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  “You fucked me over!” Derek growls, his fingers still curled tight around the handle of the door. This time he doesn’t even register Eliza’s presence; he’s simply looking at me, rage making the laugh-lines around his mouth turn into something mean and brutish. Yeah, he doesn’t look happy at all. Not that I’m surprised.

  “What the hell are you talking about?” I fold my arms over my chest, tapping my foot against the floor and sighing heavily, acting as if I’m talking to a child throwing a tantrum.

  “You know exactly what the fuck I’m talking about,” he continues in that angry tone of his, taking one step toward me, and gritting his teeth. “You dumped all that stock just so you could get back at me, don’t act like you didn’t do it!”

  “I’m a businessman, and I do business. Is that too much for you to understand?” I try and keep my calm, uttering each and every word softly, and that just seems to make him even angrier.

  “Don’t act all high and mighty, you fucking bastard! You did all that just because you couldn’t tolerate the fact that me and Eliza were together,” he hisses, and the cool smile I had on my face vanishes in a heartbeat. I tried hard to push all these thoughts from my mind, but now that Derek is throwing that at me…

  I’m not a fool, you know? After Eliza and Derek left the bar at Emporio Armani, I know exactly what happened between the two of them. Derek would have never resisted someone like Eliza, and I know that she’s as attracted to him as she is to me, as much as it pains me to say it.

  And do you know what’s the most fucked up thing about it? Every time I think of the two of them together, their lips locked and their bodies burning with lust, I… I get hard. I don’t know why that happens, but the truth is that whenever my imagination starts working, producing all that mental imagery, my cock gains a life of its own. And the thing is, I can’t stop myself from thinking about it.

  Ever since Eliza ditched me and left with Derek, I haven’t been able to have a dreamless sleep. No, I see the two of them whenever I close my eyes, Derek’s cock hardening as they kiss, and then Eliza’s anxious fingers undressing him… And then I picture him on top of her, her legs spread wide as he guides his cock toward her sweet pussy and drives it deep inside of her…

  Christ, I gotta stop thinking of that, or else I’ll become hard right now.

  “How the hell did you manage to get through security?” Eliza finally says, her words like a sword cutting through the argument between Derek and I. She’s standing up now, her hands down on the desk as she looks at Derek with a menacing look. Even though she’s attracted to the two of us, she isn’t the kind of woman that will tolerate any kind of bullshit.

  “I have people everywhere,” Derek answers flatly, but I notice that he wasn’t expecting Eliza to act that cold toward him. Right now, he’s figuring out what I discovered when she ditched me—Eliza is her own woman, and she’ll do whatever the hell she wants to. No man on Earth would be able to bend her to his will, and that includes Derek and I. And, if you ask me, that’s part of her charm.

  “You won’t have people in my office for long,” she tells him in that cold tone of hers, and I have no doubt that, in just a matter of a few hours, she’ll figure out exactly which of her employees are on Derek’s payroll.

  “I had to come here,” Derek continues, almost as if he’s apologizing for breaking into her office like he did. “Carter just couldn’t resist trying to fuck me over.”

  “And what do I have to do with that?” she asks him, slowly walking around her desk. She then leans back, folding her arms over her chest and pressing her ass against the edge of the desk. I feel my heart skip a beat as I take in her delicious figure, the red dress she’s wearing hugging the curves of her body so perfectly that I feel lightheaded. For a fraction of a second, I even forget that Derek is here with us.

  “Well, you don’t… I…” he stammers but then, perhaps remembering his anger from before, he turns his gaze toward me. “You simply couldn’t accept it, could you?” he whispers.

  “Accept what, Derek?”

  “You couldn’t accept that Eliza chose me over you. You couldn’t accept that she belongs to me now, and you had to go and have your petty revenge…” he continues, and I can’t help but raise one eyebrow at him and let out a chuckle.

  “Eliza chose you? Please, Derek. Why would she choose you over me? Eliza’s mine.” This time it's my turn to lower my voice into a whisper, and the tension in the room is almost palpable.

  “Shut the fuck up, the two of you!” Eliza says out of nowhere, stepping between the two of us. “I don’t belong to any of you,” she says, her words hitting me like a shotgun blast to the chest. But then a grin takes over her delicious lips and, as she looks from me to Derek, I know that she hasn’t finished speaking. Somehow, I know that her next words will change this game we’re playing.

  “The two of you … you belong to me.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  Eliza

  Grabbing both of their ties, my fingers running down their length, I look from Carter to Derek. Their eyes are wide with surprise, but underneath the initial shock, there’s also a hint of barely contained lust.

  Turning my back to them, I make my way toward the door and lock it, the sound of the lock turning sounding almost too definitive. Then I walk past them and press down the red button on my intercom.

  “Clara, hold all calls. This meeting is very important, and I don’t want to be disturbed… Not even if the sky’s falling,’” I say and, without waiting for Clara’s reply, I end the connection.

  Only then do I walk back to the two men who should, by all means, be off limits. Except they’re not because I don’t want them to be off limits. Grabbing them by their ties again, I curl my fingers around the expensive fabric and pull gently.

  “You can’t --” Derek starts to stay, but I just tug on his tie and pull him close to me.

  “I can … and I will,” I whisper, narrowing my eyes as I tilt my head slightly and brush my lips against his. My eyelids droop as I do it, Derek’s lips fitting on mine like a missing piece from a puzzle, and then I turn to Carter. Pulling him toward me, exactly like I did with Derek, I lean toward him and run the tip of my tongue along the crevice between his lips.

  Without saying a single word of protest, Carter just locks his eyes on mine and, moving slowly, he places his hands on my waist and takes one step toward me. Pressing against the side of my body, I feel something hardening between his legs, something thick and long, something that’s pulsing with a violent eagerness against my outer thigh.

  Following Carter’s lead, Derek presses his body against my side as well, his hands also going for my waist. Feeling that both men are at my mercy now, I simply close my eyes and let a triumphant smile waltz on my lips. Just like I told them, they belong to me … whether they accept it or not.

  Letting go of their ties, I let my fingers trail down to their belts. I bite on my lower lip and, turning my hands around, let my fingers rest over the bulging shapes tenting their pants. They’re as hard as I’ve ever felt them … and, to be fair, the wetness between my thighs matches their hardness. My thong is completely drenched, and I’m already aching to let it slide down my legs … but everything in due time.

  Still with my eyes closed, I curl my fingers around their cocks and squeeze them harshly, the sound of their groans like music to my ears.

  “Come,” I whisper, taking one step back and hooking my fingers on their belts. Walking until my back is against the wall, Derek and Carter standing in front of me, I look from one to the other and let a mischievous grin take over my face.

  I go for Derek first, loosening the knot on his tie, and then I do the same with Carter. Pulling their ties off, I let them slide off from my fingers and they fall down to the floor gently.

  “Your shirts, take them off,” I order them with a commanding tone, my voice growing heavy with anticipation. Without saying a word, both men start unbuttoning their shirts, their cut muscles reve
aling themselves to me. I run my tongue over my lips as I watch their wall of toned abs coming into sight, and then they push their shirts down, the fabric sliding down their shoulders and arms and falling at their feet.

  “Like what you see?” Derek asks me, forgetting all about his rivalry with Carter. Right now I'm more concerned with the desire making his cock throb at a steady rhythm.

  “I do … at least as much as you,” I whisper back at him, narrowing my eyes as I hook my thumbs on the strap of my dress. Slowly and teasingly, I pull one strap at a time, allowing the front of my dress to droop over my breasts. Both men’s eyes fall on the outer edge of my La Pearla bra, and I notice the shape tenting their pants growing even more. Just as I like it.

  Pushing my dress down to my waist, I then run my fingers up the side of my body and place the palm of my hands over my breasts. Slowly squeezing them, I look from Derek to Carter, feeling a whirlwind of deviousness rising inside of me.

  “Two breasts … two daddies,” I whisper, enjoying the way their bodies seem to tense up with each word that comes out of my mouth. “Seems about right,” I continue, pulling down both cups of my bra and revealing my hard rosy tips.

  Raising my hands, I reach for them and tangle my fingers in their hair; I pull them toward me and they come willingly, parting their lips as their mouths descend upon my nipples. I throw my head back and grin as they wrap their lips around my hard tips, eagerly sucking as their tongues run in soft seductive circles. I let out a subdued moan as I run my fingers through their hair, enjoying the moment and knowing that we’re just getting started.

  I might be what some would call an experienced woman, but I’ve never been with two men such as Derek and Carter at the same time … and, in a way, I never thought that something like this would be possible. Something like this holds a promise of so much pleasure that it just becomes unbelievable.

  My skin prickles as I feel Carter’s hands going to my back, his fingers looking for the clasp on my bra; finding it, he unhooks it with a quick flick from his fingers and then pulls the bra off my breasts. Taking his mouth from my nipple, he looks me in the eyes and then leans toward me, crushing his hungry mouth against mine; he reaches for my breast at the same time, resting his fingers over their rising curve and softly squeezing it.

  “Feels good to share, doesn’t it?” I tease as our mouths break apart, and his only response is an anxious smile.

  “If you want to be shared…” he finally breathes out, “that’s what I’m going to do. No—that’s what we are going to do.”

  “Thing is…” Derek cuts in, straightening up and offering me one of his delicious grins. “Can you handle both of us?”

  “What do you think?” I whisper while, at the same time, I move fast and take my hand to his cock. Curling my fingers around its thick shape, I give it a hard squeeze and smile as an expression of both pain and pleasure washes over Derek’s face.

  Letting go of his cock, I slide my fingers up to his belt and, with a flick of my wrist, I unbuckle it. I pull it out from its loop with a fast movement, and then just let it fall from my fingers. Turning toward Carter, I do the same, pulling his belt and popping out the top button on his pants. Keeping my movements fluid, I take both my hands to their crotches and pull the zippers down, a shiver going up my spine as their gigantic cocks push through their boxer briefs against my knuckles.

  “The real question, Derek,” I say, turning my eyes toward Derek, “is whether the two of you can handle me.” With that, I hook my fingers on the hem of their boxer briefs and tug them down harshly, sending both boxers and pants flying down to their knees. Their cocks spring free at the same time, slapping the back of my hands; biting down on my lower lip, I bring my hands back to my breasts and squeeze them, a moan blossoming on my lips. I look at them hungrily, watching as they kick off their shoes and step out of their clothes, their naked bodies like a monument to manhood. If only all men were like them…

  Ropes of muscles move under their skin, and their abs are so perfect that not even a 20-something-year-old gym rat would be able to compete. I gotta wonder, how do they find the time to chisel their bodies to such perfection? Of course, I have to mention their cocks as well … each one of them have 12-inches of pure delight, the blue veins drawn on their shafts calling to me.

  “Now, let’s see,” I start, swaying my hips from side to side as I push my dress down. The fabric caresses my legs on the way down and, once it pools around my ankles, I just fling it across the room with the tip of one foot. “On your knees,” I tell them, the wetness that has taken over my pussy dictating each and every word. Without questioning me, they both lower themselves in front of me, anticipation and desire making both men look even more handsome.

  “What are you waiting for? My pussy is waiting for you,” I continue in that teasing tone, pressing my back against the wall.

  “Let’s take care of that, then,” Carter exhales, his eyes roaming down my body until they finally land on my thong. Placing one hand on my knee, he then slides it up to my inner thigh, his fingertips brushing against the drenched fabric covering my pussy. Mimicking him, Derek does the same, running his hand up my leg and taking it all the way up to between my thighs.

  Now taking the lead, Derek leans in and starts kissing his way up to my pussy, his lips slowly making the hike from my knee to my inner thigh. Once he’s so close to my pussy that I can feel his warm breath on me, Carter surprises me and flicks my thong to the side, opening the way to Derek’s mouth. Not allowing the moment to go to waste, Derek reaches for my wetness with the tip of his tongue, and I close my eyes as I feel it touch my inner lips.

  I place both my hands on the top of his head, arching my back as his tongue dances over my pussy lips. “That’s the spirit,” I half-moan, half-chuckle, pleasure making my heart beat joyfully. The moment the words leave my mouth, Derek flicks the tip of his tongue against my clit and I let out a vicious moan; riding the moment, he then opens his mouth wide and presses it against my pussy, sucking my fluids with a kind of greedy hunger. Using his tongue to either jab at my clit or my insides, pushing it past my folds, he plays me with the mastery of a maestro.

  “Oh, that’s so… Good…” I moan, looking down to take in the sight. Derek has his mouth pressed against my pussy while Carter just watches him eating me out, his unblinking eyes focused on what’s happening just a few inches away from him.

  “There’s space for the two of you…” I whisper, looking Carter in the eye. I yank on Derek’s hair as I say it, forcing him to pull back from me, and Carter takes the chance to lean in and wrap his lips around my clit.

  Lowering his head, Derek moves his mouth further down my pussy, kissing and licking it as if he were a madman; then, pulling back, he takes a deep breath and looks up at me. Grinning wildly, he places two of his fingers against my pussy and slides them in, curling them upward as if they were a hook. Finding my G-spot on the first try, he presses hard on it—that forces a scream to crawl up my throat, and I feel my eyes rolling in their orbits, a sudden avalanche of pleasure coming for me.

  As if reading the way my body is reacting, Carter presses down hard on my clit, using his tongue as a hammer and pushing all of me toward that avalanche of pleasure. And when it hits, it hits in full force.

  Gritting my teeth, I hiss loudly as I run my fingers through their hair, my hands moving back and forth erratically. I arch my back and throw my head against the wall, hitting it but not even registering the pain; the only thing I can feel right now is pleasure. Pure, wild, and unbridled.

  “Teamwork,” Derek whispers, his voice seductive and dangerous. I open my eyes and look down at him, breathing harder than if I had ran two marathons back-to-back.

  “I like that kind of teamwork,” I shoot back at him in one breath, trembling as he slides his fingers out of me. Carter pulls back at the same time, his chin glistening from my fluids; he wipes it off his face with the back of his hand and then goes up to his feet.

  Brushing h
is index finger along the length of my pussy, he then brings up his wet finger and lays it on my lips, coating them with my own fluids. I run my tongue over my lips, tasting my own wetness, and then grab Derek by one hand and pull him up to his feet.

  “Now, what shall we do?” I start, placing my hands on their chests and sliding them down until their hard masts stop me. Turning my hands around, I grab their cocks and start stroking them at an easy pace, my fingers going up and down the length of their shafts. “Where shall I put these cocks…? Inside my mouth…? Inside my pussy…? Or somewhere else?”

  Derek and Carter look at me with wide, hungry eyes, and I can’t help but chuckle as I feel their cocks pulse against my fingers.

  “You can put my cock anywhere you want,” Derek offers me with that sly grin of his, raising one hand and resting it on the nape of my neck. Moving his fingers up, he tangles them in my hair and yanks hard, forcing me to throw my head back. My knees buckle as he does it and, the next thing I know, I’m kneeling down on the floor.

  “I guess this answers it, then,” I chuckle, looking up at their cocks and trying to decide which one I want inside my mouth first. Ah, decisions! Sometimes they’re hell.

  Letting go of their cocks, I spread my fingers wide and cup their balls, feeling their weight against the palm of my hand. Allowing instinct to make the decision for me, I lean in toward Carter and tilt my head sideways, parting my lips with the tip of my tongue. My eyelids droop as my tongue touches Carter’s shaft and, smiling as I do it, I run it up and down his whole length.

  Without opening my eyes, I then switch to Derek, allowing the taste and scent of both men to blend on my tongue into a powerful aphrodisiac. God, I’m on the verge of losing control, and it feels so fucking good.

  My tongue goes down Derek’s cock fast in a straight line, and I only stop when I feel the weight of his balls on it. Opening my mouth wide, I wrap my lips around one of Derek’s balls and suck it into my mouth; at the same time, I curl my fingers around Carter’s cock and start flicking my wrist, stroking his member at a growing pace.