other’s bodies,
learning more about your own.”
He reached out and stroked her cheek. “You don’t even have
to answer out loud. But ask yourself, and answer honestly, did you enjoy it?
Was there a difference in your level of pleasure when you didn’t have to ask
for what you wanted or plan it yourself?”
“Look, I give you credit for showing me that there are men
out there who are capable—”
Marc’s eyebrow rose and she paused and took a deep breath.
She smiled. “Okay, you two are skilled at pleasing a woman. I admit it. But
don’t expect me to put it in your next peer reviews.”
He grinned. Thank God she wasn’t going to shut them out
completely. They had way too much going for them to not explore this aspect of
their relationships to the fullest. He knew in his gut none of them could find
anything comparable with anyone else. The perfect blending of chemistry and
personality between them wasn’t common.
Lori sighed. “I just wish it was two other men who’d taught
me all of this.”
Chapter Six
When the alarm clock rang Monday morning, Lori groaned and
switched it off. Even after spending most of the day before trying to decide
how to handle her turbulent feelings, she couldn’t face Brad and Marc in
person. Concentrate on work? Well, maybe from home. She could work from her
laptop and probably accomplish more.
Doing something she rarely did, she tapped in the phone
number for Mr. Riggs’ desk and left him a voicemail. She hadn’t missed a day in
over eighteen months, so no one could begrudge her a mental health day.
Fitting, mental health. This situation she had created was
definitely crazy. After twenty years of keeping to her “no dating coworkers”
rule, she had completely annihilated her entire rulebook. Took a flogger to it,
as it were. Could she gracefully back out? Thanks for introducing me to
this, guys. Now I’m going to find my own Dom.
That didn’t seem right. And if she were honest, which she
liked to think herself capable of being, she didn’t want to try the scene with
someone else.
But how could she keep it casual with Brad and Marc if she
let it continue? She only had two states of mind, or sex life: single or in a
relationship. She didn’t sleep with guys she dated until she was certain there
was something between them beyond sexual chemistry.
That could be the problem. She focused so hard on the
“beyond” she hadn’t noticed the lack of chemistry in the past. Yet her body had
been aware of these two men from the start, each in their own way. Brad was the
type of guy she’d panted after in college, so clean cut and fair, kind of
metrosexual without being effeminate. So handsome she just sighed sometimes,
wishing she were younger.
Marc’s darker looks had become her favorite when she’d
entered her thirties. Exotic. Erotic. The kind who made you think of the
tropics, secluded beaches and fruity rum cocktails. That warm burn spreading
throughout your body.
How had she never noticed his ear was pierced? Obviously, he
never wore the gold hoop to the office, but when they worked, they often sat
close enough to count each other’s freckles. She probably had never pulled her
gaze away from his spellbinding eyes, except to look down at her papers.
Tossing back her covers, she rolled out of bed and grabbed
her pink fleece robe. Could she own anything less sexy? As she cinched the belt
tightly around her waist, she realized how low on her list sexiness had been up
until she’d tugged on that too-small miniskirt and bustier the guys had
requested before their first scene.
She could change that, whether or not she continued to see
Marc and Brad. Buy sexy lingerie and wear it even when she was home alone at
night. Get some scented candles. Oh, and choose a line of bath gel and lotion
that made her feel pretty. Take control of her libido. If beauty came from
within, sexiness probably did, too.
After setting the coffeepot to brew, Lori took a yogurt out
of the
learning more about your own.”
He reached out and stroked her cheek. “You don’t even have
to answer out loud. But ask yourself, and answer honestly, did you enjoy it?
Was there a difference in your level of pleasure when you didn’t have to ask
for what you wanted or plan it yourself?”
“Look, I give you credit for showing me that there are men
out there who are capable—”
Marc’s eyebrow rose and she paused and took a deep breath.
She smiled. “Okay, you two are skilled at pleasing a woman. I admit it. But
don’t expect me to put it in your next peer reviews.”
He grinned. Thank God she wasn’t going to shut them out
completely. They had way too much going for them to not explore this aspect of
their relationships to the fullest. He knew in his gut none of them could find
anything comparable with anyone else. The perfect blending of chemistry and
personality between them wasn’t common.
Lori sighed. “I just wish it was two other men who’d taught
me all of this.”
Chapter Six
When the alarm clock rang Monday morning, Lori groaned and
switched it off. Even after spending most of the day before trying to decide
how to handle her turbulent feelings, she couldn’t face Brad and Marc in
person. Concentrate on work? Well, maybe from home. She could work from her
laptop and probably accomplish more.
Doing something she rarely did, she tapped in the phone
number for Mr. Riggs’ desk and left him a voicemail. She hadn’t missed a day in
over eighteen months, so no one could begrudge her a mental health day.
Fitting, mental health. This situation she had created was
definitely crazy. After twenty years of keeping to her “no dating coworkers”
rule, she had completely annihilated her entire rulebook. Took a flogger to it,
as it were. Could she gracefully back out? Thanks for introducing me to
this, guys. Now I’m going to find my own Dom.
That didn’t seem right. And if she were honest, which she
liked to think herself capable of being, she didn’t want to try the scene with
someone else.
But how could she keep it casual with Brad and Marc if she
let it continue? She only had two states of mind, or sex life: single or in a
relationship. She didn’t sleep with guys she dated until she was certain there
was something between them beyond sexual chemistry.
That could be the problem. She focused so hard on the
“beyond” she hadn’t noticed the lack of chemistry in the past. Yet her body had
been aware of these two men from the start, each in their own way. Brad was the
type of guy she’d panted after in college, so clean cut and fair, kind of
metrosexual without being effeminate. So handsome she just sighed sometimes,
wishing she were younger.
Marc’s darker looks had become her favorite when she’d
entered her thirties. Exotic. Erotic. The kind who made you think of the
tropics, secluded beaches and fruity rum cocktails. That warm burn spreading
throughout your body.
How had she never noticed his ear was pierced? Obviously, he
never wore the gold hoop to the office, but when they worked, they often sat
close enough to count each other’s freckles. She probably had never pulled her
gaze away from his spellbinding eyes, except to look down at her papers.
Tossing back her covers, she rolled out of bed and grabbed
her pink fleece robe. Could she own anything less sexy? As she cinched the belt
tightly around her waist, she realized how low on her list sexiness had been up
until she’d tugged on that too-small miniskirt and bustier the guys had
requested before their first scene.
She could change that, whether or not she continued to see
Marc and Brad. Buy sexy lingerie and wear it even when she was home alone at
night. Get some scented candles. Oh, and choose a line of bath gel and lotion
that made her feel pretty. Take control of her libido. If beauty came from
within, sexiness probably did, too.
After setting the coffeepot to brew, Lori took a yogurt out
of the
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