shut and busied herself with rearranging the first-aid kit.
Oliver was only slightly less red, but apparently more determined. “Why don’t you?”
“Why don’t I what?”
“Get yourself a hard fuck? You must have more than one guy or girl willing to help you with anything you’d want.”
It didn’t take a genius to figure out that Beth and Oliver had been discussing him. He could tell from the sidelong glances these two were giving each other, it had been at least a fleeting conversation behind the bar—or maybe in bed—between the two of them.
“My tastes run toward something specific. I find partners willing to…” Shit, how did he say this without sounding like an asshole? “Not everyone is as open to the idea of sharing the way I am.”
“Lots of people have threesomes.” Beth’s words were barely a mumble, almost as though she was embarrassed to be having the conversation. Not very Beth-like at all. “Especially here. I could name a dozen couples who would want to have you for a night. Or longer, if that’s what you want.”
It was true. The names of at least four couples currently in the club came to mind without him trying. He’d had the occasional fling with a few of the married couple members, something safe where he knew there wasn’t an expectation for more. He could go back downstairs, make a few well-placed suggestions and he’d find himself between two willing bodies. He could convince Paul and Sadie if they were here, though that avenue no longer felt completely open to him. If he asked Stephen and his sub, Josh could even get into some bondage, something he hadn’t done in months. It would be quick, sexy and meaningless fun.
Surprisingly, it was the furthest thing from what he wanted.
The older Josh got, the more he’d drifted away from casual encounters. While the stereotypical dream of two-and-a-half kids boxed in with a white picket fence wasn’t his, Josh had always fantasized about having a long-term relationship. The problem was, in those dreams there was normally more than one person in the mix. Given the views of most people, a long-term triad wasn’t in the cards.
None of which Beth and Oliver needed to know.
“I’m the boss. I don’t have the luxury of playing with my customers as frequently as I might like.” He rubbed some more cream onto his cheek and hoped the lie wasn’t transparent. “The people here would be more interested in trying to impress me. I don’t have a lot of time to pursue other avenues.”
“You work too much, boss-man.” Oliver sat on the arm of the chair, took another swig of his beer and focused his gaze on the first-aid kit. “Besides, there might be some options for you.”
Interesting. “Oh?”
Beth rose from her kneeling position and stood beside Oliver. “There are always options, Josh.”
Abused nuts completely forgotten, his cock reacted before his brain did. The press of his erect shaft against the stiff leather pants damn near pulled a moan from him. He watched in fascination as Beth reached out and ran her fingertip across the top of Oliver’s knee. It was harder to swallow than it should have been.
Oliver caressed her elbow and the top of her forearm. Their touches were uncertain, but the potential for explosive passion was clear. They wanted each other, but they wanted him too.
He indulged in the fantasy for several long, glorious seconds before reality intruded.
“You both work for me. I’d rather not open any of us up to potential sexual harassment complaints.” He took another swig of beer. “I don’t want you offering yourselves for a pity fuck either.”
He didn’t want to hear anything else. They were sweet and, if he was being honest with himself, both appeared to have a crush on him. He wasn’t completely blind or an idiot. But having a crush on your boss and acting out a fantasy with him were two completely different things. He might have teased Beth and spanked Oliver before his brains caught
Oliver was only slightly less red, but apparently more determined. “Why don’t you?”
“Why don’t I what?”
“Get yourself a hard fuck? You must have more than one guy or girl willing to help you with anything you’d want.”
It didn’t take a genius to figure out that Beth and Oliver had been discussing him. He could tell from the sidelong glances these two were giving each other, it had been at least a fleeting conversation behind the bar—or maybe in bed—between the two of them.
“My tastes run toward something specific. I find partners willing to…” Shit, how did he say this without sounding like an asshole? “Not everyone is as open to the idea of sharing the way I am.”
“Lots of people have threesomes.” Beth’s words were barely a mumble, almost as though she was embarrassed to be having the conversation. Not very Beth-like at all. “Especially here. I could name a dozen couples who would want to have you for a night. Or longer, if that’s what you want.”
It was true. The names of at least four couples currently in the club came to mind without him trying. He’d had the occasional fling with a few of the married couple members, something safe where he knew there wasn’t an expectation for more. He could go back downstairs, make a few well-placed suggestions and he’d find himself between two willing bodies. He could convince Paul and Sadie if they were here, though that avenue no longer felt completely open to him. If he asked Stephen and his sub, Josh could even get into some bondage, something he hadn’t done in months. It would be quick, sexy and meaningless fun.
Surprisingly, it was the furthest thing from what he wanted.
The older Josh got, the more he’d drifted away from casual encounters. While the stereotypical dream of two-and-a-half kids boxed in with a white picket fence wasn’t his, Josh had always fantasized about having a long-term relationship. The problem was, in those dreams there was normally more than one person in the mix. Given the views of most people, a long-term triad wasn’t in the cards.
None of which Beth and Oliver needed to know.
“I’m the boss. I don’t have the luxury of playing with my customers as frequently as I might like.” He rubbed some more cream onto his cheek and hoped the lie wasn’t transparent. “The people here would be more interested in trying to impress me. I don’t have a lot of time to pursue other avenues.”
“You work too much, boss-man.” Oliver sat on the arm of the chair, took another swig of his beer and focused his gaze on the first-aid kit. “Besides, there might be some options for you.”
Interesting. “Oh?”
Beth rose from her kneeling position and stood beside Oliver. “There are always options, Josh.”
Abused nuts completely forgotten, his cock reacted before his brain did. The press of his erect shaft against the stiff leather pants damn near pulled a moan from him. He watched in fascination as Beth reached out and ran her fingertip across the top of Oliver’s knee. It was harder to swallow than it should have been.
Oliver caressed her elbow and the top of her forearm. Their touches were uncertain, but the potential for explosive passion was clear. They wanted each other, but they wanted him too.
He indulged in the fantasy for several long, glorious seconds before reality intruded.
“You both work for me. I’d rather not open any of us up to potential sexual harassment complaints.” He took another swig of beer. “I don’t want you offering yourselves for a pity fuck either.”
He didn’t want to hear anything else. They were sweet and, if he was being honest with himself, both appeared to have a crush on him. He wasn’t completely blind or an idiot. But having a crush on your boss and acting out a fantasy with him were two completely different things. He might have teased Beth and spanked Oliver before his brains caught
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