Unwrapped

He swallowed the grit in his throat and shut his eyes to avoid the look in hers. It was the coward’s way out, and he took it gratefully. “Let me give you a ride home tonight,” he said instead of everything else he wanted to.

Already she was pulling back. “I can walk.“

“Wendy. I’m giving you a ride home.”

His eyes opened as she dropped her hands in her lap. “Okay.”

For the next couple of weeks, Wendy learned the true meaning of mandatory overtime. She also got up and close and personal with the terms rate of return, high performance and I’ve been fucked so hard I can barely walk.

On one hand, she was happier—and more sexually satisfied—than she’d ever been. On the other, she was so conflicted and confused she didn’t know what to do.

Her life had turned into a frigging Dickens novel, assuming Dickens had ever let his freak flag fly. Lately she’d hoisted hers into the stratosphere. She still couldn’t decide if she was happy she’d lost so many of her inhibitions or if she was concerned that she was changing into a person she wouldn’t recognize afterward.

As great as everything was going, as happily boneless as she felt after every one of her “sessions” with Cole and Des behind closed doors, she couldn’t deny the thing that was bugging her. Well, there were several, but one was worse than the rest.

Des refused to have sex with her.

He did everything but. He’d explored her body so thoroughly she figured he could play connect the dots from memory with her freckles. He gleefully went down on her and eagerly came in her mouth. Teased her with all manner of interesting implements from candy to sex toys to a cylindrical ornament from the tree that now held a place of honor in his top drawer.

She even asked him to fuck Cole, just in case he had some sort of penetration aversion. He’d done so without complaint. He was just averse to her.

As the days passed, the boys got bolder about calling her into their offices while Van and sometimes even clients were in the reception area. They seemed to delight in making her chew through her lip to keep from crying out while Cole pounded into her from behind and Des licked them both from below. Or other wickedly inventive things.

And Van was starting to pay attention. She’d called Wendy out for being scatterbrained more than once and seemed entirely too curious about why she was spending so much time with the guys in private. The time she’d emerged from Cole’s office with a fresh run in her pantyhose and her high heel unstrapped hadn’t helped matters.

Part of Wendy wondered if Van was jealous. If she knew what was going on because she’d experienced it herself—or wanted to.

“Are you really that worried about her?” Des’s mouth skated up the side of Wendy’s neck to her ear. They were alone in Des’s office, and all she wanted was him inside her. Finally. “She won’t interfere with us. Van’s a long-term, loyal employee.”

The door opened. Van and Cole entered, both of them wearing wide grins. Wendy startled and tried to step away, but Des slid his fingers down the placket of her blouse, flicking open the buttons. “You trust us, don’t you?”

Right then she didn’t trust anything. But she didn’t move.

Once she was down to her bra, he popped open the clasp and the cups fell away. He palmed one of her breasts, rubbing his cock in circles against her ass while she fought to look anywhere but at Van. What must her friend think?

Cole shut the door and locked them in together. Both men were already breathing hard. And Van…

Wendy didn’t dare look up to see what her friend was doing.

“Isn’t her body beautiful?” Des thumbed Wendy’s nipples until they beaded. Her clit swelled at his rough cadence. At knowing she was being watched and caressed by the man she cared about so much. “I’ll let one of you have her sweet pussy. Who will it be, Ms. Stanton?”

“You,” Wendy gasped, jerking up in bed. “You, dammit.”

She rubbed her eyes and chanted a silent thank you that she was alone. Van was a good friend, but there were boundaries she had no interest in crossing. Sex with a woman—or any of its variations—was one of them.

Though she didn’t doubt one bit that the guys would love to see their secretaries together. At least they’d never mentioned it.

Maybe she should. Even if she couldn’t address the whole Des not fucking her thing, she could tell them about the underlying tension with Van. If they’d slept with Van too, she’d end their affair effective immediately. She wasn’t some office plaything, despite how it might seem.

It wasn’t as if she was any closer to actually going out with Des either. All she’d gotten were a few laughs and a lot of orgasms.

Admittedly, not an altogether bad deal.

She went to work that day full of purpose. It was the Friday before Christmas and she figured it was the right time to call a halt to their fuckstrative relationship. The holiday season was about fun and celebrating, but it would soon be January and she wanted to kick the year off on the right foot. Not on her knees or her belly.

Sure you do.

She kept busy throughout the morning, waiting until Van went out to lunch to march into the conference room where Des and Cole were poring over a map. At first she thought they were mapping some hot new property up for sale, but nope, they were looking at Maine. Maine?