her clit in a single stroke. She sucked in a breath, her nails digging into the tender flesh at his nape. Power surged up to fill him with a passion that rarely blazed this strongly. The tiny nips fired into his desire to urge him forward, but he held back. There was no getting lost. Not yet.

  Not ever.

  He’d never shame her or their families by doing so. Nor would he let his father get his snarling, spiteful hooks into her.

  He waited a beat, two. Her quick breaths heated his lips with each desperate quest for air. He slid his hand from her panties to run his palm down her lifted leg until he could hold it to him. Her weight shifted forward, urging him to rock his erection up the exposed line of her pussy. Her moan was more of a purr that rumbled from her parted lips and flowed into him.

  God, she was...

  He rocked his hips again and forced back his own rough groan. Material blocked the heat and wetness, but his imagination filled in every missing detail. She was one of the few women in the Boardroom who came close to his height. Another uniqueness he relished along with the possibilities it granted.

  She eased her eyes open. The dark brown depths hid little. Heat and lust and want flashed beneath heavy lids. She didn’t need to speak to communicate her wishes. Likewise, he didn’t need to talk to answer.

  He held back for a long moment, pulse jumping, desire raging.

  She moistened her bottom lip, muscles going lax as she fully gave herself over to him.

  Fuck. He lunged forward and claimed what she was giving with a greedy hunger that rocked his resolve. Her lips opened to him immediately, and he dove in with a wildness he seldom unleashed. Danielle did this to him every damn time.

  Which was why he rarely played with her.

  And never alone.

  She moaned into his mouth. Her tongue reached out to tangle with his. He let his control go, ravishing her mouth in a heated rush of passion and want he could never have—except here.

  Nips were followed by hard dives and chased by long strokes that throbbed in his dick and beat at his restraint. She was sweet heaven that tasted of erotic freedom and grounded danger.

  He yanked his mouth away, gasping for each breath that failed to reach his lungs. His head swam in a wild rush of aching lust that he shoved back as he spun Danielle around. Her gasp was lost in the rumbled growl from Ryan that blazed through the room in a harsh reminder of the others’ presence.

  Trevor hugged Danielle to him with an arm locked around her ribs. He found her breast with his other hand and squeezed the flesh that was yielding but firm before he pinched her nipple.

  Her knees bent, head falling back as she sucked in a breath. “Trevor.” Her breathy plea reached into him to dig at his resistance.

  “Go to them,” he said, releasing her. The loss of her touch hit him immediately. He held back his groan and remained stiff behind her when every fiber ached to draw her back to him.

  She dropped her head for a brief moment before she lifted her chin, her shoulders drawing back. He curled his hands into fists as she strolled to the other end of the table, not glancing back even once. Why should she?

  A line of beratements hammered through his mind. He listened to and rejected every one. He had to let her go to them. He couldn’t keep her for himself—physically or otherwise. If that was possible, he would’ve made that choice years ago.

  Drake shifted back from his assault on Lori’s breasts when Danielle approached, his sly grin too damn appreciative. But Trevor couldn’t slight the man. Danielle deserved every ounce of appreciation Drake rained on her.

  She stepped up to the pair, a hand sliding around each one. Drake took her mouth in a long, slow kiss that tipped her head back and taunted Trevor with the naked glory of their shared passion.

  And for one moment, he hated the fucker.

  He stalked to the threesome with a burning need to injure. Who, he didn’t know, but in the end, it was always himself.

  Lori turned to him, her eyes heavy with lust. Her round face and sandy-brown hair was nothing like Danielle’s. Full and beautiful in her confidence, Lori owned her curves without shame, which made her even more desirable.

  Trevor didn’t pause in his pursuit. He cupped Lori’s head, fingers digging into the strands as he tugged her back and dove in for a hard, hot kiss. He poured every ounce of his frustration and hunger into her without hesitation. She yielded to him, letting him take what he wanted while offering up more.

  Danielle was right there, her back rubbing against his shoulder, her arm falling from Lori to reach back and cup his ass. Fucking A.

  His groan poured into Lori as she wrapped an arm around him, dragged him closer when there was nowhere to go. The dizzying rush of flesh on flesh melded with the soft sucks and smacks peppered with lust-filled groans. This was all he needed.

  It didn’t matter who he fucked, not in this environment.

  Everything was safe here.

  He pulled back, dragged his fingers through Lori’s hair. Danielle released her hold on his ass, and his dick twitched with a desperate need he forced himself to restrain.

  Drake shifted away from Danielle and met his gaze in a silent exchange. Trevor let a slow smile lift his lips before he stepped away. He looked to the other couple to find Shelly and Ryan watching him, waiting.

  He rolled his shoulders back, excitement bubbling in a slow burn. He took in the sc
ene and found the control he relied on to survive. His words grated over his dry throat when he spoke. “Shall we begin?”

  Chapter Four

  The cold surface of the table offered a chilled relief when Danielle lay back. She sucked in an audible breath through her nostrils, her nipples tightening even more. Her head came to rest on the center of the table. She could sense Shelly’s and Lori’s above hers, but the strip of soft material over her eyes prevented her from seeing who was where.

  And therein lay the mystery. Trevor had a masterful way of spinning the known into the unknown. It wouldn’t take much to identify every player, but for now, she let the darkness surround her in anticipation.

  Someone adjusted her legs so her feet rested on the edge of the table, legs spread open and waiting. Her heels and panties had been removed before she’d gotten on the table, and the air swept in to highlight her vulnerability with an invisible brush over her exposed pussy.

  This was pure trust, and the very nature of it shook her calm while igniting her senses. Everything became more intense, from the low shuffle of movement in the room to the dig of her spine on the table. The air seemed to have fingers that reached out to brush over her abdomen and tease her nipples.

  The constant edge of need that Trevor had stoked to life lingered on a suspended wait that had never eased.

  She reached out with both hands and found the other girls. The simple connection of fingers tangling united them in a bond few could claim. She rarely mingled with them outside of these encounters, but they were easily two of her most trusted associates.

  In many ways, everyone in the Boardroom carried that title.

  Her breath hitched with her flinch when a pair of hands skimmed up her calves. A light touch, teasing. The women’s hands tightened around hers. Their gasps indicated they were being touched as well. Were the men synchronized? Or was each doing his own thing?

  The fingers trailed down her inner thighs until they reached her pussy. Every thought became focused on the tingling line that danced over her skin in its wake. Her legs twitched, the muscles contracting against the torturous tease. The coarse texture of the finger pads hinted at a hobby or profession that built up calluses. Drake then, not Trevor.

  Drake tended to have a harsher touch, and Danielle opened herself to the experience. The added roughness provided an intensity she loved. The adventure had truly begun, and to question it only sucked the possibilities away. Trevor had taught her that, back when their lives had been about little more than elitist New York parties and frivolous games created to entertain bored kids.

  Drake ran his fingers up the crease of her leg, skimming around her most sensitive parts in another tease. Her pussy clenched in a desperate request to be touched and filled, but he didn’t give in.

  Lori liked to almost purr her appreciation in a low rumble that vibrated in her throat before releasing in low gasps. But this rough growl clearly stated her frustration. Danielle smiled and squeezed her hand in agreement.

  A pop of a knee bending, the insistent push on her legs to open her more, the harsh inhalation from Shelly were all signals that Danielle processed with every defined beat of her heart.

  She rolled her head and bit her lip as hope spread.

  The first wet lick through her pussy had her crying out. “Yes.” God, yes. Her back bowed with the hit of pleasure that resonated through her core before she rocked her hips up to get more. Thankfully, Drake didn’t disappoint. He flicked his tongue over her clit before easing it down in a stroke so gentle she wanted to scream for more. Where was the roughness? The hard demand she craved tonight?

  She rolled her hips, thoughts narrowing to the uniquely distinct sensation of having a mouth lavish her pussy. The wet, flowing pressure that was at once too extreme and not enough. The hot breaths mixed with the harsh scrape of beard stubble on her inner thighs that had her both waiting for the next bite and praying it’d never come.

  He spread her open, rimmed her inner lips before blowing a long stream of air into her. The effect was confusing. Somehow, the light whisper of pleasure flicked at her lust and made her ache even more. The emptiness clawed through her desire and shoved every other need to the background.

  She squirmed to get closer, an agitated moan tumbling out. Her hips rolled with the need driving her slowly insane the longer Drake teased her. He focused his attention between her oversensitive clit and the rim of her vagina, never penetrating her nor rubbing hard or fast enough to let her come.

  Shelly squeezed her hand before letting go, and Danielle used the freedom to cup her own breast. At least the sense of neglect abandoned that one area. She pinched her nipple and hummed at the sharp pleasure.

  Around her, the soft slurps and suckles of the shared experience flooded her with a sense of intimate belonging. She released Lori’s hand and used both of her own to tweak her nipples. She tried to relax and float in the extended play until impatience clawed at her restraint. Drake had teased her until she hummed with warmth and a need that pressed on her for release.

  Desperate, she slid her hands over her abdomen to run her fingers through Drake’s thick hair. The ends tickled the space between her fingers as she urged him closer.

  He shook his head, chuckled before nipping her inner thigh. Her hiss blended with the moans and whimpers coming from Lori and Shelly. The room was filled with the erotic orchestra of sex and indulgence, and she let it lift her into the decadence.

  Trevor was somewhere in the room—to her right, playing with Shelly. Yeah, she knew that with an instinct that buzzed over her awareness, despite being blindfolded. Maybe she was wrong, but she doubted it.

  This was just foreplay, and she loved every second of it. But the main attraction was still coming.

  Trevor always came in her—here. In the Boardroom. It was the one and only place she could ever have all of him, even if it was only for a moment.

  Chapter Five

  Trevor slid his tongue through the warm folds of Lori’s pussy, her juices coating his lips with each pass. He closed his eyes and relied on touch alone to find every hypersensitive spot. She squirmed beneath his hands, but he held her legs apart and hips down in a claim of power.

  He read her signals though, her hitch of breath and the hard contraction of her muscles. Her pussy clenched in time with her whimper when he thrust his tongue into her heat, flicked it around. Her hips jerked, but he pulled back before she came.

  “No,” she pleaded, head tossing.

  Sexual energy filled the air and blended with the carnal scents of sex and arousal. He teased Lori’s clit with his thumb, fascinated with the gorgeous variety within the female anatomy. Just like dicks and men, every pussy was unique, and every woman responded differently. The journey came in discovering the individual triggers for each person.

  Lori liked a firmer touch. Intense play on her clit sent her over the edge, where Shelly went crazy when he simply circled a finger around her anus. And Danielle...

  His gaze cut to her. She was so gorgeous.

  Her hair was spread beneath her, nipples hard and erect from her own touch. His dick throbbed with the need to bury himself deep within her heat when he shouldn’t. God, he shouldn’t. Not now. Not that very first time in a room of oversexed teens and too much booze.

  But he’d known since he’d seen her name in the app, fucking Danielle was a done deal.

  Only he hadn’t expected it to be the only deal he truly wanted.

  No, damn it.

  He stood, wiped his mouth on his arm. He only needed touch. The sensation of flesh and lust. That was it.

  He tugged his fly open before leaning forward to cup Lori’s generous breasts in his hands. The mounds molded to his palms, the dark areolas standing out in sharp contrast to her pale skin. She arched beneath him as he took one pebbled peak into his mouth. He rolled
the nub on his tongue, sucked hard before needling it with his teeth. Every squirm and whimper from Lori jacked his desire higher until his groin burned with want.

  He could have sex. He could have touch—in a group setting.

  No commitments. No strings. No judgments.

  He jerked up, gaze going back to Danielle. Ryan was feasting on her now. They’d rotated women a bit ago, and Ryan’s head moved in a telling up-and-down motion. Danielle had a hand in his hair; her other hand played with her nipple. The rose-tinted peaks beckoned him to taste and savor the pert tips and make her cry with need.

  His lust crested yet again—just from the thought of her.

  Danielle.

  It always came back to her.

  Lori ran her hands over his shoulders in a gentle urging. He stared down at her and hated himself in that moment. She deserved better than what he was giving her. Even if she was blindfolded, his focus was the bare minimum of requirements, and he couldn’t even give her that.

  He pressed a kiss between her breasts and slowly stepped back. Her fingers trailed down his arms before they fell away. His pulse thrummed with the want and denial clashing within him. The never-ending battle was old and tired, yet he still fought it day in and day out.

  He snapped his fingers. The single click cut through the room.

  Ryan lifted his head, frowned. Drake sat back, brow raised. Three blindfolded faces turned to him.

  Trevor cursed them all. He didn’t need their questions, not here. This was his scene. He could be a selfish fucker. It was about the only place he’d ever allow it. So the rest of them could fuck off and leave if they didn’t like it.

  The foreign feeling ripped at his core beliefs while trampling over his moral front. He could run away, change his name, build walls and empires and a network of influence, but he would always be a Faulkner at heart.

  Annoyance fired his defiance. He glared at the other men, flicked his chin. He stepped toward Danielle, intent clear. She was all his now.