Feeling the Buzz

Feeling the Buzz

Shelley Munro

Book three in the Fancy Free series.

Jen Alexander is
intent on fulfilling a promise to her mother. She’s heading back to school to
finish her education, until a remote-controlled vibrator takes her on an
unexpected detour.

For her ex-boss Wayne
Garrett, the night of Jen’s farewell party is a revelation. Now that he’s seen
her sexy side, he plans on seduction, big-time—a private party for three. But
worried his feelings for Wayne could spoil their friendship, his business
partner Sebastian Lang refuses to play.

Wayne wants Jen.
Sebastian wants Wayne. Jen doesn’t want
any
man since her boyfriend
ditched her by text minutes before the party. It’s going to take a lot of laughter,
fun and hot seduction before the three can decide exactly what they want and
how to get it.

Feeling the Buzz

Shelley Munro

Chapter One

“Sebastian.”

A sharp elbow to Sebastian Lang’s ribs
jerked him off balance and he almost head-butted his date. He grasped her upper
arms before she toppled on her ass in a chain reaction. “Sorry, sweetheart.” He
scowled at Wayne. “What did you do that for?”

Wayne pantomimed something, frustration
knitting his brow when Sebastian stared at him blankly. Obviously whatever
Wayne wanted to say wasn’t fit for a woman’s ears.

“It’s okay,” the attractive blonde cooed, a
heavy coating of mascara aiding her slow, sexy blink. “I’ll give you some
privacy ’cause I have to visit the little girls’ room anyway.”

Sebastian fought to restrain his grimace.
The
little girls’ room. Really?
Why didn’t she call it a toilet and leave it at
that? Everyone had to take a piss sometime. She waggled her fingers in a coy
wave and sashayed away—or as much as she could sashay wearing her tight little
skirt and skyscraper heels.

“Sebastian!”

“What?” Sebastian swiveled to glare at his
longtime friend and business partner Wayne Garrett.

Wayne tore his gaze off the dance floor to
study him properly. “What’s crawled up your arse tonight?”

Nothing Wayne could fix.
“What do you want?”

Wayne leaned closer, his tanned face alight
with mischief. “You still got your remote control for the Fancy Free vibrator?”

“Not on me. It’s in the office.”

“Too bad. I persuaded Jocelyn to wear the
vibrator tonight and noticed something interesting when I used the remote. Go
and ask Jen for a dance.”

Sebastian’s brows rose. “Our Jen?”

Wayne grinned. “I forgot that you haven’t
seen her yet. See the woman with the long, straight hair? The one wearing the
short black skirt and pink top?”

Whoa! Nice ass.
“That’s Jen Alexander?”

“She cleans up good, huh? You should have
seen her in shorts this morning. Made me feel way better about stopping by her
house to pick up paperwork. I had no idea she was hiding that luscious body
beneath her navy-blue suit.”

“Stop.” Sebastian held up his hand to
enforce the harsh note in his voice. “That’s Jen you’re lusting over. She works
for us and that makes her out of…” He trailed off, realizing what his friend
was getting at. This was Jen’s leaving party. After years of nursing her mother
then working long hours to save money, she was going back to school full-time.

“Go and ask her to dance.”

“Where’s Giles? And where is Jocelyn?”

Wayne’s face hardened, ice freezing his
former humor. “Libby told me the bastard sent her a breakup text five minutes
before she left for the party.”

“A text? Prick better not come near me when
we’re working with Liam and Fletch’s crew next week,” Sebastian said with a
growl. “And Jocelyn?”

“Jocelyn is in the kitchen talking to her
cousin. Go before your date comes back from the
little girls’ room
.”

“You heard.”

“Yep. You don’t want her in your bed, Seb.”

No, he didn’t. He wanted Wayne. Sebastian
shoved the thought aside, locking it firmly away and headed for Jen. Thoughts
like that had no business popping into his mind. Sighing, he weaved through the
crowds of employees and friends on the dance floor. Laughter filled the Sloan
town hall and the scent of hot sausage rolls floated on the air with the
Women’s Division matriarchs in the thick of the kitchen action.

“Jen?” Sebastian tapped her on the
shoulder. “Would you like to dance?”

Jen turned and Sebastian got his first look
at the miraculous transformation of their junior office assistant. Her curly
hair no longer hung in uncontrolled chaos around her face. She must have
visited a hairdresser because now it was dead straight and the shiny brown mass
tumbled down her back. Her clothes were different too, showcasing a curvy body.
Even her features looked different with a skilful application of makeup.

“You look gorgeous, Jen.” Not even her
slightly reddened blue eyes detracted from her natural beauty. “Those high
school boys aren’t going to know what hit them.”

“See! I told you.” Gaby Montgomery, one of
Jen’s friends, sent her a thumbs-up.

Jen grinned, making her look more like the
familiar Jennifer of the office. “I’m not going back to school to check out
boys. I’m going to study. Besides, they’re all at least seven years younger
than me. When I date, I want a man—” She broke off suddenly, her good humor
faltering, and Sebastian wanted to beat Giles to a pulp for hurting her.

He grabbed her hand. “Come and dance with
me.”

Jen found herself tugged into the midst of
friends strutting their stuff on the floor. Sebastian put his arms around her,
holding her lightly as they moved to the music.

“We’re going to miss you around the
office.”

“I’ll still help Libby during my holidays.”
Somehow she didn’t think Sebastian and Wayne would miss her in quite the same
way she’d miss them. Her bosses were both sexy men and in high demand with the
single women living in and around the country town of Sloan. Local rumor said
they’d used their building skills to install revolving doors on their bedrooms.

Not that she’d know. They treated her like
a younger sister—which was as it should be, she reminded herself. Mind back on
the plan.

Finish school. Accounting degree.

She didn’t have time for a man in her life.

“That’s good to hear.” Sebastian smiled at
her, ice blue eyes crinkling at the corners. “You know if you need anything all
you have to do is ask.”

“Thanks. I—” She broke off with a surprised
gasp.

“What is it? What’s wrong?”

“N-nothing,” she said in a strangled voice.
The new Fancy Free vibrator, the remote-controlled one she’d promised to test
for her inventor friend Gaby, buzzed to life again. The very one she’d inserted
minutes before Giles had so kindly sent her a text dumping her ass, vibrated on
the perfect spot. She bit her bottom lip, concentrating on holding back her
gasps of enjoyment. That felt
sooo
good.

The vibrations ceased as suddenly as they’d
started. Thank god! That had been the second time tonight. She sucked in a
hasty breath and glanced around for Giles. No, she was pretty sure he wasn’t
here. But she would be demanding back the remote control the second she saw the
louse. If he thought he could wriggle back into her good graces, he was sadly
mistaken. No one treated her like a doormat and got away with it. And as soon
as this dance ended, she’d make a hasty trip to the restrooms. If Gaby hadn’t
hustled her out of the house so quickly she’d have removed the vibrator before
she’d left home. Since arriving at the hall, she hadn’t managed a quiet moment
to herself.

“What made you decide to change your hair?”
Sebastian asked.

Jen frowned. Had he noticed her weird
behavior?

“Jen?”

Oh dear. He would if she didn’t act
normally. “Libby gave me a voucher for the new beauty spa. Gaby dragged me off
this afternoon and paid for a visit to the hairdresser.”

“Giles is a fool.”

“You heard?” Her gaze flew to his before
flitting away in embarrassment. She didn’t want his sympathy.

“Jen, look at me.” His imperious tone
brooked no refusal and his calloused fingertips tipping her face upward sealed
the deal. “You’re better off without the idiot.”

The insistent buzz in her pussy started
again. She groaned, saw his eyes widen and suspicions start to coalesce.

“What else did Gaby give you?”

“Nothing.” The stimulation seemed to
intensify. Chills chased across her flesh and for one horrid moment she thought
her knees would buckle. Another quick punch of heat forced a moan from her.

“Giles better not have control of that
remote,” Sebastian said in a snarl.

A full-body flush replaced her former chill
and she tried to look away. He wouldn’t let her.

“Jen?”

“Giles told me he wasn’t coming to the
party. I don’t know who has the remote,” she almost wailed. And if she found
out, she’d kill them. “I need to go to the toilet.”

“We’re both grown-ups,” he whispered,
gathering her closer when she tried to yank from his touch. His scent washed
over her—something exotic and sexy. Enticement for a woman to snuggle close.
His body heat seared her while the vibrations and the nifty attachment
stimulated her clit. She whimpered, her fingers digging into his shoulders.
Pleasure coursed through her body, followed swiftly by excruciating
mortification. She bit down on her inner cheek, desperate to contain her sounds
of enjoyment. God, she’d never live this down.

“Let’s go.” Sebastian pulled away abruptly
and hauled her off the dance floor.

Every step abraded her clit until,
thankfully, the vibrations stopped. She sagged against Sebastian, taking deep,
shuddering breaths.

He took most of her weight and dragged her
out the side door of the hall into the cool evening air. Jen was glad of the
gloom because her face glowed with humiliation—she just knew it. This was her
boss and she was practically climaxing in his arms. Even worse, he
knew
.

“You should go back inside and spend time
with your girlfriend.”
Yes, please!
She’d never manage to look him in
the face again. And the second he left her alone, she’d whip out the vibrator.
She’d never have agreed to wear the toy if she’d known
any
remote could
turn it on. Next time Gaby persuaded her to try out one of her inventions she’d
ask more questions. Demand full disclosure of pertinent facts.

“I can’t leave you like this.”

“Yes, you can,” she said firmly, cautiously
shifting her weight. The vibrations had halted, and she relaxed a fraction.
Must be out of range. Then, a familiar low pressure gathered between her legs.
An intense burst of heat, and another moan spilled from her lips. Her thighs
clamped together, but if anything the move made things worse. She gasped, not
willing to fall apart in front of her sexy boss.

“What are you doing out here?”

Great. Just great
. Wayne, her other boss, was here too. Her embarrassment was
complete. “Gaby talked me into trying out one her vibrator designs.”

“Why are you telling
us
?” Wayne
asked.

Something in his smooth voice aroused her
suspicions. “You!” She advanced on Wayne and poked him in the middle of his
chest with her finger. “You have the remote. You’re doing this to me.”

Almost before she finished speaking, the
vibrations started again, relentless in their intensity. Wayne took one look at
her pained grimace and drew her into his arms, despite her objections.
Sebastian crowded her from behind, nuzzling her neck with his lips. He nipped
at her earlobe, the sharp pain tossing her into a maelstrom of pleasure. Her
clit pulsed and fire swarmed over her body, the convulsion into orgasm almost
more than she could bear. She shuddered between the two hard male bodies. The
pulses continued for a long time, intense and explosive, before trailing off.

Slowly she came back to Earth after
luxuriating in the aftershocks. The vibrator stopped. She’d say one thing for
Gaby’s newest invention—the toy packed a hell of a punch.

“Are you okay?” Wayne whispered.

“Why?” She glanced left and right. Where
was the nearest rock? She’d like to crawl under it.

“You don’t work for us anymore,” Wayne
said.

“What?” She didn’t have to pretend
indignation. “Does that make me fair game?”

“Of course not,” Sebastian said smoothly.

“What do you want from me?” Jen asked. To
say she was confused would have been an understatement. She felt as if someone
had dumped her in Wonderland with Alice, where everything was topsy-turvy.

“I’d like to take you home,” Wayne said
without hesitation.

“Why?” Jen cringed at her bluntness but it
didn’t seem to bother either of her bosses.
Ex-bosses,
she reminded
herself.

“Wouldn’t you like some hot, strings-free
sex?” Wayne asked. “Imagine two men touching you, their hands wandering over
your body. One lover sucking your breasts while the other licks your clit. One
man crammed in your pussy while the other fucks your mouth or your ass. Think
how good it would feel with two of us concentrating on your pleasure.”

“Way to go, idiot.” Sebastian clipped his
friend across the side of his head. “Do you want to scare her off?”

The heat in her cheeks intensified and she
forced herself to shrug, to pretend she didn’t have the faintest idea about
threesomes, while moisture coated her folds and renewed arousal simmered
through her again. “What are you blathering about?”

Sebastian turned her to face him. “Come
inside. We’ll have a few drinks and dance a little.”

“Good idea.” Relief hit Jen. Once they were
inside again their girlfriends would claim them. She brightened at the thought.
Let their dates take them in hand and try to control them. She was heading
straight to the restrooms. Next up, she intended to do an online search for hit
men and sic one on her best friend. “Let’s go.”

“Wait.” Sebastian grasped her arm and spun
her back to face him. His head dipped, and before she could protest, he had her
in a lip-lock. Lips. Tongues. The whole nine yards.

“My turn.”

She had a few seconds to take a quick
breath before Wayne took over. His kiss was softer, not as intense, but it
shoved her directly into confusion.

“What was that?” she asked in a near
shriek, the second her lips were free. “Why?”

“Because we like you and we don’t want you
to go home and mope about that bastard Giles.” Sebastian’s gaze seemed to bore
into her, searching out her insecurities.

A fickle breeze played down the alley,
tugging playfully at his brown hair. She found herself reaching to smooth the
unruly locks down and snatched her hand away, appalled by her loss of common
sense.