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

Her gaze locked with his again. “You’re mistaking my hesitation for lack of trust. That’s not it at all. I’m just not used to all of this, you know? The five-star dining experience, the exotic food, the heat that’s radiating from the two of you…”

She shifted her attention to Christian. “I’m really not hungry for food anymore.”

“Fine by me.” He snatched the napkin from his lap and set it on the table. “Rory?”

“Pierre will package up the untouched food for the homeless. I think that’s his favorite closing chore.”

Rory stood and offered his hand to Bayli.

“I need to step into the restroom to wash my hands,” she said.

“Same with us. We’ll meet you in the foyer.”

She collected her wrap and clutch, ascended the three steps that led up to the main floor, and then wound her way through tables and the bar before disappearing from sight.

Rory said to Christian, “This isn’t going to be anything like our past affairs. She’s—”

“Everything we’ve ever wanted in a woman?” Christian joined Rory and buttoned his suit jacket. “And you’re wondering if she really knows what she’s getting herself into.”

“You aren’t?”

Christian’s jaw clenched. Then he said, “We’re both good at sensing what’s not enough, what’s too much. That’s why we work so well together. That’s why we’ll both make sure she gets exactly what she needs.”

Rory grinned. “Many, many orgasms.”

* * *

Bayli stared at her reflection in the mirror and saw one hell of an excited woman staring back at her. Well, she looked nervous, too. Not overly nervous, just that sort of oh, shit, do I really know what I’m doing? sort of nervous.

But yes. She really did know what she was doing. Mostly.

Okay, there was still a hint of the unknown lingering in the far recesses of her mind. Yet nothing powerful enough to overshadow the excitement. Christian Davila and Rory St. James were going to take her to one of their apartments and do incredibly wicked things to her.

Anticipation

shot through her, igniting against her clit and deep in her core.

“Fuck,” she whispered, though she was the only one presently in the ladies’ room.

Her knees weakened and her inner thighs burned. And the trio wasn’t even out of the restaurant yet!

She tidied up, used an individually packaged toothbrush and paste, then swilled some mouthwash. Tried to collect herself as best as possible, but Bayli was teeming with eagerness and a blazing euphoria wrapped around two absurdly sexy men she had no doubt would go to any length to pleasure her.

And oh, dear God, how she wanted them both!

With the excitement rushing through her, she met her men in the entryway and preceded them out into the crisp late-summer air. Not brisk enough to be considered fall, but wonderfully refreshing on her hot, tingling skin. For Christ’s sake, she could break out in a sweat in an igloo when Christian and Rory flanked her and she inhaled each of their distinct yet complementary scents.

Was that somehow planned? Did they shop for cologne together to make sure they both created the perfect aroma to seduce a woman’s olfactory neurons?

She stifled a giggle. Now she was getting giddy with expectations, innately knowing each one would be exceeded this evening.

Christian’s stretch Jag arrived curbside and he slipped in first, then Bayli, followed by Rory.

Could they tell how thrilled she was? How anxious in a really good way? In fact, she wondered how she’d survive the ride to Christian’s building. The ride in the elevator up to his apartment. The ride of her life they were about to take her on …

Bayli swallowed down the lump of enthusiasm in her throat and forced herself to sit still when, in actuality, her body was already beginning to vibrate. She was practically desperate for them. Wanted to lose herself in their touch, their kisses, their sinful words.

“You okay?” Rory asked in a low tone.