Total Immersion (2 page)

“I can behave myself if . . .” Susan said.

“If what?” Adam asked.

“If . . .” She bit her lip for a moment, and the wheels turned almost visibly in her head. “If I have two men to satisfy me while I’m here.”

“You want another man?” Adam said.

“You had other women,” she said, as if that proved something.

“That was my job,” he said.

“Well, two men is my requirement.” Susan smiled very sweetly at Madeline. “And I promise none of your other clients will hear a peep out of me.”

“I’m sorry, that’s not at all the same thing,” Madeline said. “I can’t condone you having sex with a stranger in an impaired state.”

“State?” Susan hooted. “My state is horny, as I’ll let everyone in this place know at the top of my lungs.”

Madeline held out her hands to quiet Susan. “Please, miss.”

“In fact, I’ll let them all know one of your employees drugged me,” Susan said. “Before your security can haul me out of here, half your clients will have heard.”

“Very well,” Madeline said. “We’ll do what you ask.”

“Madeline?” Adam said. “You’re not serious about this, I hope.”

Having to watch Susan have sex with another man? Having to participate? Pure hell. But then maybe he deserved it for messing up their relationship in the first place. Thinking she could hang on with the status quo, he’d waited too long to switch from provider to manager. And he’d lost the only woman he’d ever contemplated a future with. This could be his punishment for making her miserable so many times, even though he’d never wanted to. Or maybe the universe was having a good laugh at his expense.

“Fine. A ménage à trois,” Madeline said. “And you do have our deepest apologies for Phil’s behavior.”

Susan nodded very regally. “Accepted.”

“No.” Adam groped for anything that would make this nightmare go away—something that would change Madeline’s mind. He didn’t come up with anything. “This won’t work. No, I’m sorry.”

One of Madeline’s elegant brows lifted. “No?”

Even before Madeline had opened Club Ecstasy, she’d run her own lingerie and fragrance companies. She wasn’t used to her employees contradicting her. Adam had never done it before, but then she’d never asked him to do something so damned uncomfortable. Hell, uncomfortable didn’t even cover it.

“I don’t even do the
work
anymore,” he said.

Even through the haze of her intoxication, Susan perked up at that news. “You don’t?”

He couldn’t explain that to her now, so he didn’t respond.

“You can still
perform
, I imagine,” Madeline said. “You haven’t lost your touch, have you?”

“Of course not.” He shouldn’t have to explain his reluctance. He could do a threesome with any client she wanted him to, but this was Susan. He’d never shared her. He’d managed to keep the thought of her with another man out of his mind, more or less, for six months. He didn’t need to experience the reality up close and personal.

“Well, then, do this,” Madeline said.

Madeline would never order him to do anything he didn’t want. She didn’t have to. Her tone said everything for her. She wouldn’t fire him if he disobeyed, but he’d lose stature in her eyes, and she meant a lot to both employees and clients here. Including him.

Besides, what choice did he have? Madeline had given in. Susan clearly wasn’t going to go home quietly, and neither he nor Madeline could afford her making a scene in front of the other clients. One way or another, Susan was going to get what she wanted from Club Ecstasy. Which meant she’d have her threesome. He for sure wasn’t going to let that happen with two other men. One of her lovers would have to be him.

“All right,” he said finally. Let the punishment begin.

“Yay!” Susan fairly jumped up and down with excitement.

“If you’ll permit me, I’ll select the other man.” Madeline tapped a manicured finger against her lips for a moment. “I’d suggest Jeff.”

Oh, great. She’d chosen a guy who was hung like a horse. Not that Adam couldn’t win that competition, but he could take the threesome a whole lot more easily if the other man were less adequate than himself in some way. Still, he’d been developing a new technique and using Jeff to help. This could turn into an opportunity to try it out and make Susan
really
happy.

With his tremendous staying power and fun attitude toward sex, Jeff showed real promise to become a favorite among the clients. He was a good choice for the job.

“Now that’s settled,” Madeline said. “I’ll put you in one of our best suites if you promise not to make a scene.”

Susan made a zipper movement across her lips. “No one will know I’m here. Except for my guys.”

Her guys
. Plural. Including him. He deserved as much. He’d have her now, but so would Jeff. Fucking fabulous.

B
ETWEEN WHAT SHE
felt were two of the most beautiful men on earth, Susan fairly floated down the hallway. She ought to feel furious with that guy, Phil, for drugging her, and when she came down from her high, maybe she would. For now, she could only enjoy the results of his trickery. In her normal state of mind, she’d never have asked for two lovers at once. Now, she’d not only have Adam, the man who knew a dozen or more ways to make her climax, but she could learn her way around a new stud’s body, find out what drove him to a fever pitch, and then let him use all that sexual energy to give her orgasm after orgasm.

For the next several hours, she’d not only enjoy the best sex of her life, but she could make Adam watch. He’d finally pay for all the nights she’d sat at home watching old movies on television while he did his thing with other women here. Professional, he’d called it, not personal, and he’d expected her to shrug it off. Well, this was professional, too. A mindless fuck with a man in the same line of work as his.

Except he wasn’t any longer. He’d quit that part of his job. Probably something to contemplate there, but she’d have to figure that out later, because her mind wasn’t working nearly as well as her sex. If you could call a man’s cock his little brain and insist it could make him do things his big brain wouldn’t consider, then her pussy was acting the same way for her. The effects of the drug had made her achy and throbbing, but that fact didn’t make the sensations any less real. Or demanding.

She had two men—both tall, both with firm bodies that pressed against hers as they went. Both schooled in how to give her everything she needed, and she needed a lot. As soon as they got her down this endless corridor, they could get to work.

They finally arrived at the door to the suite, and Jeff inserted the key card and opened the door for her. What greeted her on the other side took her breath away. A large living room with a flat-screen television and stereo equipment also held modern couches and armchairs with lines that seemed to suggest flight. She kicked off her shoes and allowed her feet to sink into plush carpet as she made her way across the room, letting her fingers skim across the glass top of a dining table as she went.

“We hope you like it,” Jeff said.

“Like it? It’s amazing,” she replied.

Adam remained silent where he stood just inside the room. Madeline couldn’t have chosen two men so perfectly matched to please the female eye. Jeff stood nearly as tall as Adam and had the same perfect body, finely muscled beneath the elegant tailoring of his suit. But where Adam had swarthy skin, dark eyes, and raven black hair, Jeff was blond and had blue eyes and a dimple in his cheek that suggested mischief.

Madeline must have guessed from the fact that Susan had already chosen Adam as her lover that her fantasies went toward clean-shaven men in elegant clothes. Men who might have been princes in another era, each with a satin sash across his chest. And she’d get to undress them and check out their equipment underneath.

“Take a look at the rest of the suite and see if it’s to your liking,” Jeff said. Ever the pleasant fellow.

“I will.” She headed into the bedroom. “Are you coming, Adam?”

“I’m here,” his voice came from behind her.

The bedroom was as expansive as the living room, if not more. It gleamed with brass and polished wood. An enormous bed with posts that climbed nearly to the high ceiling dominated the space. A glass-topped table and occasional chairs stood off to one side. The same thick carpet she’d noticed in the living room hushed her steps as she explored.

So much luxury. She threw her arms out and turned until she was dizzy. When she threatened to topple, Adam caught her as he always had when something had threatened to pull her down, emotionally or physically. His dark gaze met hers.

“Are you happy?”

“Delirious,” she said. “What about you?”

His expression said nothing. “I’d use a somewhat different word.”

“And the bathroom, madame.” Jeff stood by an open door and gestured across the threshold.

White marble nearly blinded Susan when she stepped inside, and light bounced off brass faucets and fixtures. A glass-enclosed shower occupied the far wall, and a sunken tub took up much of the rest of the room. Plenty of opportunities for fun there.

When she returned to the bedroom, she found that Jeff had undone his tie and was removing the jacket of his suit. He draped that over one of the chairs and proceeded to take out his cufflinks. With those set aside, he rolled up his cuffs, revealing strong forearms covered with sun-bleached hairs.

Susan started in on the buttons of her blouse, but he moved to stop her hands. “Let me do that.”

As Jeff undressed her, Adam took a seat on one of the chairs at the table and watched. Perhaps they’d worked together before, because Jeff seemed to know how to conduct a threesome without being told. Jeff had an expert touch, his big fingers working buttons while the warmth of his body enveloped her. He bent to nibble at the sensitive skin behind her ear, his breath hot, leaving no doubt about what type of encounter would follow.

Adam’s face gave nothing away, but he seemed intent on observing every move she and his coworker made. She stood where she was and allowed Jeff to remove her clothing. His fingers gliding over her skin, he rid her of her blouse and reached behind to unfasten her bra. When her breasts fell loose, Adam stared at them as if seeing them for the first time. If she hadn’t been so utterly and completely turned on, she might have covered them out of shyness, but timidity didn’t fit with these men and her plans to have both of them.

Once he had her naked from the waist up, Jeff dropped to his knees in front of her. He popped the snap of her jeans and slowly pulled the zipper down. Skimming his hands over her hips, he slid both her pants and panties down her legs in one motion. She stepped out of them with his help. Now totally nude, she stood and allowed both of the men to see her. Jeff smiled, deepening the dimple in his cheek, but Adam might have been a statue, sitting completely still, his hands on his knees.

He’d never stared at her that way before, not in the entire time they’d lived together. He’d seen her naked every day, often after having undressed her himself. He’d touched her everywhere, whispering how much he wanted her. Sometimes, he’d simply taken her when neither of them could wait and needed each other immediately. He’d never sat, watching, without reaching for her.

Her stomach did a little flip, and her heart raced. His detachment created a thrill not unlike fear and most definitely not unlike sexual need.

Then Jeff eased her legs apart, and his intent became clear. Oral sex, when she was already so turned on she could hardly stand. The most intimate act possible, with another man watching. How incredibly erotic. When he put his mouth over her pussy, the world retreated, leaving her with nothing but a hunger for the ultimate contact: the feel of his tongue against her throbbing clit.

He didn’t make her wait long. In a few seconds, his tongue parted the lips of her sex and landed on the supersensitive organ. She whimpered, and her knees threatened to give out, but he held her upright, his arms around her hips. For a man who’d met her only minutes ago, he learned quickly the exact pressure to use to send her from aroused to ready to burst out of her skin. As she started the climb to orgasm, she gripped his head for balance. No matter what, she must not lose the delicious friction that had her blood whooshing in her ears.

Oh, God, so good. So fucking good. Her breathing grew harsh, and the sound of a woman’s voice came to her. Her own, of course, but not as she’d ever heard it. So full of raw need and so unconcerned with anything but her own pleasure. Shameless. Demanding. And he kept giving, his tongue fluttering over the tip of her clit and then pressing harder.

She could have this and more. Much, much more, for hours. As long as she could stand it. So, when the orgasm neared, she welcomed it, not fighting its power. It began at the point of contact with his tongue and built, like a huge wave climbing, climbing, and then cresting. As it washed over her, she used the last bit of air in her lungs to shout. The spasms started, deep and strong. On and on as if they’d never stop.

Eventually they did end, and she collapsed. Strong arms caught her and raised her against a solid chest. Not Adam. His scent was imprinted on her brain, and this man had his own perfume. Jeff laid her on the comforter on the huge bed and stretched out next to her.

He pushed a lock of hair from her forehead. “Good one?”

“Fabulous. Thank you.” He hadn’t satisfied her, though. More like taken the edge off. Inside, the fire still burned. It would rage out of control again as soon as one of them touched her in the right way. But they had hours together and plenty of time for lots of touches.

“I can make you come like that,” Adam said. He hadn’t moved from the chair, hadn’t even shifted his posture.

“I know you can,” she said.

Adam fell silent, leaving the obvious question unspoken.
Why do you need him, then?

“Is Susan one of your clients?” Jeff sat up on the bed. “Because if this is your turf . . .”

Adam let out a laugh that had nothing to do with humor. If they’d had more time, he could have explained the situation to Jeff.

“Turf? Hardly.”