Tempting the Crown (The Crown 1)

“I think I should know something about the trip, don’t you?”

“Of course,” Cole answered more seriously. “We have three days to present our quarterly financials to the shareholders. We like to wine and dine them once a year out of town. And of course there is always a media frenzy when we launch something new. No one knows the something new is the foundation.”

Deacon butted in, “And the press is going to want to see who we bring.”

This might be it. This might be her chance to ask. It was a question filled with something so taboo she couldn’t believe she kept going back to it.

“We?” She tried to look coy as she scooped a bite of roasted potato on her fork.

Deacon nodded. “Yes, we.”

Cole lifted the wine bottle from the table. “Would you like a refill? Tonight is a celebration after all.”

She nodded. “Thank you.” She felt like celebrating. Her art was going global and she had won her freedom on her own.

“Are you trying to ask us something, Abby?” Cole pressed her.

She felt the pink spread from her cheeks to her chest. She was embarrassed, but the innuendos were out of control. She had to know what in the hell they meant every time they mentioned sharing and giving together. It couldn’t possibly mean what she thought it did. Could it?

“I-I…maybe,” she sputtered on the words.

Deacon chuckled. “Oh come on, say it. Just ask.”

Cole reached for her hand. He squeezed it reassuringly. “Go ahead, Abby. Ask us.”

“Fine.” She pulled her shoulders back. “Do you both sleep with the same girl or something? Is that your thing?”

“Our thing?” Cole’s eyebrows were high.

“Yes. Do you share notes? Compare it? I don’t know. Take turns? You keep suggesting something. You’ve hinted and hinted. What is it? What am I missing? What is the relationship with women you have? It’s clearly something you do together. I know that much.”

Deacon’s grin was devilish. He took her other free hand, sliding his fingers between hers. His grip locked tightly.

“We share everything, Abby.”

“You have said that already. I want new information.”

She tried to ignore the small flame that was starting to smolder between them. It was just as strong between her and Deacon as it was between her and Cole. She’d never experienced anything like it. How could she simultaneously be attracted to two men?

Cole tugged her toward him. “What do you want it to mean, Abby?”

“Want? I don’t want anything from either of you. I’ve been clear about that for two weeks.” She tried to pull her hands from theirs, but her attempt was weak. Instead she ended up with their free hands on her knees.

Deacon pressed one knee wide before Cole did the same from his side.

“I don’t know if that’s true,” Deacon growled. “You want something. Why couldn’t it be this?” His fingers traveled along the inside of her thigh.

She shook her head, trying to turn off the surge of adrenaline rushing through her. They were both touching her at the same time. It was happening at once. This wasn’t what she thought sharing meant. Suddenly, everything was coming into focus. The fingers felt cool and warm. Wrong and right. Naughty and delicious.

Cole ran his index finger under her dress. The high slit on the gown gave him easy access. “Yes, we share everything. It could be you. If you wanted it to be.”

Her eyes closed as their fingers inched higher. Her legs opened wider, inviting their fingers to touch her heat. Her silk panties were wet from only a few strokes along her thigh when Deacon dipped a finger under the lace. He pushed the fabric out of the way and strummed her clit, taking possession of it.

“Ohh,” she moaned.

Cole pulled her folds wide, guiding her into Deacon’s strokes. She started rocking her hips while her inner walls squeezed. Deacon’s fingers picked up rhythm. She was afraid if she opened her eyes it would all be over, or it would be a dream. The spell that had fallen over them would break if she looked them in the eyes.

She gripped their hands while her climax climbed higher.