“Butwereyou trying to destroy her marriage?” I don’t know why I asked it. I didn’t really care.
She laughed, taking a sip of her dirty martini, setting it on the bar top before looking back at me. “I wasn’t, no, but her husbandsure was. He wasn’t happy and wanted her gone. I don’t like to brag, but I know how to keep someone happy.”
Something weird swirled in my gut, and when I realized that the statement had aroused me, my eyes widened. I wasn’t against men and women. Hell, sex was sex. Love was love and all of that. Before I had completely come out of the closet, I’d fooled around with a woman or two. It’s how I knew they just didn’t do it for me.
But when Katia unbuttoned her jacket, her breasts spilling out to fill her blouse, my mouth watered. That was new. What was happening to me?
Adam noticed. He nudged my shoulder as I picked up my beer and took another sip. I shot him a glare before I worked up the balls to ask Katia what I really wanted to ask her.
“How do you feel about sharing?”
It was a bold question, but the woman didn’t flinch. She took another drink of her martini before her piercing gaze met mine. “I’ve never been against it. Some people love to have a good time, and if that means bringing in an extra partner, I’m game.”
It was as if she sensed what I was getting at, meeting my dare for what it was. Her eyebrows lifted in question, as if begging me to take the leap and utter the words that wanted to slip past my lips. Adam knew about my and Dom’s deal, so it wouldn’t be weird to go there in front of him, but I’d clearly just cock-blocked the man.
“So if someone propositioned you and said that they liked gifting a special playmate to their spouse, you wouldn’t be offended by that?”
She laughed, downing the rest of her drink. When she rose from her seat and stood in front of me, my skin tingled. All I wanted to do was reach out and grab her waist, to pull her to me and feel what her soft body would feel like against mine. My breath quickened, and I needed to get myself under controlbecause this wasn’t about me. This was about Dom and his desires, but I couldn’t deny that Katia was doing something to me. Something completely unexpected. Something that I didn’t exactly hate.
“What are you asking me, Mr. Marshal?”
Adam snorted, picking up his beer and taking a drink. He stole our attention for just a moment before we focused on each other again.
“My husband, Ms. Petrov. Every year on his birthday, I give him a special gift. What do you say to being this year’s present?”
She bit her bottom lip and my eyes trailed to the motion, glued to the red lipstick as she worked the flesh between her teeth. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned in closer to me. “And what about you, Mr. Marshal? What role do you play in all of this?”
The air rushed from my lungs because in the last eight years of marriage, I’d never had a woman ask me that question. None of them seemed to care that I was throwing them at my husband or that I wasn’t involved, but Katia? She was so different.
“I’m just a bystander. I don’t participate. This is all for Dom.”
She raised one perfectly arched eyebrow at me as if challenging that notion. And maybe she would win. She was already playing my body like a well-oiled machine, and I’d never had that response to a woman before.
Chapter Two
Katia
The apartment was nice. Nicer than I expected anyway. When I’d taken the job at the office, the pay wasn’t that great, but if Caleb had been there for years, there was a chance he’d been making a decent amount more. He hadn’t mentioned what his husband did for work, but I didn’t care. There was something about Caleb Marshal that called to me the second I’d laid eyes on him. It didn’t even faze me that he was married to a man.
Caleb fidgeted in the doorway as I walked around the living room, inspecting the furniture. “Dom should be home soon. You’re welcome to make yourself at home.”
I didn’t miss the way he had to work extra hard to swallow. He’d said he'd previously gifted a woman to his husband, but he said nothing outside of him being a bystander. Did he watch? Or was he not involved at all? My body tingled at the thought of finding myself between two men, even if one of them didn’t know he wanted it. I was pretty good at getting my way, and if I was reading Caleb correctly, I was well on my way to getting it.
“And how do you propose I make myself at home?” I asked as I kicked off my pumps before plopping backward onto the couch, crossing one stocking-clad leg over the other.
Caleb unbuttoned the top button of his shirt as he walked deeper into the room. He looked nervous as I slid lower in my seat, causing my skirt to rise to show off the lacy edge of my stockings, attached with a bow to a garter. Maybe it was all a little much to wear to work, but I liked to feel sexy, even when no one saw it but me.
When he rubbed the back of his neck and cleared his throat, I knew I had him. It didn’t matter that he wasn’t typically interested. If I was here to play with his husband, I wanted to play with him as well. Caleb was attractive, tall, and chiseled. Just how I liked my men. His light brown hair was swept to the side, but long enough that it still had a slightly disheveled look that made him look slightly unkempt and sexy.
The more he moved around the room, the more I picked up on his discomfort with me. I only wanted to push things further, to see if I could make him snap and initiate things. If this were going to happen, it still needed to be mostly on his terms. While I could be sort of a slut at times—something no one should be ashamed of—I never forced someone into anything. I just liked sex. Feeling good wasn’t a crime. Anyone who made people feel less than for loving it was the real problem.
Maybe it was wrong to mess with one of my new co-workers, but he’d been the one to proposition me, after all.
When Caleb still didn’t spring into action, I unbuttoned the first button of my blouse. I’d been blessed with an ample chest, and my cleavage spilled forward for his viewing pleasure. His eyes snapped in my direction before he looked up to the ceiling and muttered something to himself.
He’d said to make myself at home, and I knew I was pushing limits, maybe going a little too far, but I wanted to see the moment this man gave in. From what I could see, there were at least two bedrooms in the place, plus a bathroom. He had an escape. Caleb was making the choice to stay.
My fingers continued to work open the buttons on my blouse, my eyes trailing the man who stalked the room as I kept going. I didn’t stop until my shirt was completely open and I had to pull it from my skirt to remove it. It didn’t matter that it left me in nothing but my bra and skirt, my shirt hanging on my shoulders, in front of the man who brought me here as a gift for someone else. I wanted him to see me.
