Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Maybe we are going to be okay.
Leaning forward, I brush my mouth against her temple. “See you Monday, Av.”
“Bye, Dane,” she says softly as I push off the chaise.
“Later, dude,” Kynan says. As I move past them, I hear him murmur to Avril. “Wanna go for another round?”
I don’t hear her response, but the sound of her sweet laugh punches me in the gut. I want to stay for another round, but I can’t, and I sure as shit don’t like her getting another round with Kynan for some reason.
Christ… I knew this was going to complicate things.
CHAPTER 10
Avril
For all my talk to Andrew and Dane about not being weirded out by my shenanigans in a sex club, I find myself completely weirded out.
Saturday night at the club with Kynan and Dane was the most amazing sexual experience of my life. That night was so surreal, starting with that woman on the dildo machine in The Silo. Just watching that had me so worked up and wet that as soon as Kynan got me out on The Deck, he made me come with just a few strokes of his fingers down in my panties.
Then he put me on my knees.
With his cock in my mouth, fresh off a stirring orgasm and the power flowing through me, it was provident that Dane would come out there and watch.
I have to wonder would I have ever had the guts on my own to invite Dane to join us, and I think probably not.
But Kynan whispered just a few wicked words in my ear. “Look at Dane. Look at how much he wants you. Invite him to play with us.”
And I was beckoning him over.
It was amazing. The feelings both of those men produced in me were overwhelming, and I was completely lost to passion that night. But having Dane in my mouth… touching him so intimately and in a way I could have never imagined, that right there is what made it the most amazing experience ever.
But now I’m weirded out, and I’ve hardly been able to look at Dane this morning. We’ve been in meeting after meeting, and I’ve kept my eyes averted. I’ve typed on my laptop, pretending to make fastidious notes. When I’ve had to address people in the meeting, I did so without ever looking at Dane.
Kind of like I’m avoiding looking at him now as John McEntyre, our chief financial officer, goes over the quarterly reports with me and Dane. I follow along by keeping my head bent over the table in the small conference room we’d commandeered for the meeting. I know I’m being cowardly, which is the exact opposite of how I was acting Saturday night when I let two men have me at the same time.
The memory of that causes my face to flush, and I risk a peek up at Dane across the table from me. John’s voice drones on about fiscal anomalies, and my gaze moves up slowly.
My entire body jerks as I find Dane’s hazel eyes pinned on me, and they convey so many emotions all at once. Without him ever needing to open his mouth, he’s saying many things to me.
About damn time you looked at me.
I expected better of you. You said we were good.
I knew this would complicate things.
But it doesn’t have to.
And Christ but I want to bend you over this table and fuck you hard.
Yes, his expression tells me all those things. He’s angry, confused, and filled with lust even as we sit here listening to our CFO talk numbers.
As my gaze drops back down to the printed reports, I press my legs together under the table, the sudden rush of wetness reminding me that despite how weird I feel about things, my body still very much wants Dane.
John goes on for another twenty minutes. Dane asks a few questions but I refuse to look at him while he speaks.
When the meeting wraps up, I quickly gather my stuff to head out the door behind John, but Dane brings me up short with a few commanding words. “Avril… I need to see you in my office to go over a few things.”
“Can it wait?” I ask as I straighten the reports, which is a lame excuse of a thing to do to avoid eye contact.
“No, it can’t,” he says, and then he turns for the door. When he’s gone, I let my breath out in one massive rush, but it only amplifies the way my heart is pounding.
I could ignore Dane because it’s not like he can just fire me for insubordination. That’s not how our partnership works.
Or I could polish my brass lady balls and go down to confront the awkwardness I’m feeling.
With another sigh, this one regretful but resigned, I tuck my materials under my arm and head down to Dane’s office. The door is closed, and his secretary looks up at me with a smile.