they stepped apart.
Alexis glanced over at Michael. “Are you okay with this?”
He nodded.
Alexis studied his face, wishing she had some clue to his thoughts. She hesitated until he smiled and winked at her.
“Come on, Alexis. We’ve all waited long enough.”
“It’s only been a few days,” she said, teasing him for his impatience.
“No. It’s been a decade. You’ve denied us this for ten long years.”
She hadn’t considered that, but now that it was out there, she recognized the truth.
“No more waiting.” Michael turned toward the door, intent on the three of them leaving. She couldn’t follow.
She shook her head. “Here. Now. No bedrooms. Nothing private or intimate or even comfortable.”
Harrison looked like he would argue, but Michael didn’t even blink twice. He simply walked to the door and threw the lock. “Take off those pants.”
She didn’t give herself time to consider her actions, though she suspected even if she did, she wouldn’t back out. She needed sex and the two men in front of her had proven themselves more than capable of giving her multiple orgasms.
Alexis reached for the button of her jeans and slid the zipper down as both men watched. Neither of them moved to disrobe.
So they wanted a show. She was happy to oblige. She slipped off her tennis shoes and then slowly shimmied the denim over her hips, leaving her thong in place. No sense in rushing things too much. It wasn’t like she had to worry about getting caught by her boss.
Once her jeans hit the floor, she kicked them off. Michael had only told her to remove the jeans, nothing else, so she paused. She was going to make them do a bit of work as well.
Harrison’s gaze never left her face. He lifted his finger, indicating that he wanted her to turn around. She never would have described herself as a submissive person, but clearly she’d never found the right lovers before. Both men brought out a part of her that wanted their dominance, their control. After a lifetime of making all the decisions, charting her own course, it felt wonderful to release the reins and let someone else drive for a while. It helped that she trusted Michael and Harrison implicitly. Neither of them would ever hurt her.
She spun, then stopped once her back was turned to them.
“Thong,” Michael barked. He didn’t bother to elucidate. She didn’t pretend to misunderstand.
Keeping her back to them, she tugged the elastic over her hips and bent forward to push the small scrap of lace down. As she did so, she treated her men to a bird’s eye view of her bare ass.
My men?
No. They were simply her lovers. For now.
Before she could rise, Harrison was there, stroking the sensitive skin of her ass. Then he placed a strong hand on her upper arm and urged her to stand. He bent closer and brushed his lips over her ear. “One of these days, I’m going to get you completely naked and in my bed.”
She turned and offered him a mischievous grin. “Maybe.”
He used his grip to direct her toward the center of the room. He gestured toward a small table in the corner. Michael picked up on the nonverbal clue and pulled it in front of her. Typically, it was used as a workstation, a place for doctors to set up their laptops to check email and do some paperwork.
Once Michael had it in place, he pointed to it. “Bend over.”
Alexis didn’t move, deciding it would be more fun to test Michael’s limits. To push him. The man was too used to getting his way. “Ever heard the word please ?”
Michael grinned, but the expression didn’t comfort her. Instead, she felt that same sense of danger she’d experienced with him several nights earlier. What was it about that spark of fear that excited her so much?
Harrison tilted her face toward him with firm fingers on her chin. “Let’s save that game for another day. This really isn’t the place, and I’m fairly certain you don’t want your colleagues or patients overhearing us. Do as he said,
Alexis glanced over at Michael. “Are you okay with this?”
He nodded.
Alexis studied his face, wishing she had some clue to his thoughts. She hesitated until he smiled and winked at her.
“Come on, Alexis. We’ve all waited long enough.”
“It’s only been a few days,” she said, teasing him for his impatience.
“No. It’s been a decade. You’ve denied us this for ten long years.”
She hadn’t considered that, but now that it was out there, she recognized the truth.
“No more waiting.” Michael turned toward the door, intent on the three of them leaving. She couldn’t follow.
She shook her head. “Here. Now. No bedrooms. Nothing private or intimate or even comfortable.”
Harrison looked like he would argue, but Michael didn’t even blink twice. He simply walked to the door and threw the lock. “Take off those pants.”
She didn’t give herself time to consider her actions, though she suspected even if she did, she wouldn’t back out. She needed sex and the two men in front of her had proven themselves more than capable of giving her multiple orgasms.
Alexis reached for the button of her jeans and slid the zipper down as both men watched. Neither of them moved to disrobe.
So they wanted a show. She was happy to oblige. She slipped off her tennis shoes and then slowly shimmied the denim over her hips, leaving her thong in place. No sense in rushing things too much. It wasn’t like she had to worry about getting caught by her boss.
Once her jeans hit the floor, she kicked them off. Michael had only told her to remove the jeans, nothing else, so she paused. She was going to make them do a bit of work as well.
Harrison’s gaze never left her face. He lifted his finger, indicating that he wanted her to turn around. She never would have described herself as a submissive person, but clearly she’d never found the right lovers before. Both men brought out a part of her that wanted their dominance, their control. After a lifetime of making all the decisions, charting her own course, it felt wonderful to release the reins and let someone else drive for a while. It helped that she trusted Michael and Harrison implicitly. Neither of them would ever hurt her.
She spun, then stopped once her back was turned to them.
“Thong,” Michael barked. He didn’t bother to elucidate. She didn’t pretend to misunderstand.
Keeping her back to them, she tugged the elastic over her hips and bent forward to push the small scrap of lace down. As she did so, she treated her men to a bird’s eye view of her bare ass.
My men?
No. They were simply her lovers. For now.
Before she could rise, Harrison was there, stroking the sensitive skin of her ass. Then he placed a strong hand on her upper arm and urged her to stand. He bent closer and brushed his lips over her ear. “One of these days, I’m going to get you completely naked and in my bed.”
She turned and offered him a mischievous grin. “Maybe.”
He used his grip to direct her toward the center of the room. He gestured toward a small table in the corner. Michael picked up on the nonverbal clue and pulled it in front of her. Typically, it was used as a workstation, a place for doctors to set up their laptops to check email and do some paperwork.
Once Michael had it in place, he pointed to it. “Bend over.”
Alexis didn’t move, deciding it would be more fun to test Michael’s limits. To push him. The man was too used to getting his way. “Ever heard the word please ?”
Michael grinned, but the expression didn’t comfort her. Instead, she felt that same sense of danger she’d experienced with him several nights earlier. What was it about that spark of fear that excited her so much?
Harrison tilted her face toward him with firm fingers on her chin. “Let’s save that game for another day. This really isn’t the place, and I’m fairly certain you don’t want your colleagues or patients overhearing us. Do as he said,
Similar Books
