After rounding the desk, I slip between his legs and sit on his left thigh, then lean in and whisper, “Unless you want me to be.” My voice is sultry despite feeling nothing at his nearness. No desire, no racing heart, not even fear.
I run my hand down his silky tie then let my fingers wander lower until I’m massaging his length through his suit pants.
He lets out a half-groan, half-chuckle, and glances over my shoulder. My brows knit as he continues to stare past me, amusement darkening his expression. Just when I turn to see what he’s looking at, a yelp escapes my throat as he swiftly pulls me in so I’m straddling him. Unease twists my gut, but I cover it up with a slow half-smile.
I don’t know what I was expecting, but it wasn’t this. Based on his treatment of me so far, I thought I’d at least have to work a little harder to get this kind of attention from him.
As I lower my lips to his neck and glide the tip of my tongue up to his ear, he moans, and my mind whirls at his reaction. It’s the first sign he’s given that I might actually be able to pull this off. I might be able to walk out of here tonight with Raife Matthews seeing me as someone to desire. As someone he could potentially loosen up around and maybe even invite into his bedroom—one room in the house I’m willing to bet has no cameras. What better place to hide your secrets?
His breath fans across my ear, cool and minty, as he asks a little too loudly, “Would you be willing to do anything for me then?”
I squeeze my eyes shut, images of this morning flashing through my head. Pulling his earlobe between my teeth, I bring my fingers to his tie and begin to loosen it. “Anything you wan—”
Pain surges through my scalp as my head’s yanked back. One hand grips my waist, and then I’m spun around. His hard dick digs into my ass, and my back is against his chest.
My breaths come out fast and short. I try to adjust my eyes to the new view of his office.
The only lamp in the room is now behind me, and it’s small enough to leave everything before me a disorienting sea of black and grey. As pieces of furniture take shape, I mentally store each closed drawer away in case I ever find myself in this room alone with time to snoop. It’s not until my eyes flick to the right that another, larger, form slowly takes shape as well. I squint while Raife’s cold hand runs down the side of my waist then curves around my hip. He dips his fingers beneath the fabric of my G-string, but I’m more focused on the person I now see sitting diagonally from me, in the far right corner.
My heart thumps against my ribcage.
Everything around me goes still as I take him in. The thick dark hair almost falling in his face. His set jaw. Broad shoulders. His hand resting on the chair’s armrest. I watch with bated breaths as his fingers steadily go up, down, up, down.
Tap, tap, tap.
A thick swallow passes through my dry throat. I came here prepared for Raife Matthews.
Not his brother.
I squeeze Raife’s suit sleeves when two long, thin fingers are shoved painfully inside me.Fuck.An ache swells between my legs. Raife’s soft, raspy chuckle echoes in my left ear, and the tapping across the room stops. Heavy silence rings in the air for a long, drawn-out moment.
Raife fingers are still inside me, unmoving, when he calls, “I’ll make you a deal.”
It’s clear he’s not speaking to me, so I keep my mouth shut and my legs spread. Just how he likes it, I assume.
“A deal.” Adam’s deep, smooth voice slides past my ears and burns low in my stomach, causing me to clench around Raife’s fingers. My heart pounds faster. “I’m listening.”
Raife’s free hand teases the bottom of my bustier. “I might be willing to meet you in the middle on Murphy.” He inches higher, higher, until he’s stroking the curve of my left breast. “Perhaps.”
When Raife doesn’t elaborate and instead cups my breast, then gradually glides his fingers in and out of me, Adam’s hand slowly curls into a fist. His gaze finds mine, and he runs his tongue along his bottom lip, then tilts his chin. I pull my own lip between my teeth to keep from squirming as an unexpected tremor flutters between my thighs. Raife pumps faster, but Adam’s eyes are locked on mine, holding me captive until all I see, all I feel, is him. The tension rolls off his body in waves. Electric waves that send a warm jolt through me every time Raife’s fingers slide inside me.
Impatience drips from Adam’s voice, and somehow it only makes me clench tighter. “The goddamn deal, Raife.”
My breaths shorten, and I let my head fall back against the curve of Raife’s shoulder if only to free myself from Adam’s hold. A cold feeling tries to work its way into my gut—unease, guilt, confusion. It’s okay to feel pleasure, I remind myself. It’s anecessityto get Raife where I need him. It doesn’t matter who it’s from—which brother, or how, as long as Raife thinks he’s the one who turns me on.
There’s no way Raife’s going to get an orgasm out of me, not after what he did to me this morning—what I can only guess he might have done to Frankie. But I can’t help the ripples of pleasure that tease me when his brother is mere feet away, his presence a live wire beneath my skin. His voice, deep and masculine, warming my insides. His eyes piercing mine so intensely it’s like he’d go blind if he looked away.
Raife’s response slices through my thoughts. “You finish this with my lovely hire, and we’ll meet halfway.”
My head snaps up, and my pulse spikes.What?
Adam doesn’t hesitate. “No.”
The material of my G-string pinches my skin when Raife’s hand disappears, then I’m forced to my feet. I wince when he clasps my wrists together behind my back with one hand and shoves my shoulder blades with the other until my nose almost touches his desk.
“Come again?” Raife asks.
I manage to angle my head in time to see Adam stand and take a few steps toward us. It’s not until then that I notice papers in his left hand. “No deal,” Adam says. “It’s all in or nothing.” His gaze drifts to mine, and a muscle in his jaw ticks. “I don’t do anything halfway.”
