TiedtotheBoss (3 page)

He raised an eyebrow. “Go ahead.”

“When this ends, I don’t want it coming back to haunt either
of us. When it’s over, it has to be over.”

“Fine, when it’s over, it’s over.” He didn’t look very
convincing and when she didn’t say anything else, he said, “I can have my lawyer
draw something up that will protect us both if it would make you comfortable.”

It sounded insane, a binding document for when an affair
ends. The whole scenario was crazy but Penny loved her job and her contact with
Dante was limited when Kale was in the office.

“You seem sure this will be a short-lived venture.” His tone
deepened. He sounded annoyed or at the very least insulted.

She merely shrugged. He was right. She didn’t think this was
a forever kind of thing.

He stood and walked around the desk. “Did you enjoy your
time with us the other night?”

Her face burned. “You couldn’t tell?”

He crossed his arms over his chest. “I meant with us being
rough. Maybe a little rougher than you’re accustomed to.”

Hell yeah, she liked it rough. Her nipples were still sore,
a wonderful reminder of an evening totally devoted to getting her off. “I liked
it,” she whispered. Damn, the man had buried his head between her thighs just
days ago. Why was she having trouble meeting his eyes?

“Good. Because the other night was only the beginning of the
things I want to do with you. There’s one more thing I want to make clear.
Andrew is just along for the ride. He isn’t going to be invested in this in any
other way than sexually.”

“Isn’t that what we’re all about? Hot sex?”

He gripped the arms of her chair. His face closed in on
hers. “Baby, I want you. After one taste of you, it’s all I can think of. He
and I do share, but in the end you’re mine.”

It took her a second to digest exactly what he meant. He
wanted her with or without Andrew. Was she prepared for what might happen? When
faced with the prospect of both men, she could focus on only pleasure. She
shivered as his hot breath crossed her cheek. Who the hell was she kidding? She
wanted this man with or without his partner in crime.

“What’s it going to be, Penny?”

She chanced a look into his dark eyes and was lost. “Yes.”
One simple word that would change her life forever.

His breath skimmed across her mouth. “Shall we seal it with
a kiss?”

She held up her hand. “Not in the office, remember.”

He frowned as he straightened. “As you wish. Be ready
tonight at seven. My car will pick you up at your house.”

The chauffeur opened the limo door and helped her in. Dante
was seated across from her.

“Where’s Andrew?” She had expected to see the other man.

“We’ll pick him up on the way to the restaurant.”

Relief rushed through her. The thought of spending time
alone with Dante was an uncomfortable one. Not because she didn’t trust him but
because he called to her on an entirely different level than Andrew did. The
other man was pure sex on two legs but she knew barely anything about him.
Dante was different. She was drawn to him deep in her bones. He made her hot,
hungry and wet. All she wanted was for him to put the fire out before she burnt
up.

“Spread your legs, Penny.” Dante’s stark command pulled her
out of her thoughts.

“Huh?”

“You heard me the first time. Pull up your dress and spread
your thighs.”

“Are you serious?”

Giving her a wicked grin, he placed his hands behind his
head. “I’m not going to touch you. I want you to pull up your dress and spread
your thighs. I want a peek of that sweet pussy of yours.”

Her skin prickled. Her blood began to boil yet still she
hesitated. She didn’t quite understand why she’d frozen.

“Now, baby. I want to see what I tasted. Or do I need to
spank you into compliance?”

She wished he would, desperate as she was just to have him
touch her again. All afternoon she’d thought of nothing but his strong,
perfectly sculpted mouth and what he could do with it.

Her fingers shook as she reached for the hem. She moved the
soft fabric up her calves, over her knees and to the tops of her thighs.

“Open your knees and keep them that way.”

Her pale-pink panties were soaked but she didn’t give a damn.
She’d always wanted a lover to take control and push her out of her comfort
zone and that was exactly what Dante was doing.

She planted her feet wide and he turned the interior lights
on.

“Scoot your ass to the edge of the seat. I want to see
more.”

Doing as he asked, she leaned back, thrusting her pelvis
out.

“Take off your panties.”

She stared at him but he merely shook his head.

“Take off the damn panties, Penny.”

She’d never been as powerful as she was in that moment. He
was as turned on as she was. Her eyes traveled down his body to where his
hard-on tented the front of his designer pants.

If he wanted a show then she was going to give him one.
Walking her fingers over the front of her silky, soaked panties, she played
with the material.

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. She hooked her
thumbs in the elastic waist of the scrap of silk and pulled it off.

“Give them to me,” he demanded. His lips barely moved.
Smiling, she dropped the garment into his palm. He stuffed the panties into his
jacket and sat back.

The cool air rushing between her legs did nothing to control
the heat running through her. She felt naughty, sitting with her panties off in
the back of a limo, with Dante staring at her. His cock must have been giving
him trouble by the way he kept moving his legs, trying to find a comfortable
position.

Dante watched as she spread her creamy white thighs apart
again. Her silk panties were wet and now belonged to him. What had started out
as a fun little teaser was turning into more than he’d imagined.

Her pussy was slick and he remembered the honeyed taste of
her lower lips. He wanted more of her, wanted to bury himself so damn deep
inside her that she screamed his name.

Her small hands moved tentatively toward the top of her
thigh and he changed his position again, watching as her fingers danced closer
to her wet folds. She was teasing him, trying to elicit some kind of reaction.

He sat back, challenging her to continue. He loved it, loved
her for behaving in such a brazen fashion. She didn’t know what she was asking
for. Before the night was over, Dante was going to punish her for teasing him.

She didn’t disappoint. Her finger skimmed over her outer
labia, making lazy circles before daring to go farther. Dante was a
well-seasoned lover but he’d never witnessed anything as sensual as Penny
stroking her pussy.

“More,” he grunted. She opened herself and his dick jumped.
She was so pink and ripe and he was more than ready to fill her, but he held
still, wanting her to continue.

“Like this?” she asked, her first finger tracing her clit.

“Oh yeah, just like that.”

Her head fell back as she worked her clit. He forced himself
to remain where he was as two fingers disappeared inside her pussy. She began a
shallow thrusting motion. Dante covered his hard-on, squeezing it through his
pants. Fuck, he wanted her. Right now!

“Stop.” He swallowed hard, his voice louder than he’d
intended.

Looking confused, she withdrew her fingers. “What’s wrong?”

“God, nothing. If you don’t stop I’m going to come in my
fucking pants.”

When the car came to a stop, someone jerked the door open.
“Starting without me?” Andrew slid inside and shut the door behind him. He
leaned over and kissed Penny soundly on the lips. “What did I miss?”

“Penny was just showing me what I couldn’t see before in the
dark.”

His best friend laughed. “Yes, but you got to taste her.” He
grabbed her. “Now I’d like a turn. Look what we have here. Sweets, have you
been touching yourself?” Pulling her fingers into his mouth, he sucked them
deep. “Dante, she is truly delectable. I don’t know how I’ll make it through
dinner.” He laced his fingers through hers. “We’d better hurry up and eat. I’m
not sure how much longer I want to wait to get you under me.”

Dante couldn’t agree more, although the sight of Andrew’s
fingers curled around Penny’s annoyed him. He admonished himself for being so
damn ridiculous. He wanted to share her, show her the kind of pleasure having
two men would give her. It was always intense, always satisfying.

He boiled his mood down to the fact he’d been working sixty
hours a week for months now and the only satisfaction he’d found lately was
whenever he was near her.

* * * * *

“I swear, we were so drunk we both woke up in the fountain
in nothing but our green-and-white football jerseys, with pom-poms floating
around us.”

Penny was laughing so hard tears were rolling down her face.

The men had spent the entire evening one-upping each other
with embarrassing stories about their wild youth. Best friends since college,
they’d done everything together. There was true affection between these men and
their antics made her smile.

Dante was never so carefree, so full of life, at work. As
CEO of the company, he carried an enormous amount of responsibility, so he was
nothing but serious. It was nice to see a more relaxed and down-to-earth man.

There was no comparison between who he was now and who he’d
been as a teenager. Still, there were glimmers of the younger Dante—a glint in
his dark-brown eyes, the dimple in his cheek when he laughed. He’d never once
mentioned his high school days and for some reason it stung a little.

When they turned the tables on her and began to question her
background, she tried her best to steer the conversation back to them and their
antics.

“Don’t try to get out of telling us about yourself.” Andrew
looked to Dante. “Can you believe it? A woman who doesn’t want to tell us
anything?”

“Quite unusual.”

She took another sip of wine. The liquid warmed her belly
and she’d had just enough to loosen her tongue. “It’s not very exciting. I
graduated high school and began working. My parents couldn’t afford to send me
to college and I never seemed to make enough money to pay for it. I met Kale
ten years ago at a coffee shop I was working in.”

Penny would never forget the day the tall, willowy blonde
came through the door as if she owned the place. “Most of the employees ran the
moment she came, but I liked her. She was so self-assured and we hit it off
immediately. After a few months, she offered me a job as her assistant.”

Another sip of wine, another wave of heat to her belly.
“Eventually she loaned me money to go to school at night and I got my business
degree and paid her back, though she refused the interest. I owe her
everything.”

“Kale, my assistant?” For the first time that evening, Dante
appeared almost speechless.

“Yes, Kale, but you must promise never to tell her. She’d
kill me if anyone ever knew how generous she really is. She’s always telling me
it’s a man’s world and that you have to be twice as hard as they are in order
to be taken seriously.”

“She does have a keen sense when it comes to business,”
Dante murmured.

“And great taste. She found our girl here.”

Normally Penny would have blushed from the compliment, but
with three glasses of wine and a great meal in her tummy, her mind had wandered
on to other things, mainly the two men sitting on either side of her. She’d had
enough teasing for one evening and no longer wanted to talk about the past.

Her drenched pussy yearned to be stretched and to take all
it could handle.

“I think it’s time to leave.” Andrew stood and helped her
out of her seat.

Dante stuffed several bills into the leather case left by
their server. “I couldn’t agree more.”

Andrew opened the door to his condo, then led Penny into the
living room as Dante shut the door behind them. He walked to the bar and poured
them each a stiff shot. The mood in the limo had simmered with sexual heat but
there was also an underlying tension Penny couldn’t name. She wanted both these
men, though for different reasons.

Tonight wasn’t the night to figure out exactly what she
really wanted. No, tonight was about pleasure and being taken to heights she’d
only had a taste of during the Valentine’s Day Ball.

They knocked back the smoky liquor and she smiled as the
drink warmed her skin. Andrew beckoned them to follow him to the bedroom. She
winced slightly as he turned on a small lamp. Having sex in the dark was always
easy. All the little lumps and bumps seemed to disappear; lucky for her she’d
had just enough alcohol that her nerves weren’t going to get the best of her.

The blond swept her up in his arms, kissing her lips, neck
and shoulders. His lips were truly gifted as they wandered along the front of
her. She held on to his arms to keep from falling. Dante stripped off his
clothes and she shivered. She was so ready, she wasn’t sure she could stand
much longer.

Dante pulled her dress over her head and removed her bra.
“Put your hands on your head.” She turned to look at him. He was gloriously
naked, with a long, black silk scarf in his hands. “Don’t make me repeat
myself.”

She did as he’d instructed. He wrapped the silk around both
wrists, tying them snugly. Dante turned her into his embrace and she melted
against him.

He sipped from her lips. She kissed him back, running her
tongue along his. He tasted like peppermint and scotch and it was intoxicating.
He moved her backward until her calves hit the bed. She felt as if she were
floating to the mattress, but in truth Dante led her down gently, bracing her
neck.

His dark eyes were hooded and she couldn’t look away as he
hovered over her, feathering kisses along her collarbone and down her naked
chest. She hissed as his mouth latched on to her nipple.

The bed dipped, indicating Andrew had finally come to play.
He joined Dante, tonguing her other breast, and she cried out, desperate to
thread her fingers through both blond and dark hair, yet unable to do so. She
felt like a goddess as both men worshipped her.

Dante left her chest and knelt next to her head. She licked
her lips as his erection touched her cheek. She smiled shyly as he stroked it.
A tiny bead of clear liquid pebbled on the tip of his cock and set her on
fire—she had to taste him.

She opened her mouth in invitation and he guided his cock
across her lips, coating them with his pre-cum. She snaked her tongue out to
trace the heavy crown then wrapped her lips around him, bobbing up and down his
thick shaft.

“Yeah, baby, that’s it.” He held the back of her head. “You
can take me farther than that. Open your mouth.”

She managed to take a little more of him with every pull.

Andrew threw her legs over his shoulders and opened her
wide. The first touch of his tongue to her wet skin had her hips arching off
the bed. He gripped her and held her down as he tongue-fucked her.

She ground against the slight stubble on his face and took
Dante in farther, lost in a whirlwind of lust and desire. There was no time to
think of anything other than her need to be filled, her need to come. Here she
was covered, by two men who knew exactly how to touch a woman. She’d never
dreamed something this carnal, this taboo would feel so damn good. The
sensations swirled around her, encompassing her in a storm of stark want and
need.

Letting go of Dante’s cock, she swiped her tongue along his
balls, carefully pulling one in her mouth and laving it gently.

“Damn, woman, your mouth is wicked.”

The ego boost spurred her on and she again took him into her
mouth, sucking harder and deeper.

“I can’t take it,” he said, gritting his teeth and pulling
away from her. “Andrew, I need to fuck her.” His coarse language pushed her
right over the edge as Andrew sucked her clit hard and sent her careening into
orgasm.

Dante wasn’t about to give Penny the chance to recover. He
nodded to Andrew, who left her pussy and fell beside her. His friend covered
one of her breasts, licking and sucking hard. She arched her back and Dante
crawled down to her hips and smacked her pussy. He covered the pink area with
one palm and pushed a finger to her entrance. He tickled and tormented her with
pleasure.

“You were a bad girl in the limo. Teasing the hell out of me
until I almost came. I think you need to learn to follow directions.”

He plunged two fingers deep in her channel, sliding easily
in and out of her burning cunt. He crooked his fingers and found the slightly
hard little bundle of nerves within her and massaged them. He spanked her
pussy, careful to spread the sting over her entire pussy until it was a deep
shade of red.

“Oh God, Dante, I’m going to come.” Her hips met his every
thrust.

“No, you’re not,” he hissed and stopped.

She cried out in frustration, “Why did you stop?”

“I told you I’d punish you for teasing me.”

She was pissed and it made his dick engorge further. He
reached down, grabbing his pants and the condom in the pocket. Lightning fast,
he tore the foil open with his teeth. He shook as he retrieved the condom and
rolled it on.

Andrew grabbed a tube of cream from the nightstand drawer
and smoothed it over her pussy. Dante knew it would cool and soothe her heated
skin as well as give her time to settle back down.

Andrew tossed him the tube and he squeezed another generous
amount of the cooling gel on his palm. He carefully applied more to her chafed
pussy lips, his thumb sliding along the side of her clit.

“Does my girl want to come?” he whispered.

She refused to meet his gaze, merely nodding her head. Dante
understood her inability to speak. He’d just brought her to the brink only to
deny her what she craved most.

“You’ll come again soon, I promise, and it will be more than
you can stand.” He grabbed a little black bag and opened it. He removed clamps
and showed them to Penny. “We’re going to put these on your nipples. The pain
will only last a few seconds before pleasure takes over.” His heart dropped
when she only managed a deer-in-the-headlights look. “Do you trust us to know
what will bring you the greatest pleasure?” He held his breath as he waited for
her answer. It meant more to him than he wanted to admit, but he needed her
trust.

“I trust you.” Her quiet voice broke through his momentary
fear.

“Good. Without absolute trust there is no real pleasure,” he
said, tossing one of the nipple clamps to his friend.

He gripped her nipple with his thumb and forefinger, slowly
twisting and pulling before blowing slightly against the rigid tip. Dante
opened the clip and clamped it on her at the same time Andrew captured her
other nipple. He bent, licking around the clamp until her little mews grew
louder and she squirmed with pleasure, not pain.

Andrew licked across the nipple and her back arched. Dante
covered “his” nipple, distracting her from the pain. He loved the game of
finding out what she could stand, how far he could push her. She was so
receptive to everything he and Andrew had done with her. Her dark eyes were
wide and her hips twisted and turned. She was so ready to fuck.

He couldn’t take another second. He lay on his back and
pulled her over him, helping her slide down his dick. Fuck, she fit him like a
glove as she settled on him.

He couldn’t believe how deep he was. “Fuck me.”

She began to rise and fall, her soft body cushioning him.
Her heavy round breasts bounced with every move. He tugged on one of the clamps
and she moaned.

“You love the little stings, don’t you?” he hissed between
clenched teeth. She threw her head back and ground down on his pelvic bone.
Damn, but she was made for him. With every wiggle and jerk of her hips, he was
close to losing it, but they were only just beginning the climb so he fought
the urge to spill inside her.

Andrew popped up behind her and cupped her breasts. “She’s
pure ecstasy, isn’t she?” He tweaked her nipples, causing another squeal to
escape her swollen lips.

“You guys don’t have to keep talking about me like I’m not
here.”

Dante laughed. “She’s right, buddy, she’s not a blow-up
doll.” As evidenced by her hot, wet core swallowing him to the point he felt as
if his head were going to pop off.

Andrew bit her neck. “Sorry, sweets. I’m just making sure he
appreciates your delicious pussy as much as I did.”

Dante thrust up, into heaven. “I think the time for talk is
over.” He released her tied wrists and laced his fingers through hers. He
pulled her down to his chest. “We both want to be in you. Are you ready for it,
baby?”

The familiar sound of the condom package opening echoed in
her ears. Andrew’s large hands covered her ass cheeks. He massaged her flesh
before parting her ass. “I need you to relax for me, sweets, and do exactly as
I say. Can you do that for me?”

She knew what was going to happen and couldn’t help but
clench at the idea. She’d heard stories from her friends, both good and bad,
but she had to trust that Andrew knew what he was doing, otherwise this night
of sensual nirvana would end. “I’ll do my best.”

Dante grabbed her face. “Kiss me and relax. I promise it
will be so damn good for you.”

He captured her mouth in a scorching kiss. Something thick,
cold and wet pressed against her anus. Andrew’s finger circled her tight hole
before dipping inside. The unused muscle compressed hard but Andrew only added
more gel and continued to stroke her.

Dante sprinkled kisses on her face. She kissed him back with
everything she had.

From behind, Andrew pressed his heated body against her.
“I’m not going to lie, sweets. This is going to be uncomfortable for a minute
until you adjust to me. All you need to do is not tense up and push back.”

She understood his description as he guided the blunt head
of his cock to her tight hole and pushed forward. The invasion burned but the
pain blurred when Dante distracted her by tugging on her nipple clamp.

Andrew gripped her hips. “I’m almost there.”

Something gave as he passed through the tight ring of muscle
and he stopped all movement. The slight sting faded away and she relaxed into
Dante’s chest. With her nipples still clamped, the scrape against him caused a
deep moan to escape. She’d never been so sensitive. She was filled to the brim,
stretched tight almost to the point of pain.

The minor discomfort fled when Andrew pulled back and Dante
thrust up at the same time. Their movements were relaxed and shallow. She
looked down into Dante’s large espresso eyes.

“You’re beautiful, baby,” he whispered.

Blood rushed to her head as all three of them shifted
together. Grinding and pumping caused the slow-burning pleasure to give rise to
something more. Andrew pushed farther into her, moving back and forth. His arms
came around her and pulled her up against his chest. Dante pushed as Andrew
retreated. The motion stretched tight muscles, making her wetter with every
single thrust. It was never-ending—as one ebbed, the other flowed.

The heat in the room bathed them all in a fine sheen of
sweat; their breath mingled and their moans became one. There was no beginning,
no end as they rocked back and forth, drawing out the pleasure for as long as
possible.

Fingers—she wasn’t sure whose—rubbed her clit while others
squeezed her clamped nipples. The world around them disappeared and only a hazy
state of utopia existed until she began to seize and the thrusting changed to a
furious pace. Two sets of male groans vibrated against her back and chest.
Whispered words of dirty needs echoed in her ears and for the first time in her
life she believed she was the most beautiful woman in the world.

Something broke loose within her and she took over the pace,
riding Dante harder, taking Andrew in and out. Both men were still as she
controlled the motion, demanding satisfaction. She was unwilling to be a
passenger along for the ride.

No, she was the pilot, leading all three of them into the
abyss of pure white-hot need. She knew gratification of monumental proportions
lay just around the corner.

One more thrust, one more pinch and pull. She gripped each
cock hard as her vaginal walls tensed. Throwing her head back, she screamed as
she came hard. She convulsed as they moved and pulled, fighting to reach the
bliss she was experiencing. Through the fog she heard both men cry out as they
joined her in climax.

She collapsed into Dante’s arms and then Andrew slowly
withdrew. He fell by her back, his arm thrown across her waist. Enveloped in
Dante and Andrew’s blissful embrace, she didn’t even try to keep her eyes open
and gave herself up to exhaustion.

* * * * *

Hours later, she was on her way home. Dante held her close
as she shut her eyes and enjoyed the comfort of being in his arms. She was dead
tired but happy, completely satisfied. Both men had taken such care with her,
not once but three times, each time more erotic, more intense than the last.

They were both so skilled, yet so different. Andrew was
decadently beautiful with a quick smile and an easygoing nature. Dante, her
dark-haired lover, was more sedate and serious. So completely opposite the boy
she remembered in high school.

High school—he never mentioned it. Could she have really
been so forgettable back then? Granted, they hadn’t been the best of friends,
but they had been friendly. Shared what she considered a few innocently sweet
moments.

She refused to think about it now, wrapped up in Dante’s
musky scent and thick, strong arms.