“Pretty much.”
The conversation Severin had imagined taking place between them about how pathetic he was hadn’t happened? He’d imagined them laughing at his flight response all the way back to the house, where he’d drunk himself into a stupor. After that, he’d sat in the same chair in which he was now sitting, and imagined them having sex on Ro’s living room floor.
“You didn’t fuck her?”
Rodrigo grimaced at him. “No! For fuck’s sake, why would I do that to you? And why do you think she’d want me? It’s you she’s obsessed with. I can hardly argue with her taste in men.”
“You think you’d like to trade places with her, but I don’t think you’re enough of a switch to handle submitting to me.”
A heavy silence ensued. Rodrigo didn’t bother arguing, but Severin knew what he was thinking.
“You are attracted to her?” Severin asked, shuffling papers on his desk, trying to look like he didn’t care.
“I won’t take her from you.”
As if on cue, the click of Miss Korsgaard’s shoes neared.
She paused in the doorway.
“Kneel there, Miss Korsgaard.”
She knelt quickly, either out of fear or eagerness. If she wasn’t more careful she’d ruin her hose and he’d need to spend hours buying her another million replacements for them on the internet. This dominance business was hard work.
He gazed at the papers from his family and pushed them aside for now. “Mr. Solis will be spending time with us this evening,” he said, meaningfully.
Her brows knitted. “Oh?”
“Are you going to refuse?”
She pressed her lips together. “What are you going to do to me?”
“You have a safeword.” He got to his feet and went to her, then nudged her knees wider with the toe of his boot. She couldn’t spread them very wide because of the sleekness of her pencil skirt.
She gave a bemused shrug. “Okay.”
“Good girl. This will be fun.”
“Fun for me, Mister Leduc?”
“Hmm...” He looked over at Rodrigo. “Probably not.”
Chapter Nine
Severin held out his hand, and Minnow took it, even though it was probably a bad idea. After the past few days she was ready to do anything to please him – to get relief. She’d never felt so out of control before. The edging was making her...edgy. Reckless. The unrelenting ache in her lower belly flared and dulled in a series of waves that didn’t let her rest. She’d barely slept in days, between his hands and mouth on her, and the hooks he was inserting into her mind.
“First things first,” Severin said as he began to unbutton her blouse. The impatient tug of his fingers as he worked rekindled her need in the span of a heartbeat.
He slid his hand into her blouse, cupping her bare breast and running a thumb absently over her nipple. “No bra. Good girl.” He pinched her nipple lightly and a tight pull ran from her breast to her pussy. She gasped, wanting to rub against him like a cat, but remembering not to touch him.
She wanted his cock immediately – any way she could get it – but how much would he expect her to play with Rodrigo?
Without fanfare, he unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. In only her stockings and panties, she felt far too naked and vulnerable in front of the two men. They were so damned big. And dressed. And they were both staring at her with a hunger that made her shiver.
As easily as if she was a toy, Severin lifted her to the edge of his desk, the wood surface warm under her because of the nearby fireplace. Her ass still felt achy and uncomfortable from the plug she’d taken out.
Severin took off his own shirt, baring his disconcerting muscle, then went to Rodrigo.
“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” Severin asked him, voice low.