Ella sat on Rowan’s lap, wearing a smile she’d pay for.
They were all fully clothed.
The tension drained from my body. I closed the door behind me and turned the lock.
“I was on my way out anyway,” I said casually.
It only made Nick laugh harder.
But when Ella giggled, the sound made me smile involuntarily.
I turned to face her, and any lingering irritation vanished.
“Bad girl, Ella,” I murmured, watching as her smile dimmed and Rowan’s arm tightened around her.
Nick glanced at her, then a slow, devious smirk curved his mouth.
“She offered to pose,” he said, strolling toward the desk.
“I didn’t,” she gasped.
“Mmm. I think I remember you offering,” Rowan added.
“But—”
“She wanted you all riled up,” Nick cut in, trailing his fingers along the polished wood of the desk.
“She’s getting out of control. Did you see how she fondled me at breakfast?” I asked, already unbuttoning my suit jacket.
“Shocking behaviour,” Rowan admonished, sliding Ella’s dress up her legs.
I walked around the desk, spreading her open and dropping each leg over Rowan’s as he tugged her dress to her waist. The black holdups were a stark contrast to her skin. But my eyes homed in on her slick folds.
“Would you look at that? All wet without a single touch,” Nick said, peering over at her.
“Dirty little slut,” I drawled before leaning down and slapping her inner thigh.
She hissed at the pain.
“Is this what you're paying her for, Rowan?” I asked, rubbing the pink mark on her thigh.
“Yes, administrative tasks and being a whore, apparently,” he said, cupping her breasts through the dress.
“You should give her what she wants, and I’ll join you,” I said, dragging two fingers through her wet cunt.“On the couch—so Nick can join in.”
She was wet enough to take us both.
The swelling beneath her eye was gone, and it wouldn’t hinder her from sucking his metal cock.
Her fingers were white from gripping the armrest.
“Help her up,” Rowan said, releasing her breasts.
I held my hands out, palms facing upward. She placed her small hands in mine, and I hauled her off Rowan’s lap. The skirt of her dress fell back into place.
“Take your dress off,” Rowan said.“As good employers, we need to carry out regular performance reviews.”
“Oh, this will be good,” Nick said, shrugging out of his leather jacket.
