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  My jaw dropped.

  His head lifted and his dark gaze narrowed on my expression.

  Heat filled my cheeks, and I wondered if I was about to be fired.

  He waved a hand at the chair pulled close to the front of his desk, and I sat, landing a little hard because my knees gave out.

  “Nothing to say?” he said, his voice low and cool.

  “I apologize. I hope you won’t think less of Grayson. It was all my idea.”

  “I know.”

  His head canted to the side, and his gaze moved from my face to my white blouse and lower. “Would you like to know how I know?”

  Because I didn’t know what the right answer might be, I nodded.

  He turned one of the monitors toward me. In the center was a video frame. With the touch of a button, I watched as I stepped behind the falls, took a seat and then began to strip off my underwear. The resolution was terrific. So good, I could see my taut nipples. Then Grayson arrived and the footage continued to play.

  Until that moment, I didn’t realize just how good Gray and I looked together. Neither of us made horrible faces when we made love. The muscles of his broad shoulders flexed, as did those of his buttocks. His pace was quite athletic.

  I watched as I pleasured myself, tonguing my own nipples. Watched Grayson watching me, his blue gaze darkening as it trailed down my breasts to my quickly toggling finger.

  The video stopped, and I realized not only was my face flushed, but my entire body was hot. I’d grown aroused.

  And from the dark glint in Trace’s brown eyes, he knew it.

  I swallowed hard then cleared my throat. “I can’t have been the first guest to fuck in your pool.” I nearly died, my tongue getting in front of my brain. I’d never been able to curb it. Especially when I was angry.

  The corners of his mouth twitched, then his lips settled into a firm, straight line. “You’re very new. I’ve been looking over your personnel file.”

  My gaze darted to the folder. “I know I don’t have much of a resume. Frankly, I was surprised when your company hired me.”

  “I like young employees, love the energy,” he said, his voice smooth but not giving a hint of what he was really thinking. “They bring fresh ideas. And I like setting them free to become who they are meant to be.”

  I nearly rolled my eyes at that bit of metaphysical crap, but managed to keep my gaze fixed on him. That wasn’t so hard. His strong featured-face was very striking. Not pretty in the least. Overtly masculine. Again, heat flared, settling in my belly. I shifted in my seat. “You aren’t exactly decrepit yourself.”

  He flashed a quick smile then gave me another sharp stare. “I like employees who take risks. Who are open to new ideas.”

  “I’m just a secretary. I’m not going to redesign a computer operating system.” Good lord, would I ever shut up?

  He tapped his finger against the top of his desk. “Tell me about your…brother.”

  I drew in a deep, sharp breath. “We’re not blood relations.”

  “That’s good to hear. But you were raised as siblings?”

  “Since we were children,” I whispered. “And I know how that sounds.”

  “Like you’re committing incest?”

  I nodded, feeling the heat leach from my face. “Some might consider it that.”

  “You don’t?”

  I held still. Grayson didn’t, but he was older. I’d always liked the taboo nature of my feelings for him.

  Trace’s stare was so sharp, I knew he’d detect a lie. So I raised my chin. “Gray never saw me as a sister. We were friends.”

  “Close friends.”

  “He showed me how to masturbate.” That blurt wasn’t an accident, but I was growing angrier. Did he want to shame me?

  “Was he your first lover?”

  “Depends on whether you think oral sex counts.”

  His mouth pursed, and his glance dropped away. “You love your brother.”

  “I do.”

  “Are you faithful?”

  My eyes widened. “I would never sneak around on him, but we aren’t exclusive. We really wouldn’t know how to be.”

  He sat back in his chair, his elbows resting on the arms, his fingers steepling beneath his chin. “Good to know.”

  Again, his gaze rested on my blouse. “Is there a spot?” I asked, my tone biting. If he was imagining my naked breasts, breasts he knew the shape and color of, I was going to call him on it. He’d already embarrassed the hell out of me.

  “Lock the door to my office.” When my eyes widened, he shooed me with a hand. “Do it now.”

  Because I was afraid the trembling that had started at his command would weaken my knees, I pushed up from my chair and walked slowly toward the door. With my hand on the handle, I glanced over my shoulder. “I take it you aren’t going to fire me?”

  “We’ll see.”

  Fuck, was he going to make me have sex with him to save my job? I should have been horrified. Or at the very least indignant. This was sexual blackmail. But deep down, I wasn’t horrified or indignant. I was getting horny.

  I locked the door and turned, setting my back against the cool door. I gave him as steady a stare as he gave me.

  He stood and walked around his desk to sit on the edge. “Do you wonder why you won’t commit to your brother? To one lover?”

  “Neither of us have the best examples to emulate. Our parents are players.”

  “When I told you to lock the door, why didn’t you run?”

  “Shouldn’t I be afraid for my job? Or for Grayson’s?”

  He arched a brow. “Are you?”

  And because I knew I couldn’t lie, and really didn’t want to, I shook my head.

  “Why did you stay?”

  My courage only took me so far. I shrugged.

  He held out his hand, beckoning me closer.

  Slowly, dragging my feet, I walked toward him until I was close enough he took my hand.

  His fingers closed around mine. I liked the dry warmth of his hand.

  “I think you’re curious about…us.”

  “There is no us,” I blurted.

  “But you want there to be.”

  “I don’t…that’s ridiculous…” I couldn’t help the quickening of my breaths.

  He pulled me closer until his face and mine were only inches apart. “Are you afraid of me?”

  “No.”

  “Good. Now, remove your clothes.”

  He let go of my hand, and my body felt the same sudden chill my fingers did. “Just like that? You expect me to strip? I don’t need this job that badly.”

  “I won’t fire you if you refuse. I’ll be disappointed, but only because I misjudged you.”

  I didn’t understand, and my expression must have reflected my confusion, because he cupped my cheek, giving me a strangely tender caress. “Zoe, I want you. But I also want Gray. I think your needs are very nicely aligned with mine. Do you understand now?”

  “You want to fuck us both?”

  “I want to be more than a…fling. I want to bring both of you home.” He ringed my wrist with the fingers of one hand, while he rubbed his thumb against my lower lip. “I’d love to see you bound and wearing a blindfold, not knowing whether Gray or I am about to come into your mouth.”

  Moisture wet the crotch of my panties. And I stuck out my tongue to push against the pad of his thumb.

  One corner of his mouth rose. His expression lost a little of its hardness; his dark eyes glinted with approval.

  “Remove your clothes. We can talk later.”

  And because he’d already had me when he’d told me to lock the door, I backed up a step and slowly stripped, careful to drape my clothes over the chair I’d been sitting in, taking my time so that my mind could catch up with the excitement tingling throughout my body.

  When I was nude, he held my hand, dragging it upward and guiding me to twirl in front of him as he looked me over. “You’re beautiful.”

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nbsp; “Thank you.”

  “You aren’t to speak. Not now. Just follow my lead.”

  I closed my mouth. Since when did I ever keep silent? For him, I wanted to behave.

  He lowered my hand and released it, then lifted both breasts in his hands. “For being so large, they are surprisingly firm.”

  I bit back a comment. I loved my breasts. They were very sensitive. When his thumbs rasped the tips, I gasped.

  “Clamps might not be comfortable for you to wear, but I’ll try them anyway.”

  He gave the tips of my breasts a hard pinch, and I shuddered. Moisture trickled down the inside of one thigh.

  Again, he dropped his hands and moved to the side. “Bend over my desk.”

  I didn’t hesitate, draping my torso over the cool wood. When he moved my hands behind my back, I grasped them together, liking the way my back arched, pressing my breasts firmly against the wood.

  Behind me, the leather chair creaked. His hands petted my bottom, then smoothed up between my legs, fingers stroking over the moisture glazing my thigh. Then I felt his warm breath gust against my sex a moment before his tongue dragged through my folds.

  I moaned, and set my cheek against his desk, closing my eyes to concentrate on the glorious sensation of his tongue lapping at me, tunneling into me, then stroking my clit.

  Something pressed into my entrance. Not warm. Not fingers. Something solid and thick.

  Where had he hidden the dildo?

  It pushed forward, filling me, and my pussy clenched around it.

  He patted my bottom. “Keep this inside you until lunch time. Now, get dressed. We both have work to do.”

  Surprised, I lay for a moment longer, until I saw him circle his desk and take his seat again. His eyebrows rose, and he gave me a pointed stare.

  Anger flared inside me. He’d teased me, gotten me hot, and now he wasn’t going to finish what he’d started?

  He tapped my nose. “Patience, Bunny.”

  The hours dragged as I sat in my chair, taking calls and announcing visitors. The worst part of the morning was moving from the chair to bring coffee or sit quietly in a corner of his office taking notes, because I was hyper aware of the thick dildo lodged in my vagina. Every time I walked, I had to concentrate to keep it inside me.

  When noon came, I was angry and flustered. My pussy was wet and itchy. I could barely tolerate sitting because it pushed the dildo deeper, and all I could think about was how much I needed it removed and replaced by something else—a firm, hard cock.

  With my hands poised above the keyboard, I realized I sat frozen. All my concentration was on the dildo and my hot pussy.

  “Hey, sis.”

  I darted a startled glance at Grayson, whose gaze was narrowed on me. “I didn’t know you’d be here.”

  There was a question in his eyes. And I felt my cheeks heat up. “He knows,” I whispered. “About everything.”

  The soft whoosh of the door opening behind me had me stiffening. “You’re here. I’ve ordered lunch for us all.”

  Sure enough, a woman with a large wicker basket passed my desk, her smile aimed at Trace. “I’ll set this on the table.” She paused beside my desk and laid the invoice in front of me.

  I glanced at the order, but didn’t really pay it any attention. I waited until she left to raise my gaze to Trace.

  He arched a brow and stood to the side, waving Grayson inside, and then stared at me until I slowly rose and made my way toward him. At the door, he caught my elbow. “When you’re inside, walk to my desk and strip. Bend over it again. I want Gray to see what you’ve been up to.”

  “Don’t you mean what you’ve been up to?” I muttered.

  “No speaking,” he whispered.

  And because I was hot and bothered, and close to not giving a damn what either man thought, I walked bowlegged to the desk and quickly shed my clothes, ignoring Grayson’s shocked expression. A moment later, I rested against the wood, hands behind me, closing my eyes and hoping my ass wasn’t as red as I knew my face was.

  A throat cleared behind me.

  “Um, I thought you wanted to talk about the schedule for the system build?”

  “We’ll get there,” Trace murmured. “Before that, I wanted you to know about the very interesting conversation your sister and I had earlier.”

  I heard Grayson’s quick inhalation. “We’re not related.” His voice sounded tight.

  “I don’t care. She and I have come to an arrangement.”

  “Trace? What’s this all about?”

  I heard the concern, the doubt in his voice, and I couldn’t stand the thought that he didn’t know what was happening. “It’s okay, Gray,” I said, raising my head to peer over my shoulder. “He has a camera inside that waterfall.”

  Gray’s gaze narrowed as he shot Trace another hard glance. “Are you blackmailing her?”

  One side of Trace’s mouth kicked up. “Yes, but only because it turns her on.”

  Grayson’s glance swung back to me. I shrugged my shoulders. “He didn’t make me take a dildo up my cunt. But there’s more…”

  Trace waved to one of the chairs directly behind me, and I lost sight of both men as they sat.

  “I’m interested in your sister. She tells me you aren’t exclusive. I need to know this won’t affect our working relationship.”

  Grayson took his time answering. I could imagine his gaze swinging from my naked ass and back to Trace. “We aren’t exclusive. We’re both free to see whomever we want.”

  “Then I would like to extend the invitation to you as well.”

  “Pardon me?”

  “I find you both attractive. I’d like to have you over this weekend.”

  “You want us both?”

  I rolled my eyes, because now Grayson was sounding like a parrot. “He wants to fuck us both. Oh! And he wants me tied up and gagged.”

  “I never said I’d gag you, only that I’d like you wear a blindfold. Putting a gag in your mouth would defeat the purpose.”

  I couldn’t help it, I snickered.

  Grayson made a choking sound. “How long has she been holding that dildo inside?”

  “All morning.” There was a hint of a smile in Trace’s voice.

  “Are we really going to eat lunch?”

  “Yes, while she wonders whether she’ll ever get rid of the dildo.”

  I began to rise, ready to tell them both to go to hell, but a hand between my shoulders pushed me back down. “Patience, Bunny.”

  Lunch had proved a very frustrating, but ultimately satisfying affair as both men had taken turns pleasuring my aching pussy.

  When Trace had pulled out the dildo, I’d groaned loudly.

  When one of them had taken a seat and lovingly treated me to a slow, thorough licking, I had moaned.

  At last, they’d taken turns, both cloaked in condoms so that I didn’t have a clue who fucked me, but that had been part of the pleasure. The not knowing for sure.

  This was now Friday, and Grayson and I had arrived in the early evening at Trace’s door. He’d buzzed us in with strict orders to hang our clothing on the coat rack beside the door.

  We’d given each other grins and obeyed, eager to see what else our boss had planned.

  Now, I was on my knees, my cheek against a thick floor mat, my arms wrapped in rope from wrists to nearly elbows, a spreader bar strapped to my ankles.

  Trace had applied rubber-tipped clamps to the tips of my nipples and I was busy rubbing my breasts against the mat while my pussy was once again filled with a thick plastic phallus.

  “That should keep her busy,” he drawled, then led Grayson out of sight. From the sounds the men made, they were enjoying themselves.

  Grayson’s little sex sounds, ragged gasps and chest-deep grunts, indicated he was getting close to an orgasm. So unfair. I’d been the one to get him hard, going down on him and stroking him with my hands until he was hard enough to wear the harness and cockring Trace demanded.

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’d also sucked on Trace while he’d pulled my hair.

  My pussy was soaked and throbbing, and they chose now to get acquainted?

  I groaned and slumped against the mat, tears of self-pity beginning to pool in my eyes. Then hands reached beneath me and removed the clamps from my nipples. As searing pain had me hissing, the dildo was tugged out.

  A moment later a hard smack landed on my buttocks. Not leather, not skin. It struck again. A fucking wooden paddle.

  A dark scarf dropped in front of my face and unseen hands tightened around my head, cutting off my sight.

  The smacks continued, lowering, centering over my pussy and the base of the dildo. Not hard. But they did get my attention. My belly began to quiver in anticipation.

  The mat shifted on either side of me. I was hauled upward, to rest on my knees. The ropes around my arms loosened. Strong arms lifted me and carried me across the room. I was laid on a mattress, my legs straightened, and something attached to the spreader bar was pulling it upward. My wrists were wrapped with wide bands and my arms were stretched wide. I tugged against the new restraints, knowing how I must look limbs wide, my nipples red, my pussy soaked.

  The mattress dipped to my side. “You okay?” came Grayson’s soft voice.

  “Sure,” I said, hoping it would be true very, very soon. “You?” I whispered. “I wasn’t sure you’d go for any guy-on-guy.”

  He gave a soft chuff of a laugh. “Well, my cherry’s popped. I kind of liked it.”

  “Wish I could have watched.”

  “Did I say you two could talk?”

  I turned my head toward Trace’s voice and pouted my lips. “Just because you own us…”

  He laughed. “Yeah. Remember that.”

  He was near my legs. And then his hands caressed both inner thighs, smoothing from knee to nearly pussy. “You have a very pretty cunt. I like fucking it, Bunny.”

  I wrinkled my nose. “Did I mention how much I hate that nickname?”

  “Grayson mentioned it, but it suits you, little slut.”

  I gasped at the slur.

  A mouth trailed one inner thigh. “I like how slutty you are for us, sweetheart. Now open that mouth of yours.”

  His mouth captured my labia and drew on them.

  I opened mine and waited as Grayson straddled my upper torso and fed his dick into my mouth. It was bliss. No other word could describe how I felt, my mouth crammed, my pussy being teased. But then, Trace moved, and raised the bar between my feet. He palmed my ass and drove his cock into my pussy.