Chapter Three
The warm wetness encased Trevor’s finger in a grip matched by nothing else. His groan rumbled in his chest and caught in his throat. “I’m going to fuck you hard,” he mumbled, half lost in the driving need that’d spiked the second Danielle had entered the room. He drove his finger into her, circled it and pulled out. “Over and over.” His teeth snagged on her skin as he dragged them up her neck and ran his finger through the folds of her pussy. “Until you beg for release.”
“Yes.”
Her breathy agreement raced to his dick on a path set to destroy his control. Only with her, damn it. She was the only one who’d ever gotten close to unraveling all he’d fought to gain. The only one who still could.
His heart beat an erratic rhythm that pounded at his chest with a need of its own. The tips of her breasts teased his skin with every little movement she made. He wasn’t alone in his response, and that both comforted and terrified him.
He released a long, slow breath in a line up her jaw in an attempt to distract her and to regain his balance. Danielle was his equal in so many ways and superior in more. They’d been raised in the same environment, held to the same exacting standards of correctness laden with expectations. She had class and strength that didn’t require a blunt attack to wield or armor to defend.
And she’d come to him.
He brushed his lips past hers, hunger raging as he slid his finger over her clit in a single stroke. She sucked in a breath, her nails digging into the tender flesh at his nape. Power surged up to fill him with a passion that rarely blazed this strongly. The tiny nips fired into his desire to urge him forward, but he held back. There was no getting lost. Not yet.
Not ever.
He’d never shame her or their families by doing so. Nor would he let his father get his snarling, spiteful hooks into her.
He waited a beat, two. Her quick breaths heated his lips with each desperate quest for air. He slid his hand from her panties to run his palm down her lifted leg until he could hold it to him. Her weight shifted forward, urging him to rock his erection up the exposed line of her pussy. Her moan was more of a purr that rumbled from her parted lips and flowed into him.
God, she was...
He rocked his hips again and forced back his own rough groan. Material blocked the heat and wetness, but his imagination filled in every missing detail. She was one of the few women in the Boardroom who came close to his height. Another uniqueness he relished along with the possibilities it granted.
She eased her eyes open. The dark brown depths hid little. Heat and lust and want flashed beneath heavy lids. She didn’t need to speak to communicate her wishes. Likewise, he didn’t need to talk to answer.
He held back for a long moment, pulse jumping, desire raging.
She moistened her bottom lip, muscles going lax as she fully gave herself over to him.
Fuck. He lunged forward and claimed what she was giving with a greedy hunger that rocked his resolve. Her lips opened to him immediately, and he dove in with a wildness he seldom unleashed. Danielle did this to him every damn time.
Which was why he rarely played with her.
And never alone.
She moaned into his mouth. Her tongue reached out to tangle with his. He let his control go, ravishing her mouth in a heated rush of passion and want he could never have—except here.
Nips were followed by hard dives and chased by long strokes that throbbed in his dick and beat at his restraint. She was sweet heaven that tasted of erotic freedom and grounded danger.
He yanked his mouth away, gasping for each breath that failed to reach his lungs. His head swam in a wild rush of aching lust that he shoved back as he spun Danielle around. Her gasp was lost in the rumbled growl from Ryan that blazed through the room in a harsh reminder of the others’ presence.
Trevor hugged Danielle to him with an arm locked around her ribs. He found her breast with his other hand and squeezed the flesh that was yielding but firm before he pinched her nipple.
Her knees bent, head falling back as she sucked in a breath. “Trevor.” Her breathy plea reached into him to dig at his resistance.
“Go to them,” he said, releasing her. The loss of her touch hit him immediately. He held back his groan and remained stiff behind her when every fiber ached to draw her back to him.
She dropped her head for a brief moment before she lifted her chin, her shoulders drawing back. He curled his hands into fists as she strolled to the other end of the table, not glancing back even once. Why should she?
A line of beratements hammered through his mind. He listened to and rejected every one. He had to let her go to them. He couldn’t keep her for himself—physically or otherwise. If that was possible, he would’ve made that choice years ago.
Drake shifted back from his assault on Lori’s breasts when Danielle approached, his sly grin too damn appreciative. But Trevor couldn’t slight the man. Danielle deserved every ounce of appreciation Drake rained on her.
She stepped up to the pair, a hand sliding around each one. Drake took her mouth in a long, slow kiss that tipped her head back and taunted Trevor with the naked glory of their shared passion.
And for one moment, he hated the fucker.
He stalked to the threesome with a burning need to injure. Who, he didn’t know, but in the end, it was always himself.
Lori turned to him, her eyes heavy with lust. Her round face and sandy-brown hair was nothing like Danielle’s. Full and beautiful in her confidence, Lori owned her curves without shame, which made her even more desirable.
Trevor didn’t pause in his pursuit. He cupped Lori’s head, fingers digging into the strands as he tugged her back and dove in for a hard, hot kiss. He poured every ounce of his frustration and hunger into her without hesitation. She yielded to him, letting him take what he wanted while offering up more.
Danielle was right there, her back rubbing against his shoulder, her arm falling from Lori to reach back and cup his ass. Fucking A.
His groan poured into Lori as she wrapped an arm around him, dragged him closer when there was nowhere to go. The dizzying rush of flesh on flesh melded with the soft sucks and smacks peppered with lust-filled groans. This was all he needed.
It didn’t matter who he fucked, not in this environment.
Everything was safe here.
He pulled back, dragged his fingers through Lori’s hair. Danielle released her hold on his ass, and his dick twitched with a desperate need he forced himself to restrain.
Drake shifted away from Danielle and met his gaze in a silent exchange. Trevor let a slow smile lift his lips before he stepped away. He looked to the other couple to find Shelly and Ryan watching him, waiting.
He rolled his shoulders back, excitement bubbling in a slow burn. He took in the scene and found the control he relied on to survive. His words grated over his dry throat when he spoke. “Shall we begin?”