Desk Job (London Menage Book 2) (12 page)

“Ménage a trois.”

“Pardon?”

“That’s what it’s called. It’s what you’re suggesting, the French call it ménage a trois.”

“So it’s very appropriate that we’re in a French restaurant then.” He flashed me one of his devastating smiles.

“I guess so.”

Our meal arrived and Andre released my hand.

“Thank you,” I said to the waitress as she poured coffee.

“This looks nice,” Andre said.

“Yes.” I picked up my knife and fork and tucked in. Andre’s words were spinning around my brain. So were Tristan’s from the evening before. And also Sian’s telling me to go for it.

“What are you thinking?” Andre asked after a few minutes.

“I’m wondering what would happen to my job if it didn’t work out.”

“Your job is a different matter to our relationship. It wouldn’t be affected.”

“But of course it would.”

“I promise you it wouldn’t, however, don’t you see that by being our PA and our lover it means we can maximize time together, all three of us. It’s perfect.”

“Perfect.”

“Yes, just like you.”

I laughed. “I’m far from perfect and I’ve already told Tristan that.”

“You’re perfect for us.”

“I don’t know…”

“We’re not asking you to marry us and have our babies…” He paused. “Just to give it a go. Give
us
a go. Let’s see if we can make it work between us and in the process, I promise you, it will be a lot of fun.”

“Sexy fun?” I raised my eyebrows.

“Sexy fun.” He grinned. “And who knows where it might lead.”

I popped in the last of my meal and set my knife and fork down.

I noticed the door opening. The restaurant was quiet and nearly empty so a new patron was noticeable.

Tristan.

Like me he must have taken a moment to get used to the dim light because he stood in the doorway and glanced around.

“Why is he here?” I asked Andre, my heart rate knocking up a level.

“He wants to see you. He was worried how you two left it.” Andre held up his hand.

Tristan spotted us and walked over. Like Andre, he was casual today in jeans and a top, though his outfit was entirely black.

“Hi,” he said, his attention on me.

“Tristan.”

He sat on the bench on the opposite side to Andre, effectively trapping me between them. “Are you okay?” He appeared concerned as he studied my face.

“Yes.”

“I didn’t like letting you walk away from me yesterday. You were upset.”

“Not upset, just confused.”

“Same thing.” He took my hand.

I glanced at Andre.

Andre looked at my hand in Tristan’s then smiled at me. “It’s fine.”

It’s fine.

Yes. It was fine. Wasn’t it? I drew in a deep breath.

“Please don’t be confused,” Tristan said. “Let’s just give it a go and see if it works.”

“And how do we do that?”

“Like this.” He reached for my face, stared at my mouth for a moment, then pressed his lips over mine. Repeating the passion and desire of the kiss we’d shared the night before.

It came flooding back to me why I wanted Tristan so much. He was gorgeous, dark, his kiss screamed sin of the good kind.

I whimpered and clutched his forearms. His tongue had tangled with mine and he was holding me close.

“Ah fuck,” he said, pulling back and gazing into my eyes. “Does it feel as right for you as it does for me?”

“I … I think so.”

He smiled, a deliciously dirty smile that made me want to get naked. How the hell did he do that to me?

He released my face and put one hand on my thigh. His flesh appeared dark against my light trousers.

Andre slid his hand over my opposite thigh, his fingers longer and paler but equally big and strong.

“We’re both willing to give this a go if you are, Stella,” Andre said close to my ear.

I turned to him and found my lips a whisper from his. “Kiss me.”

He did, a lovely profound kiss that reminded me of being in his bed, in his arms, of him being inside me.

Tristan slid his hand down my leg to my knee then back up again.

I felt cocooned in their desire for me. Caught up in the crazy fling they were suggesting.

Go for it
. Sian’s words were like a mantra in my head.

Yes. I would. Go for it that was. What did I have to lose? Two hot guys who wanted to make me happy and keep me satisfied. It was like all my Christmases and birthdays come at once.

I pulled back from Andre.

He had a slight sheen on his lips and his eyes sparkled.

“Yes,” I said.

“Yes, what?” he asked a little hesitantly.

“Yes, let’s give it a go.” I turned to Tristan. “I want you both, I can’t deny it. You’re both sexy and charming and if you can cope with sharing me then I reckon I can get my head around this.”

“You won’t regret it,” Andre said, moving closer so that his shoulder nudged mine.

“We promise,” Tristan said.

“You’re going to be the most pampered, indulged, adored woman in London,” Andre added.

“And satisfied.” Tristan slid his hand higher, so his fingertips sat over the zipper of my pants.

“I’m looking forward to all these promises being fulfilled,” I said.

“And they will be.” Tristan nuzzled my ear.

I tipped my head closer to his and at the same time threaded my fingers with Andre’s. Damn this was hot.

I focused on the far side of the room. The waitress was setting an empty table, and her gaze was fixed on us.

God, what is she thinking?

Here I was with two hot men. I’d kissed them both, was being touched by them both. Any number of things could be running through her mind about me.

“We should take this somewhere else,” I said, pushing gently at Tristan.

“Mmm, where do you have in mind?”

“I live around the corner.”

“Are you inviting us?” Andre asked.

“You know damn well I am.” I paused. “If you both want to, that is.”

Chapter Eleven

“Yes. We do.” Tristan pulled back then stood. He looked down at me, a dark flash of determination crossing his eyes. “I want to finish something I started yesterday.” He held out his hand. “If that’s okay with you, Stella.”

A quiver attacked my belly. He wanted to fuck. Now. Soon. Back at my place.

I couldn’t deny I wanted him, so I took his hand and allowed him to pull me up.

Andre dropped a few notes on the table and also stood. “We won’t always both be around at the same time.”

“But you are today,” I said.

“Yes.”

Tristan tugged me toward the door. I followed, aware of Andre right behind me.

Stepping out onto the street, I squinted in the bright sunshine. A road sweeper passed by with its rotating brushes creating a loud
whoosh
just feet from ours.

“Which way?” Tristan asked over the din.

“Up there.” I nodded to my right. “Then left at the end.”

We walked quickly, Tristan holding my hand. I wanted to reach for Andre’s too, but didn’t. What would people think?

Andre set his hand against the small of my back, the heat of his palm penetrating my silky blouse.

It felt nice, as if I were connected to him as well.

As we approached my building I wondered what the system would be. Would Tristan and I have alone time in my bedroom then Andre switch places with him? Or would we all pile into bed together? What if they both wanted me at the same time? How the hell would that work?

We took the elevator, there was an elderly couple going up to the same floor as I lived, so we rode in silence.

I unlocked the front door to my flat. What would they make of it? It was nothing like Andre’s posh place and probably a fraction of the size of Tristan’s. But the thought had barely formed in my mind and I was suddenly in Tristan’s arms and he was pulling me close.

“Come here,” he said, his voice husky with lust.

I gasped and slid my hands around the back of his neck.

The door shut and I found my backside up against the hallway table where I kept keys and mail. Several letters and a spare set of keys fell to the floor.

“Tristan?”

He was roaming his hands over my hips. His kisses landed on my cheek, my ear and my neck.

“Do you have any objections if I fuck you right here, like this, right now?” His breath was hot in my ear.

“Er…” Did I? “No.”

“Thank fuck for that.” He found my mouth and kissed me wildly.

I gripped his top and yanked it from his jeans. I then pulled it over his head, exposing his hair-coated chest and lean abdomen and making him break the kiss.

As I took a moment to admire his torso, he worked at my trousers, undoing the buttons.

He stepped back to yank my trousers and knickers off.

Andre was behind him, his lips parted and his eyes wide as he stared at me sitting butt naked on the table with Tristan maneuvering my Capri pants over my feet. He had a bulge behind his zipper, and I guessed he was enjoying the view.

Fuck, is he going to watch?

Tristan was back over me, his face inches from mine and his dark eyes focused. “You’re so beautiful. I’ve never seen anyone as beautiful as you are.”

I cupped his jaw and parted my legs as he stepped between them. He was beautiful too.

“Are you wet for me?” he asked, sliding his hand up my inner thigh.

“Yes.”

“Have you been wet for me this week? Did you think of us together?”

I hesitated, then, “Yes.”

The left side of his mouth twitched into a half smile as he eased his fingers through the folds of my pussy. “Oh yeah, you’re wet. We’re so ready for this.”

I fluttered my eyes shut and let my head fall back.

He caught my crown in his palm and pressed his cheek to mine. “I’m going to make you come so hard. So fucking hard.”

“Yes.”

“And Andre is going to watch, then he’s going to make you come really fucking hard too.”

“Ahh…” I gasped as he pushed two, maybe three fingers into me. “Yes.”

“Can you handle us?”

“Yes.” I squirmed onto his fingers. “Yes, fuck me.”

He pulled out.

I moaned at the loss and opened my eyes. “Tristan.”

He undid his trousers and shoved them and his boxers to his thighs. His cock sprang forward. The shaft was dark and thick, the end shiny and red. The hair on his belly became denser as it met his pubic hair.

“Condom,” he muttered.

“Here.” Andre passed him one then stayed standing close to us.

Quickly, Tristan tore at the wrapper then unrolled the latex down his cock. His hands were shaking slightly, his movements fast and efficient. “Jesus Christ,” he muttered. “I can’t remember ever being so desperate to bury deep.”

Andre pushed a lock of hair behind my ear. His gaze caught mine.

I was breathing fast, the need to feel Tristan inside me had created a tremor over my skin. I gave Andre a quick nod, to let him know I was okay with what was happening.

He stepped away.

“Like this,” Tristan said, scooping one hand beneath my ass and placing the other on my lower back. “Wrap your legs around me.”

I was already doing that but hooked my ankles together and angled my entrance toward his cock.

The smooth dome of his glans pushed forward, and he eased in.

I held my breath and stared into his eyes as he penetrated me.

On and on he went, taking more, filling me.

The stretch was exquisite, and he was so damn hard.

“Ah, yeah, you’re so tight,” he said breathlessly. “You’re hugging my cock.”

“More.” I tightened my thighs around his waist.

He gave it. A sudden fast shunt to full depth as he pulled me onto him.

The table banged against the wall. His body bumped into my clit.

I gripped his shoulders and gasped.

“You want it fast?” he asked against my lips.

“Yes. Yes.”

“Thank God for that.”

He pulled almost out then steamed in again. The table knocked the wall once more but I didn’t care. Tristan inside me, over me, rubbing up against me, was all I could think of.

He repeated the action again and again. Fucking me with wild passion and energy.

My pussy heated, my clit strained for more. His cock was working me inside and creating a pressure I knew would soon overspill.

The table was deafening as it hit the wall each time he plunged to full depth.

I dug my fingernails into his shoulders.

He scraped his stubble over my cheek and rested his mouth by my ear.

His rapid breaths were loud. I shut my eyes and became lost in him, lost in the sensation he’d built in me.

“Fuck, I’m coming…” he moaned.

“Yes … come…”

He upped the already frantic tempo and toppled me into ecstasy.

I cried out as bliss swept over my body, bursting from my clit and spreading over all my nerves.

He groaned, long and abandoned and seated himself deep, holding me tight against him.

I was aware of his cock pulsing as my internal muscles contracted around his shaft.

“Fuck … so damn … good,” he said into my ear. “Fuck.”

I opened my eyes, my orgasm still thumping through me.

Andre was watching us, though now he’d removed his top, revealing his gorgeous chest. His jeans were also undone and his right hand was down the front of them.

“Oh my God,” Tristan said, raising his head and capturing my cheeks. “That was…”

I was breathless as I stared up at him.

“Fucking hot,” Andre said, appearing at my side.

“Yeah … I’ll second that.” Tristan kissed my forehead with a long, lingering press of his lips.

Unhooking my legs from around him, I let them hang from the table.

Tristan stepped back and as he did so, slid his cock from me. I pressed my legs together.

“I hope we didn’t disturb the neighbors too much,” I said, thinking of the noise against the wall.

“Baby, the neighbors will know both of our names by the time we’ve finished with you,” Andre said.

I giggled then drew in a deep breath. “Phew, that was energetic.”

“I’m sorry, was it too much?” Tristan asked. “I don’t know what came over me, I guess I’ve just been having seriously sexy thoughts about you. I—”

“Shh.” I pressed my fingers over his lips. “There’s nothing wrong with passion. Please don’t apologize. And besides, I told you I could handle it.”

He rubbed his palm up my thigh. “You’re amazing, you know that.”

“I’m not really, but I don’t mind you saying it.” I smiled.

“You
are
amazing, and you’ve got too much on.” Andre reached for the top button of my blouse. He carefully undid it, then the next and the next until it hung open and exposed my white lace bra.

“Pretty,” Andre said then swept his tongue over his bottom lip.

“Shame it has to come off.” Tristan reached for the front clasp, twisted and released it.

As he took the bra away, my breasts hung heavy, my nipples brushing the silky material of my blouse.

“And this,” Andre said, gently pushing the blouse out of the way. “Off, we need you naked.”

As it slipped down my back and pooled around my ass on the table, the cool air washed over me. I was sitting naked in front of my two hot bosses, my pussy was still quivering after an intense orgasm and I wanted more. I wanted whatever it was they wanted to give me.

Fuck, this is making up for the drought in my sex life.

“You have the best tits ever,” Tristan said, staring at my chest. “Give me strength.”

Andre smiled and circled my right nipple with his finger.

I sighed and fluttered my eyes shut as it tightened beneath his touch.

“So sensitive,” Andre said quietly.

“And responsive,” Tristan added.

My left nipple heated.

I opened my eyes.

Tristan was sucking on my nipple, his tongue rolling against it.

“Mmm…” I said, resting my hand on his hair. He could do that all damn day.

Andre hooked his finger beneath my chin and kissed me.

I clung to his shoulder and allowed his sweet sexy flavor to fill my mouth.

“I want you,” he murmured, pulling back.

“So have me.”

“Oh I will, don’t you worry.” He gave me a sinful smile then stooped. He took my right nipple into his mouth and sucked gently.

“Oh God,” I gasped, staring at the top of his head.

A bolt of lust went straight to my clit. Never in my wildest dreams had I thought of this scenario. Having my breasts caressed and my nipples teased by two gorgeous men at the same time.

My clit trembled and my pussy tensed around nothing. I’d just orgasmed but the thought of another was very appealing. These guys had better deliver what they’d promised.

For several minutes they lavished attention on my breasts. The sensations were exquisite. Andre was a little gentler than Tristan but Tristan did this sexy thing with his teeth that had me moaning and gripping his hair.

“I need to get rid of this,” Tristan said, stepping away and tugging at the condom.

His cock was still hard. Or maybe it had softened then hardened again, I couldn’t be sure.

“And I need to get one of them on.” Andre pushed at his boxers and kicked them aside.

His erection pointed straight at me.

“Come here,” he said, wrapping an arm around my waist, “let’s get you somewhere more comfortable.”

I allowed him to help me from the table. He then led me into the living room.

I glanced around, relieved I’d left it tidy.

Meow
. Lullabelle jumped down from her favorite spot on the windowsill.

“Lullabelle, we have visitors,” I said. “Say hello.”

She stopped and stared at Andre.

“Hey, she’s lovely,” Tristan said.

Lullabelle turned her attention to him and gave him a haughty glare. She then turned, tail up, and stalked toward my bedroom. It was clear she had no intention of being polite.

“Sorry,” I said. “She’s not used to strangers.”

“We’re not strangers.” Andre kissed the side of my head. “We’re your men.”

“And she’ll get used to us.” Tristan smiled and glanced around. “Nice place.”

“I like it.”

“It’s pretty, like you,” Andre said, encouraging me to sit on the sofa.

The cool material felt strange against my bare ass. I didn’t usually sit on it naked.

“It’s a good job no one can see into your window from up here,” Tristan said, nodding at the skyline.