Screwged

It’s been a year, and I’m still not tired of these lips. I’m not tired of Seamus’s either, and therein lies my big predicament. Except, it’s not a predicament at all. Maybe with two other best friends who run a company together, who happened to fall for the same girl, who fell for both of them, it might be problem.

But not with us.

No, I’m not really their employee. I’m not really the new hire in accounting. Well, I mean I am, but only on paper, to get me in the door. A year ago, when we first met, we’d agreed that actually implanting me in the office was only a last resort. But a year into my investigation, it was time to go into deep cover within Pierce & Horn itself.

You see, I’m not their employee. I’m their consultant.

Years ago, I worked counter-intelligence for the CIA, concentrating in financial leads — tracking down who was financing ISIS and things like that. After that, the state department, and after that, I went private. That’s how I met the two gorgeous, incredible, life-alteringly perfect men I’m currently sandwiched naked between. They hired me when they got a hunch something was amiss with their company. Secrets were walking out the door, and money was leaking out of the accounts in tiny, almost untraceable cracks.

I don’t even know how it happened now. Late nights with just the three of us, tensions running high, work clothes being loosened in the late hours. And then one night, we all just fell together. I knew it was wrong, but they were undeniable. And insatiable. And it was… perfection.

It was so perfect, in fact, that we never stopped. I kept wondering when the wedge I knew I had to be driving between two extremely alpha, extremely competitive best friends would make the whole thing explode, but it never did. A month into it, we knew what we had, and we knew it was perfect for us.

I had them both, they both had me. None of us had a shred of jealousy.

For months, we’ve kept it a secret. Not because any of us actually give a flying shit about “what people would say!” if they found out about the nature of our relationship. We kept it quiet because I needed to be an unknown.

I pulled strings and got jobs at their competitors first, and traced the leaks that way. I got hunches, and close leads, but I had to be sure. So two weeks ago, we decided now was the time for me to get in with Pierce & Horn itself and see if I could settle this once and for all.

“Okay princess,” Seamus murmurs, leaning in and kissing my neck in that way he knows drives me wild.

“And there he goes busting out the ‘princess’ with the famous neck kiss,” I purr, my eyes half-closing. “You must really want to know what I found.”

Oh, right, and to make absolutely sure I wasn’t found out, we’ve been apart for two weeks. No visits, no texts, no calls, nothing. After a year of the most mind-blowing sex imaginable with two hot, hard, huge men, two weeks without has been freaking torture.

“The suspense is actually killing me,” Brock growls, chuckling. “C’mon, it’s fucking Christmas Eve. Be nice.”

I grin, kissing him again before I shrug.

“Mandy, of course. Her and Tim.”

Seamus swears and Brock throws his head back and hoots. “I fuckin’ knew it!”

“Well, we needed proof.”

“And your little trap?”

I wink. “Set, and probably being sprung as we speak.”

Yeah, the leak and the missing money for the last year has been Mandy and Tim. At first, even when I had a hint it was them, I couldn’t actually believe it. I didn’t think either of them was actually smart enough to pull something like this off. Turns out, they’re not. They’ve just been extraordinarily lucky with timing.

That luck runs out tonight. Right now, actually. See, with everyone down there in the office seeing me dragged up here, and yelled at, and kept up here for God knows how long, I’m guessing the general thought on the office floor is that I’m the culprit, somehow. And with all of them distracted with that, and with Brock and Seamus distracted with me, I knew the temptation would be too real for Mandy to pass up.

You see, I left the server room, which is next to Mandy’s office, unlocked. It’s never unlocked, and I know for a couple of thieves like Mandy and Tim, it’s going to be way too juicy an opportunity for data theft to pass up on. Except, this time, when they stick their hands in the cookie jar, the cookie jar is going to bite back. I’ve set it so if anyone tries to plug-in and copy anything off the servers, the central computer will instantly copy their hard drive of whatever’s plugged in.