As soon as the door closed behind Rayne, Trey pinned him with his gaze. “Damn. Have you hit that?”

Gryff fought to keep his expression neutral. “Now, I see why you got your ass kicked.”

“Hey, I held my own against four guys.”

His apparent interest in Rayne made him wonder... “So, you like women, too?”

Trey gave a him a lazy shrug. “Why limit yourself to only half the population?”

Why indeed.

“I’m serious about these terms, Holloway. Keep your nose clean. I don’t want to see you on the news. I don’t want to even hear you made some woman cry. No drinking, no whoring, no fighting. Nothing. You will be an altar boy until this whole thing is over.”

“Fine.”

“And keep your dick out of my best attorney.”

One side of Trey’s mouth lifted. “You got dibs on her.”

Gryff sighed. “No. But, if you fuck her then she can’t represent you. So, I don’t care if you have to jerk off a hundred times a day. Don’t touch her.”

“What if she touches me?”

Gryff raised an eyebrow and Trey lifted his hands in surrender.

“Okay. Okay. Nose clean. Dick zipped.”

Gryff pushed himself to his feet. “Let’s go.”

With a curious look, Trey stood and followed him out of the office, past Dani’s gaped and drooling mouth and down the hall. Stopping in front of Rayne’s office door, he rapped a knuckle against it before pushing it open. Rayne looked up from her desk, looking sexy as hell and when she saw who was behind him, her eyes widened and her mouth made an O.

“Holloway’s all yours,” Gryff told her and shoved Trey into the room, shutting the door behind him.

Rayne was the best, and if anyone could get his charges dismissed, it was her. He didn’t have the patience to deal with an irresponsible athlete himself. But damn, as he strode back to his office he couldn’t shake the feeling he just made a big mistake.

* * *

“Boss?”

Rayne peeked around the partially open door of Gryff’s office. It was late and the rest of the firm had cleared out like normal people.

She’d gotten tied up reading Trey’s files and formulating a defense plan for the football player. Before she knew it, it was two hours past her normal quitting time.

She couldn’t help that she had to surf the Internet “researching” her new client. Or stare at hundreds of pictures of the hot and handsome Trey Holloway. Some good, some downright delicious, and some bad, like his mugshots. Though, admittedly, he had still looked good in those. He wore a cocky smile in each one of them, as well.

The only light on in her boss’s office was the one on his desk. The overhead fluorescents had been turned off and he leaned back in his chair, a hand covering his eyes. The knot in his tie had been pulled loose and the top button of his dress shirt undone. His suit jacket had been tossed over one of the chairs and his sleeves rolled up. This was the most skin she’d ever seen him show. His dark skin reminded her of a ripe plum. His forearms appeared solid and without his jacket on, she could see how broad his shoulders really were. This man needed no shoulder padding.

Rayne swallowed hard. Ever since joining his firm, she’d been fighting her attraction to him. Some of the other female associates said that he refused to play where he worked.

But, damn, the power that emanated from this man made her want him desperately. She pushed the door open wider, enough for her to slip through and then shut it quietly. She winced when the latch clicked, worried she’d disturb him.

Taking careful, quiet steps to his desk, she studied him. He wore no jewelry, only a gold watch that complimented his skin tone. She could see what looked like a dark tattoo peeking past one of his rolled-up sleeves.

The man had a tattoo? He seemed way too conservative for that. In the few months since she’d joined the firm, she never saw him dressed in anything but a suit and rarely without his jacket outside his own office.

“Boss?” she whispered again, not sure if she really wanted to disturb him. His fingers twitched over his eyes but there was no other reaction. Then he heaved a breath and sat straight up, pinning her in place with his dark gaze.

A frown marred his expression. “What are you doing in here?”

“I wanted to run something by you about the Holloway case.”

He rubbed a hand down his face and then glanced at his watch. “It’s late. You should go home. We can talk about it tomorrow.”

“You’re still here.”

“I need to head home, too.”

She wondered if anyone waited for him at home. The office rumor mill said no. That he lived alone and didn’t even have a pet.

“Is that a tattoo?” she asked, tilting her chin toward his arm. Oh, please say yes.

He tugged at his sleeve self-consciously as if trying to hide it. “Rayne,” he said, his voice a gentle warning.

“I’m just curious.” But, please, please say yes.

One heartbeat, two. “Yes.”

A fire ignited in Rayne’s belly. And it wasn’t because she’d eaten bad Mexican food. She tried to control the exhilaration in her voice. “What is it?”

He tilted his head and studied her for a moment. “A mistake.”

His response didn’t surprise her. “You regret it.”

“I was young and foolish,” he answered.

Though, she couldn’t imagine him young and foolish. He was so well put together. At only thirty-six, he owned the best criminal law practice in the area. There was something to be said about that.

“Weren’t we all,” she murmured. “Can I see it?”

Shit. She just asked her boss to take off his shirt. No wonder he stiffened at her request.

She was going to get her ass fired.

She scrambled for cover. “I... I just love body art. I’m fascinated by it.”

He pinned her with a stare. “It’s hard to see. Black ink on dark skin doesn’t show up well.”

Rayne lifted a shoulder. “I can be the judge of that.”

Fuck. She was pushing her luck. If he handed her a pink slip tomorrow, she was screwed. She finally landed at a firm where she might be able to make partner. A firm where she wanted to make partner, one she was proud to be part of. But, her raging hormones were going to screw that all up.

She needed to keep her mouth and her legs shut. When his fingers ripped the loosened tie from his neck and began to slip the buttons out of their holes, she found herself melting into a puddle.

He was actually removing his shirt.

Holy hell.

When he got down to the buttons at his waist, he stood up abruptly, his rolling chair slamming the wall behind him. He tugged the shirt tails out of his pants and finished removing it.

All the while, his eyes never left hers.

Rayne froze in place, like a deer stuck in headlights. She never expected him to take off his shirt. She didn’t know what to do. She usually wasn’t at a loss for words or actions.

But, it seemed so inappropriate.

And she fucking loved it.

He stood for a moment in his undershirt and suit pants, studying her. “Are you sure?” he finally asked.

The deep-timbre of his voice made her quiver and her nipples pebble painfully. She nodded her head and said with a shaky voice, “Yes.”

He ripped his undershirt over his head and tossed it on the desk. In the soft glow from his desk lamp, she ran her gaze over his body. He was thick with muscle, his skin so dark that he was right, it was hard to clearly see the tattoo. As she stepped closer, she could tell it was a dragon. A very large dragon. This was no youthful impulse tattoo. This one took thought, planning. Multiple sittings. The tail ended just past his right elbow, the rest of its length wrapped around his arm, the body of the beast came over his shoulder and down his back, the head resting over his left shoulder. It appeared he carried the weight of the dragon across his shoulders. She wondered what it signified.

As she lightly ran her fingers over his skin, following the pointy spine of the reptile, she wanted to see it in full light.

She wondered how many people knew he had it.

Standing close behind him, she studied the markings, then traced her fingertips up his neck and over his tightly trimmed hair, then around the curves of his ears. He shuddered beneath her touch.

“Have you seen enough?” The question sounded strained.

“No,” she whispered. And she hadn’t.

“Rayne,” came the low warning.

“Boss.”

He spun on her and grabbed her shoulders, giving her a little shake. “I told you not to call me that.” Then he kissed her.

No, he didn’t kiss her. He crushed his lips against her mouth like he owned it. He forced his tongue between her lips and took complete control. His fingers gripped her chin tightly, while his other hand snaked between them to jerk at his belt, rip open his pants, and yank his zipper down.

She struggled for breath as she blindly reached for him, finding his erection, long, hard, thick, and she squeezed. His groan filled her mouth and he struggled to pull her skirt up, but it was too tight to rise high enough to give him access.

With a frustrated growl, he tore away from her and spun her around, unzipping her skirt and pushing it down her hips until it fell around her feet. With a hand to the back of her head, he bent her over and she caught herself by grabbing onto his desk chair. She jerked when he tore a hole in her stockings and yanked her panties aside.

Before she could prepare herself, he pushed inside her with a grunt. He wasn’t gentle, there were no soothing words. This was not, in any way, romantic. This was raw fucking. He grabbed her hips and gave it to her as hard and as fast as he could.

With a cry, she closed her eyes as he filled her, stretched her. She’d wanted him from the moment she saw him. But, never expected it to happen, and certainly not like this. Though her fantasies had been close.

His fingers dug into the flesh at her hips and their skin slapped together. Her body tried to accommodate him, but she never expected his size. She tried to relax and open herself up to him, but being in this position didn’t help.

But, fuck, when he reached around and jammed his hand down the front of her panties to find her clit, she bit her bottom lip as her inner walls clenched around him, squeezing.

His fast and furious thrusting brought her quickly to the edge. His thumb pressed and circled her sensitive nub until she couldn’t take anymore. No more.

As she screamed and her body rippled around him, he released her hip to grab her hair, yanking her head back as he bottomed out one more time, spilling into her. His cock pulsated deep inside her, making her squirm for more. But, he was done. Spent.

Suddenly he stiffened, released her hair, slipped his hand out of her panties, and then slid out of her completely. She didn’t move for a moment and only heard his breathing. Fast, heavy, uneven. Then, a curse ripped from him and he stepped back.

Rayne straightened and tugged her skirt up from around her ankles and over her torn stockings, zipping it closed. She didn’t turn yet because she didn’t know what to expect from him. What to say.

The curse had sounded angry. Full of regret.

Though, she had none of her own.

She’d gotten what she’d wanted. Maybe not how she’d hoped. But—

Then reality hit her like a splash of cold water and a chill went through her.

Still facing the windows, she said, “Oh my God. I need this job. Please. This never happened.”

He stood only inches away, but it felt like a mile on a cold winter’s day. “Right. This never happened,” he repeated in a flat tone from behind her.

She glanced up, met his eyes in the reflection of the glass, then pushed past him in a rush to escape his office.

* * *

He had no right to call Holloway irresponsible. What he did with Rayne was just as bad.

No condom. An employee. In his office, no less.

He’d been avoiding her for the past couple of weeks. Keeping his office door closed, coming in early, leaving late. Anything to keep from facing her. From facing the reality of his own loss of control.

Hell, anything to keep from bending her over and fucking her again and again.

Her normal habit of “popping into his office” had stopped since that night. He figured she regretted their actions as much as he did.

He had to man up and stop avoiding her. As her boss, he should be her mentor.

What a fine one he turned out to be.

So today, he kept his door open like normal hoping to catch a peek of her as she walked by in those sexy high heels of hers. Or, hoping she’d pop her head in, acting like nothing happened and things were back to normal.

Gryff blew out a noisy breath. Normal. Right.

A ruckus sounded from down the hallway, passed his door, and headed in the direction of Rayne’s office. He thought he caught a glimpse of tanned skin and dark blond shaggy hair.

He stared at his computer screen and saw nothing. He read the same line of the email over and over, none of it sinking in.

He’d lost his damn mind.

Unable to resist anymore, he called out to Dani. “Did I hear Holloway out there?

“Yes! He has an appointment with Rayne.”

Gryff frowned at the excitement in his secretary’s voice. What the fuck. Did Trey have this effect on all women?

He closed his eyes and clenched his fingers into fists, fighting the urge to rush down the hall to interrupt them, make sure they weren’t being inappropriate, being too friendly.

Touching.

He sat there for two more beats before pushing to his feet. “Hold my calls,” Gryff called over his shoulder to Dani as he strode past her and down the hallway, not even skipping a beat.

With legs wide and fists pinned to his side, he stood staring at Rayne’s closed office door. Then he heard noises, voices, and he shoved the door open, the blood rushing in his ears.

Trey’s hands gripped her shoulders as he stood behind her, leaning over, his face almost pressed to hers. He spoke low into her ear.

Her eyes were bright, her face flushed.

Gryff couldn’t miss her hard nipples pressing against her tight, satin blouse. As he watched her lips part and her pink tongue sweep across the bottom one, he felt a painful squeeze all the way down to his balls.

Trey didn’t bother to straighten, just flashed Gryff a Cheshire cat smile instead.

It took everything Gryff had to not leap over the desk and pound the shit out of him.

Trey must have noticed his murderous look because the twinkle left his eye and he slowly straightened but not before saying something quietly into her ear.

That bothered him, but not as much as what the man said next.

“You said you didn’t have dibs.”

“And I said to keep your dick out of my best attorney.”

Rayne’s mouth dropped and her brows furrowed. She shifted forward in her chair to dislodge Trey’s hands from her shoulders. “What?”

Her gaze bounced from one to the other, but Gryff ignored her to stare down Trey instead.

Finally, Trey stepped away from her, holding his palms out in surrender.

“He’s here to sign his agreement of terms and give me the retainer,” Rayne said, her voice tinged with anger. She waved the check at Gryff.

“Five hundred G’s as agreed,” Trey said, coming around Rayne’s desk and patting Gryff on the back. He leaned close, his hand landing on Gryff’s ass. “You know you can join us. There’s nothing wrong with a good threesome. Ask your brother.”

Gryff’s nostrils flared and a muscle in his jaw popped. He turned his head only long enough to ask Rayne, “Are you done with your business?”

“Yes.”

He turned back to Trey, dislodging his hand. “Then get out.”

Gryff was going to kill his brother.

Trey smiled. “You have a great ass, Gryff. I bet the three of us could have a good time together. Think about it.”

Before Gryff knew what he was doing, he had Trey pinned to the wall with a forearm pressed against the other man’s throat. He shoved his face into Trey’s. His breathing came harsh, as did Trey’s. They stared each other down for a second. Two.

He ignored the noise coming from the direction of Rayne’s desk.

“I don’t need to think about it,” Gryff growled. “You’re not going to fuck either one of us.”

Trey’s jaw tightened, like he instinctively wanted to fight back, but he didn’t. He allowed Gryff to overpower him. Which was smart. Trey might be a professional athlete, but Gryff was bigger, heavier, and stronger than the quarterback. It wouldn’t take much to pound the guy into the ground. The four guys he beat up must have been pussies.

“You know how to turn a guy on, Gryff. You gave me a hard-on.” Trey’s words sounded strained from the pressure on his windpipe.

His words were true; the man’s erection pressed against Gryff’s thigh.

“Boss.”

Gryff blinked but didn’t let up.

“Boss, don’t. Let him go.”

“You know, we can share. It’s worth it. Ask your brother.”

“Next time you say ‘ask your brother’ I will rip your fucking tongue out.”

Trey chuckled, but it came out more like choking. “If you do that, I won’t be able to suck your dick. And I’m good at it, Gryff. Picture it: me down on my knees, your cock in my mouth, your fingers gripping my hair as I swallow your load.”

Gryff grimaced but still didn’t back off. However, he couldn’t wipe that vision from his mind.

“I know you want it, too, Gryff. I can feel you getting just as hard as me.”

Fuck. He was right.

Gryff stepped back abruptly, letting him go. Trey’s hand went to his throat.

“Get. Out.” It should be fury making his voice shake, but it wasn’t. Gryff didn’t want to admit what made his fingers tremble and his body react.

With a smirk, Trey gave Rayne a last look before heading out the door. “You have my number, Gryff, if you want me.”

Gryff slammed the door behind him and got control of his breathing before spinning to face Rayne.

She no longer had the gleam in her eye or the color in her cheeks. In fact, she looked a little shell-shocked. “Jesus, Boss,” she whispered. Her eyes dropped to his groin and his obvious erection.

Fuck.

He didn’t know if she was “Jesus, Bossing” him because of his loss of temper or because of his body’s reaction to Trey.

Either way it wasn’t good, and he wasn’t proud of himself. Not at all. He worked long and hard to get where he was in life. And suddenly, his control seemed to be tumbling down around him. First with Rayne. And now Trey.

He strode over to her chair and spun her to face him. He looked down into her face, wanting to watch her expression when he asked, “You want him?”

She didn’t even hesitate. “Yes.”

He sucked in a breath. “So, once was enough with me?”

Now she hesitates.

“No.”

“What does that mean?”

“I want you, Gryff, but not bent over in your office only because you’re pushed past the point of no return. I want you so much more than like that.”

He gave a sharp nod. More to himself than to her. He snagged her chin in his fingers, tilting her head up so she couldn’t avoid his eyes. “You can’t have us both. I won’t share you with him.”

When she said nothing, he realized he was not only jealous of Trey’s interest in Rayne, but also of her interest in Trey.

That was just plain fucked up.

“I can take care of that for you,” she whispered.

He opened his mouth to ask her what she was talking about. But he knew. Now it wasn’t Trey keeping him hard, it was Rayne. His damn cock just wouldn’t quit.

He dragged his thumb slowly over her bottom lip, over her bright red lipstick, then dipped it inside. When the tip of her tongue touched him, he locked his knees so he wouldn’t fall to her feet. It was a mistake to even consider what she proposed.

But, damn, he couldn’t stop. And he couldn’t forget what it felt like when he pounded her a couple weeks ago.

Without waiting for his answer, and not breaking eye contact, she unbuckled his belt and opened his pants.

This was wrong. Even if it wasn’t so wrong, there wasn’t a lock on the door. Which was wrong.

He didn’t stop her from pushing his pants and boxer briefs down enough to take him into her palm. Then, she pulled her chin from his grasp and wrapped those red lips around him.

His fingers slipped into her long hair and gripped it tight as his head fell back, his eyes slid shut and his mouth parted to release short breaths. His chest constricted as her wet, hot, sweet, sweet mouth took him deep. With fingers wrapped around the root of his cock, the pull of her mouth made him groan and thrust.

His balls tightened when she scraped her nails over the delicate skin. It was her tongue lapping at the crown of his head then working its way down his length that made him cry out.

He guided her head, that filthy, sexy mouth of hers up and down his length, the muscles in his ass clenching and unclenching as she swallowed him, dipped the tip of her tongue in his slit.

Even though he knew it was Rayne who had him in her mouth, he couldn’t erase what Trey told him. The image of Trey down on his knees and it being his mouth on him wouldn’t disappear.

He forced his eyes open so he could see who held him, who sucked him. Who really turned him on. Not who he imagined it to be.

There was something about her that drove him over the edge way too soon. Maybe it was her sex-kitten looks, the curve of her lips, those bold green eyes. Her sultry smile, her husky voice, her full breasts that seemed to want to spill out of her blouse.

Whatever it was, it took him to his knees. She sucked, licked, and scraped her teeth over the head of his cock, squeezing his balls all the while. Seeing her red lips stretched over his girth, her cheeks hollowed, her eyes catching his, sent any thoughts of Trey spinning away.

When the pressure built and his dick got even harder, he knew he wouldn’t last. And hell, right now he wanted this to last forever, but it would end embarrassingly quicker than he’d like. Just like that time he had her bent over. Fast and furious.

And that was all she wrote, folks. He was a complete goner. His chest heaved, his hips jerked and before he could warn her, he released himself at the back of her throat, using his grip in her hair to hold her still.

A few seconds later his fingers finally loosened and he freed her. “Sorry.”

She straightened in her chair and wiped the corners of her mouth.

Damn, even that was hot.

“For what?”

For thinking of Trey Holloway even for a second while you blew my mind. “For no warning.”

“I wouldn’t have done anything different even if you had.”

Fuuuuuuuuck.

He tucked himself back in his pants and fastened them closed before taking a step back. “This is crazy,” he said, shaking his head, scrubbing a palm over his hair.

“Why?”

He leveled his gaze at her in surprise. “Why? Because I’m your boss. This is my place of business. And this is not very professional.”

And, let’s not forget the part where you’re destroying my control.

Not good.

And on that note, he needed to get the hell out of there, before he shoved her onto her desk and took advantage of his employee again. He rounded her desk and yanked her office door open. He needed to escape while he still could.

“Boss,” she called out. He stopped dead in the doorway, his back to her. “I like you and I think you know what I mean when I say that. But, as bad as this might sound, I like him, too. Is that wrong? I don’t know. But there’s something about him underneath the surface and it’s the same with you. You don’t want anyone to know, but I see something. You two seem like complete opposites, even if only on the surface, but that’s what attracts me to both of you.”

Not as opposite as you think.

“But you can’t expect exclusivity. We’re not even dating.”

And there it was. The truth. They weren’t even dating. He didn’t even know if he wanted to open that can of worms with an employee.

It wasn’t smart.

But then neither was fucking her in his office or her sucking him off in hers.

He could fire her...

What the fuck.

Was he stupid enough to fire one of his best attorneys just to get a piece of tail?

His brain was truly scrambled. Especially if he thought Rayne was just a piece of tail. Because there was so much more to her than that.

He couldn’t answer her, so he only nodded and closed her office door quietly behind him.

Then spent the rest of the day holed up in his office, reminding himself why he got that dragon tattoo in the first place.