“No lump.” His gaze follows his hand.
My heart slams against my chest remembering his lips on mine. My pussy pulses with an aching need. I’ve never come so much in my life. Definitely not like that. Heat floods me.
His gaze collides with mine and his lips tip into his flirty smile. “Want me to kiss it better?”
Oof, I almost nod because hell yeah, I do. Instead, I see the slip of paper hanging from the drawer. It’s a Post-it. I peel it off and study the sequence of letters and numbers.
“A password?” I turn it but that changes nothing.
“Could be. Tom has a horrible memory.” Finn stands and holds his hands down to help me. Of the guys, Finn is the shortest, but he’s still over six feet which, even in my three-inch heels, makes me feel pretty small.
He cups my jaw and trails his thumb over my cheekbone. “You good?”
I nod, staring at his lips, wanting to feel them against mine again. He kisses like he wants to consume me whole and I’m definitely on board for that.
“Finn,” someone else says.
We almost jump apart as we turn toward Dante standing in the doorway. His eyes narrow suspiciously, but I don’t owe these guys anything. Neither of them was anything more than a way to get off. Neither of them offered me more. That doesn’t stop the flush from taking over my chest, neck, and cheeks.
“I found another note under Tom’s desk.” I hold up the slip of paper.
Dante strides into the room and stops behind me. With both of them surrounding me, I resist the urge to fan myself from the heat accumulating under my skin. Dante doesn’t take the paper but reads it over my shoulder.
Finn arches an eyebrow at Dante, since I’m literally between them. I’m trying to maintain my cool but losing it by the minute to the flood of desire drowning me. They’re both close enough to touch me. To press me between the two of them.
“Password?” Dante’s breath teases the hair beside my ear. A shiver races through my body.
Finn’s grin widens as he lowers his gaze to mine. “Possibly.”
My hand shakes slightly from the tension brewing. Dante slips his hand over mine, steadying it, and I almost lean back into his warmth.
“You don’t mind if I take this. Do you, pip?” His fingers touch the small of my back and a jolt of sparks rains down over me. My lips part.
Finn chuckles. “I don’t think she minds at all. In fact, she wants you to have it. Don’t you, flower?”
My gaze lifts to Finn’s mischievous green eyes. My tongue darts out to wet my lips and he moves in a little closer. What’s happening here?
Footsteps sound outside the office door and they both step away from me. I’m still flustered and aroused when Wyatt stops in the doorway.
“Heading out?” His dark eyes linger on me.
I swallow and nod. “I found a potential password under Tom’s desk.”
Wyatt steps in and my knees want to give out. The three of them are too much for my system to handle. I set the paper on the desk and grab my purse.
“I need to let Peabody out.” I glance at the other two and feel the sexual tension from each of them. Biting my lip, I stop a couple feet in front of Wyatt who’s blocking the door. My voice is softer when I say, “I need to go.”
Wyatt cocks his head as if seeing me for the first time today, or like what I said didn’t make sense. But then he moves out of my way. I don’t look back as I edge around him and leave the office.
I don’t know what that was, but I’m not quite ready to be that bold.
I tied my hair up in a high ponytail and changed into jeans and a light sweater. I reapplied my favorite red lipstick and made sure Peabody ate his dinner and got some outdoor time before I left.
The car stops in front of McAvoy’s Bar.
“When do you want me to return, Miss Sara?” Brandon meets my gaze in the rearview mirror.
“I’ll catch a ride home. Have a good night.” I grab my phone and clutch and step out onto the curb. When I open the bar door and step inside, the car pulls away.
