The Billionaires: The Bosses (Lover's Triangle 2)

An extremely easy scenario in her mind.

The reality of it, however, was a bit more complex.

First there was the fact that she was on the outs with Rory. Yet again.

Then she had to dig a bit deeper to accept what the ménage would entail. She couldn’t delude herself into believing it would have nothing to do with anal sex.

Perhaps it was time to have a graphic conversation with Jewel.

Provided what Christian had said was accurate—was the situation with Rory fixable?

He had to be pissed at her. And she didn’t blame him for it. He’d been open and honest. He’d even said he’d teach her, that they’d take it slow. He hadn’t forced anything; he hadn’t ribbed her because she’d balked. Instead, when they’d ended up sprawled on the floor with him still inside her he’d taken a liking to that position and was fine with it.

She would have been, too. If she hadn’t been such a spaz.

She and Christian reached the stretch Jag and the chauffeur opened the back door. Christian indicated for her to slide in before him. She settled in the seat while he extracted a large envelope from his laptop bag and handed it over.

“The contract. Actually, there are multiple copies to sign. Obviously your agent can answer any questions, but if you want me to specifically clarify anything, just call me. Anytime, day or night. All of my numbers are in the packet.” His jaw tightened again. “Just call my cell. I’ll pick up immediately.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“I want to do that.” He leaned in close and kissed her. Softly, sweetly. As though he was testing the waters after all that had happened. So much of which had gone awry.

But then his tongue delved deep, sweeping over hers, and Bayli forgot all about the contracts and the astronomical salary that had been proposed and the fact that all of her professional dreams were about to come true.

All she could think about was how wonderful Christian tasted—like expensive scotch. He’d had a drink with lunch? Perhaps he’d needed a stiff cocktail when Rory had told him of their fallout.

She didn’t know. Didn’t care at the moment. Her arms slipped around Christian’s neck and she pressed her chest to his, loving the feeling of his rigid muscles against her, reveling in the way he embraced her so tightly. Again, with that feverish intensity, like he couldn’t get close enough to her. Couldn’t get enough of her.

Only now there was more of an edge to his kiss, to his touch.

He shifted and pulled her into his lap, so she straddled him. This time, Bayli did not freak. Granted, he wasn’t inside her, but still.

His hands gripped her ass and he ground his cock against the apex of her legs, the seam of her jeans rubbing her clit, making her restless.

Her fingers practically yanked the buttons of his shirt from their holes, and then she tore her mouth away and kissed his throat, his collarbone,

his pecs. His skin was hot. She was hotter.

Her palms flattened against the grooves of his abs and she thrilled over his sculpted perfection. His cut muscles were longer and leaner than Rory’s bulky, chiseled physique. The contrast was an exciting one and she thought of how amazing it would be if she were sandwiched between them, her front pressed to Christian’s, Rory at her back. Their hands and mouths all over her body. Christian kissing her so deeply, the way he expertly did. Rory biting his way along her neck, marking her as he’d done last night.

Christ, when she’d seen those hickeys in the mirror after Colin had teased her about them she’d felt a jolt in her core as though Rory had been with her at that very moment to darken the marks by sucking harder.

She moaned at the memory, at the sensation that sparked in her pussy over the thought of Rory branding her while Christian’s tongue tangled with hers. It would rock her world. No doubt about it.

Christian gently tugged at the pins in her hair so that the thick mass tumbled around her shoulders and across his chest. She vaguely felt the smooth easing away of the limo from the curb. She didn’t know if the driver was just arbitrarily taking a spin to give them privacy or if he had a specific destination previously provided by Christian. It didn’t matter. Bayli was caught up in the moment, and the only thing that could make it better was if they were both naked.

Well, that and if Rory were there with them.

Her crotch rubbed a bit more aggressively against Christian’s as she let her mind wander, let the fantasy take hold. Her lips skated over his rippling flesh, feeling the flexing and releasing beneath her touch. She flicked her tongue over his nipple and then suckled it. Christian’s fingers plowed through her hair, tightening around the long strands.

“I want to feel that tongue on my cock,” he told her in a low, hoarse tone. “But when I come, it’s going to be inside you.”

Bayli slipped between his parted thighs. Unfastened his pants. Slid the zipper down its track. Her hand cupped the bulge straining against his boxer briefs, the heel tenderly rubbing his sac.

He groaned. “I knew exactly what Rory was trying to tell me when he said he’d fucked things up with you.”

She glanced up at him. “He said he fucked things up?”