Chapter Three
Ryan sucked in a breath, held it until the tightness in his chest loosened enough to allow him to exhale. The ache remained, though. Right next to his heart that he’d sworn was incapable of feeling anything.
The second she’d spoken, he’d known for sure. This was Brighton Wakeford. His subordinate and employee, even if she did report to another partner.
She was forbidden.
Exactly like the Boardroom itself.
Yet he couldn’t stay away, not when he could help her. Touch her. Be there for her without her ever knowing.
He ran his palm over her abdomen, inhaled long and slow to savor her scent. Naughty yet light, it somehow matched her understated but sexy-as-hell lingerie. This woman spread out before him was not the one from his memory. The professional, polite, dedicated worker who presented every finding without opinion or judgment.
This woman was a surprise.
A wonderful, interesting, erotic one.
Her honesty had been backed by courage meant to camouflage her nerves. The ones that tightened her muscles beneath his palm and lined her words, which were spoken in that low voice coated with defiance yet still so vulnerable.
Where had this woman been hiding?
He caught Aaron’s eye, flicked his brow up. The other man gave a quick smile from the chair he’d moved between Brie’s spread legs. He wet his lips, hauled her hips to the edge of the table and dipped his head.
Brie flinched, a tight squeak escaping.
“Just feel,” Ryan whispered. “Let go.” Trust me. There was no way he’d let anything bad happen to her.
She relaxed with a low moan, her weight returning to his chest in a slow roll of acceptance. Yes. His abdomen contracted as he sucked in a breath. The excitement built in his chest in layers of want backed by need.
This was easily turning out to be his best decision of the day.
He ran his hand up to cup her full breast in slow increments that let him savor the weight. It filled his palm in a tempting mound that molded to his touch. He squeezed it lightly, enticed by the dark nipple that was aroused to a hard tip waiting to be teased. Tasted. Sucked.
Her breaths increased to short pants that lifted her chest with each inhalation. Her legs had fallen open, all signs of tension gone.
“You are our only priority tonight,” he told her, meaning every word. “Our sole goal is to pleasure you.” And what an easy task that was turning out to be. That had been Jacob’s description of the scene, and they’d all signed up agreeing to it.
“Why?” she asked on a breathy whisper before a low moan eased out. Her back arched, breath hitching. Her grip on his wrist fell away in a trail of fingers when she exhaled, hips twisting. The seductive dip and roll sent his imagination into overdrive and taunted the lust simmering in his groin.
“Does it matter?” He dragged his teeth down the side of her neck, absorbing every little shift and twitch. He bit the sensitive junction of her neck and shoulder, soaked up her soft sigh as she gripped his thighs. Her head tilted in an offering he couldn’t reject. “Tonight is about you.” He slid his tongue up to nip her earlobe. “Only you.”
There was nothing else to explain.
Aaron lifted his head to exhale a trail of warm breath over her damp panties. The tease was still on. The build would only make the end so much better. The other men stood to Aaron’s left and right, their gazes filled with lust and want.
On his nod, Jacob and Cramer stepped up to remove her heels. As sexy as they were in their silver simplicity, they’d only get in the way.
Her hold on his thighs tightened. The pressure shot down his legs to incite the languid passion building in his groin. He released a low groan of his own. How could this be the demure woman from his office?
He smiled against her neck. He imagined there were numerous people who’d wonder the same thing about him.
“What do you want, Brie?” He let her name roll off his tongue in a slow beat of sex. He’d never say her name again without thinking of this night. “Were you expecting four of us?”
Her head swiveled in a negative response as the other men straightened her legs, massaging her calves as they did. He eased his hand down her abdomen, pausing to circle a finger over the dark little mole on her hip. Flat to the touch, it marked the last boundary that stood between her and full nudity.
Her stomach contracted, breath holding.
He caught Aaron’s attention again. At some point they’d become the leads to this part of the scene. Jacob had stepped back without a hint of irritation, and thankfully, Cramer had as well.
Her tongue slipped over her full bottom lip in a tempting show of want and expectation. One he didn’t wish to disappoint.
He studied her face as he slid his hand beneath her panties, grazed his fingers through her soft down of curls. Nice. Full bare had its advantages, but he enjoyed natural too. The added texture gave him more to tease her with.
She bit her lip, hips rocking what little they could with Jacob and Cramer holding her legs. This was how he wanted her. On the edge. Anticipating.
Aaron’s lids were heavy with the lust filling his expression. He lifted a brow, hand poised to move at Ryan’s nod.
Ryan eased one hand down and the other up to pinch her nipple as he stroked a finger over her clit. Just once. Slow and firm. Her flinch was quick, her sharp intake of breath soft. He rested his finger there, not moving. Her folds surrounded it in a heat that was uniquely erotic.
Her grip tightened on his thighs, those little breaths of hers getting faster. He tried to remember her eyes, were they brown or blue? Green maybe? There’d been no need to notice them before.
And there wouldn’t be when he saw her again.
This was a single night of pleasure. What happened in the Boardroom stayed in the Boardroom. That alone had drawn his interest when Trevor James had first approached him about this group years ago.
He flicked his chin at the others.
Aaron leaned in to trail another swath of hot breath over Brie’s pussy. The heat passed over his fingers in a wave as the other men trailed their hands down Brie’s inner thighs to tease her around the crease of her legs.
“Oh...my...” Brie groaned, her frustration taking her tone lower. She tried to lift her hips, but he wouldn’t allow it.
Her pussy pulsed in two quick contractions that begged him to sink his finger in and feel the clench. Fuck. He let his own frustration rumble in his throat before he flicked her nipple. Back and forth. Back and forth. Not hard. Not mean.
“God,” she whined. Her nails dug into his thighs in crescent-shaped bites that raced to his balls and shot up his dick. His chest tightened, need simmering over his skin on a rush of heat. “Please.” Her hips bucked against his hold before she shifted back to grind into his erection.
His chuckle tumbled out before he could check it. “Is there something you want?” he taunted.
Jacob and Cramer continued to caress the sensitive skin at the edge of her panties, and Aaron released another heated breath before he needled his tongue over her hole. The material blocked any actual touch, but the wet impression remained.
They’d drive her mad and then give her whatever she asked for.
And tomorrow he’d act like he never saw her squirm in suppressed passion. Never tasted her skin or inhaled the deep current of arousal that broke over her perfume to darken the scent into something naughty.
Never imagined sinking into her heat and feeling her clench around him.
Those were only for tonight.
* * *
Brie struggled for air, her mind spinning with the barrage of sensations overwhelming her senses. She pressed into the solid chest supporting her, so damn thankful he was there. At least she knew which touch was his. She could focus on that.
Ground herself to it.
“Brie,” he prodded, his low sexy voice purring so close to her ear. Her name rumbled in his throat in a distinctively seductive note all its own.
Another gust of warm air penetrated the now wet barrier of her panties to tease her with what they were withholding. Her pussy clenched in a silent cry to be filled. Or simply touched for that matter.
“What are you waiting for?” she tossed back, boldness rising when she was in no position to be. Yet she could be here.
She could be anything she wanted to be in this room.
Every part of her pussy was being teased without a full touch until she could think of nothing but being touched there. The slow, madding flick of her nipple should’ve been inconsequential, but her breast was alive with a craving for something more. Anything more. A hard pinch. A wet suck.
God. Please.
“You,” he said.
It took a moment for his answer to penetrate the riot in her mind. They were waiting for her? A whimper fell out on a desperate slide that yanked at the devil burning to be free. The one that’d brought her to this room in the first place.
They were waiting for her.
In a sudden flash of daring, she grabbed the nape of the man behind her and urged his head down until his breath hit her face. Adrenaline raced at her nerves, but with it came a rush of power. It flew over her desire to unpin the passion she’d never fully released—until now.
“I want to come.”