company."
The clerk blinked at him, then started tapping away at his computer again. A few minutes later—unfortunately—he supplied the keys for two rooms on two different floors. It wasn't what he wanted but it was the right thing. Dumb though, because if he and Jason had their way, they'd only be using one room anyway.
Dana turned to them at the lift. “See you tomorrow morning. Shall we meet in the lobby?"
"You sure you don't want to see the sights?” Jason replied. “It's not so late that we couldn't get tickets for a show."
She laughed and shook her head. “No, you two go ahead. Have fun. The old lady of the group is gonna rest."
Christopher scowled. Dana was anything but old. She might have a few years on him and Jason, but good lord, she didn't look a day older. He'd never known a woman to pull off sexy and classy with the flare with which Dana did. Everywhere she went she garnered glances from men, and they weren't just benders admiring her glossy brown hair in its bouncy cut nor the brand of her killer high-heel shoes. Christopher couldn't have guessed at the brand, all he knew was that they were hard-on specials. Just a glance at her long legs, accentuated by the spiky shoes, and his cock went to instant attention ... like now.
He adjusted his garment bag to hang partially over his crotch. What was it about her that made him want to bang all day—and night—long? He wasn't some randy teenager. He'd outgrown this sort of nearly uncontrollable need years ago.
"You're going to stay in your room all night, then?” he asked in disbelief.
A faint pink tinge spilled up her cheeks. “Uh...” She looked away and he knew she had a plan that didn't include her two co-workers or staying all night in her room. “Mostly. If I feel like it later, I'll come down and get something ... to eat."
Eat? Right.
Jason glanced at him over her head. Now what? his gaze seemed to say.
"All right, luv,” Christopher agreed, though it was the last thing he wanted. “We'll catch you later. Ring us up if you're not so knackered later."
Jason turned on him as soon as the lift's doors closed, shutting Dana away from them. “Bloody hell! What was that? I could have convinced her."
"Did you really want to drag her out to show her Buckingham Palace, Big Ben and the Thames?” Christopher laughed. Jason had it bad. He'd never seen him this overwrought. Not Mr. Charming. No, normally he could seduce a woman out of her knickers in five point two seconds—unless her name was Dana Matthews.
"No but I don't want to spend the night playing naughts and crosses, either."
Good lord, neither did he.
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Chapter Two
A hot bath, some hot thoughts, perhaps a quick but hot finger-fuck and maybe she'd relax. She needed to forget the idea of sex with Christopher and Jason. They were her co-workers, for God's sake. She might need affirmation that she was still a sensual woman, but not with them. Trouble was, she didn't really want anyone else, even if it was career suicide.
She just needed to keep this obsession to herself. They didn't need to know.
Four hours in a car with them was about three hours fifty-five minutes too long. Their presence had seemed to fill the vehicle while their scents...
Their colognes were different yet similar with woodsy under-notes which mixed with their natural aromas to knock her off balance. It was such an intoxicating blend of ... man. Her sex throbbed as she recalled it. He ex's scent had never spurred such arousal. It was namby pamby at best and didn't inspire thoughts of being dragged up against a warm, hard chest. Or two.
She grinned. She was so bad, imagining both Christopher and Jason at once. Fucking the two of them had been the theme of her fantasies for months and she didn't reckon that would change any time soon. There was something decidedly naughty about the idea of taking her pleasure with two men ... but the fact that they were both ten years her junior
The clerk blinked at him, then started tapping away at his computer again. A few minutes later—unfortunately—he supplied the keys for two rooms on two different floors. It wasn't what he wanted but it was the right thing. Dumb though, because if he and Jason had their way, they'd only be using one room anyway.
Dana turned to them at the lift. “See you tomorrow morning. Shall we meet in the lobby?"
"You sure you don't want to see the sights?” Jason replied. “It's not so late that we couldn't get tickets for a show."
She laughed and shook her head. “No, you two go ahead. Have fun. The old lady of the group is gonna rest."
Christopher scowled. Dana was anything but old. She might have a few years on him and Jason, but good lord, she didn't look a day older. He'd never known a woman to pull off sexy and classy with the flare with which Dana did. Everywhere she went she garnered glances from men, and they weren't just benders admiring her glossy brown hair in its bouncy cut nor the brand of her killer high-heel shoes. Christopher couldn't have guessed at the brand, all he knew was that they were hard-on specials. Just a glance at her long legs, accentuated by the spiky shoes, and his cock went to instant attention ... like now.
He adjusted his garment bag to hang partially over his crotch. What was it about her that made him want to bang all day—and night—long? He wasn't some randy teenager. He'd outgrown this sort of nearly uncontrollable need years ago.
"You're going to stay in your room all night, then?” he asked in disbelief.
A faint pink tinge spilled up her cheeks. “Uh...” She looked away and he knew she had a plan that didn't include her two co-workers or staying all night in her room. “Mostly. If I feel like it later, I'll come down and get something ... to eat."
Eat? Right.
Jason glanced at him over her head. Now what? his gaze seemed to say.
"All right, luv,” Christopher agreed, though it was the last thing he wanted. “We'll catch you later. Ring us up if you're not so knackered later."
Jason turned on him as soon as the lift's doors closed, shutting Dana away from them. “Bloody hell! What was that? I could have convinced her."
"Did you really want to drag her out to show her Buckingham Palace, Big Ben and the Thames?” Christopher laughed. Jason had it bad. He'd never seen him this overwrought. Not Mr. Charming. No, normally he could seduce a woman out of her knickers in five point two seconds—unless her name was Dana Matthews.
"No but I don't want to spend the night playing naughts and crosses, either."
Good lord, neither did he.
[Back to Table of Contents]
Chapter Two
A hot bath, some hot thoughts, perhaps a quick but hot finger-fuck and maybe she'd relax. She needed to forget the idea of sex with Christopher and Jason. They were her co-workers, for God's sake. She might need affirmation that she was still a sensual woman, but not with them. Trouble was, she didn't really want anyone else, even if it was career suicide.
She just needed to keep this obsession to herself. They didn't need to know.
Four hours in a car with them was about three hours fifty-five minutes too long. Their presence had seemed to fill the vehicle while their scents...
Their colognes were different yet similar with woodsy under-notes which mixed with their natural aromas to knock her off balance. It was such an intoxicating blend of ... man. Her sex throbbed as she recalled it. He ex's scent had never spurred such arousal. It was namby pamby at best and didn't inspire thoughts of being dragged up against a warm, hard chest. Or two.
She grinned. She was so bad, imagining both Christopher and Jason at once. Fucking the two of them had been the theme of her fantasies for months and she didn't reckon that would change any time soon. There was something decidedly naughty about the idea of taking her pleasure with two men ... but the fact that they were both ten years her junior
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