“Holy fuck, who the hell is that?”

I groaned at my buddy’s words as I slumped down into the chair my desk across the large room from his.

“Jesus Christ, I have no fucking idea.”

Jordan shook his head slowly, blowing air out through his teeth as he clenched his jaw. He kicked his feet up on the huge, thick mahogany desk that matched mine, easing back in the opulent leather chair. And I wasn’t a damn mind reader, but I’d sure as hell known my best friend long enough to know he was thinking the same damn thing I was.

Or rather, thinking about the same damn who as I was.

Sasha.

Sasha, the tight little curvy new secretary. The fucking jaw-droopingly hot little bundle of sex sitting right outside our office. The girl that had gotten my cock hard as goddamn rock the second that word had slipped like sin across her lips.

Sir.

Fuck me.

I growled to myself as I looked up at Jordan. “This is going to be a problem.”

He nodded before he swore and looked away. “Shit, man, this is going to be just like Amand-”

“Enough,” I growled, cutting him off. I felt my jaw tighten, my anger flaring up like it always did at the mention of that bitch’s name.

“Sorry,” Jordan mumbled, shaking his head. The look on his face matched mine, and I knew it wasn’t worth going any deeper on.

Amanda - the one who struck us both deep with the cut of the knife we never saw coming. Amanda, who we let get close, only realizing after it was too late how bad a move that’d been.

So, yeah. A new hot little secretary who’d instantly caught both our damn attentions that way? That was going to a problem.

That kind of a problem - the kind of problem Amanda had turned into.

Jordan and I went way back. Hell, we’d been closer than brothers on the streets when we were coming up. We’d worked six jobs between the two of us to scrape up enough for college, we’d founded this damn company together. We’d come from nothing, and now we had damn near everything.

Well, almost.

Because Jordan and I had appetites, and those appetites needed to be fed. Appetites like tight little sex-kittens oozing sin and temptation like the hot young thing sitting outside our office door right now.

And of course, when you come up that close with someone like Jordan and I had, well, you share.

Everything.

It wasn’t weird like that - we weren’t that way or anything. We’d just learned early that we liked the same types of girls, and that there was nothing better than sharing one between us. Watching a woman come on your cock is one thing, but hearing her moans from your thrusts muffled by your best friend’s cock between her lips? Even better. Feeling her come while stuffed front and back by the two of us, and knowing without a fucking doubt that it’s the best orgasm of her damn life will put a strut in your step like nothing else.

Except when it leads to problems.

Problems like Amanda

Yeah, we knew men of our means were looking for trouble with appetites like that, for what it opened us up to risk-wise. But fuck if we could help it.

Except, Sasha wasn’t just a some girl we wanted to turn to putty between us, and I knew we were both thinking that. Hell, okay, we did want to turn her to putty between us, but there was more there.

Way more, in a way that was freaking me out.

It was like lust to the tenth degree. I didn’t just want her, I wanted to fucking consume her. I wanted her everything - her body, her pleasure, her obedience.

Her heart.

I shook my head, grabbing for the bottle of $1,000 scotch in my desk drawer. I slammed the crystal tumbler down and dumped in three fingers of the amber liquid. I almost chuckled as I watch my buddy doing the same across the office - bourbon being his vice.

“Shit, Luke,” He grimaced as he took a huge slug of his drink. “I thought we’d told Tom down in HR NOT to hire anyone like her.”

Anyone that reminded us of Amanda, I knew he meant. Anyone who had us both turned upside down just from one meeting with the blonde, cock-throbbingly sexy new secretary.

He chuckled. “We did, and he reminded us what a fucking PR nightmare it would be to actually stipulate ‘no attractive young women need apply’ on the job request.”

Tom got it, though, especially after Amanda.

Except Tom was on vacation this month, which is how we landed Sasha fucking Reed.

Sasha with the perfect, full tits. Sasha with the lips that just begged to have a thick cock slipped between them. Sasha with the lets I wanted to throw over my shoulders as I buried my cock ball-deep in her silken pussy. Sasha who I wanted to feel sandwiched between my buddy and I as she cried out in pleasure.

Jordan swore across the room. “Right, his damn vacation. He’s got that temp replacement doing hires.”

“We can’t fire her, can we.”

His eyes went dark. “Fuck no.”

I knew that look in his eyes. It was a ‘fuck no’ not just because it was wrong, and because she was sweet, forbidden temptation.

It was a ‘no’, because getting rid of that girl was the last thing in the world either of wanted to do.

In fact, I knew we both wanted more of her.

“You’re thinking it too.”

He snorted. “This is how we get into trouble.”

I nodded, sipping at my scotch. “But shit, Jord, those tits.”

“That mouth, fuck.”

We sat like that in brick and bookcase-lined walls of our office, drinking slowly and feeling the effects of the girl on the other side of that door slowly slip under our skin.

Yeah, this was a problem.