Seducing the Senators (The Forbidden Fun)

“Shit baby, if you look like that eating, then I can’t wait to get you in bed later tonight,” Joseph rasps in a hoarse voice.

Gray’s no better. The older man can’t help himself and he leans forward to brush a light kiss against my lips.

“I had to taste them,” he says by way of explanation, his features already strained from desire. “I need you too much, baby.”

“Oh behave!” I say in a coy tone. “Surely, you two can contain yourself for an hour-long meal.”

Both men shake their heads.

“I don’t know about that,” rumbles Gray.

“How about a half hour?” asks Joseph, only partially in jest. “I don’t think I could manage more than thirty minutes before ripping that dress off, baby girl.”

But Joseph and Gray manage to keep themselves in check and we enjoy the mains when they come out. The food is incredible, and our chitchat lighthearted, but finally the conversation turns to the topic of work, and I put my fork down with a funny smile.

“Okay, tell me the truth,” I demand. “Do I actually have an internship?”

Joseph and Gray look at each other and then laugh humorously. “Yes, of course you do, sweetheart,” Gray says.

“After all, we interviewed you and everything,” Joseph adds with a smirk on his handsome face. “Why in the world would you think otherwise?” he asks in a droll tone.

I laugh too, my cheeks going pink. “You know why! It’s because I had the craziest interview session ever. Seriously, though. What kind of skills will I be learning if this is really an internship?”

Joseph’s eyes darken a bit, and his voice is low. “I think you’ll learn a lot, sweetheart. Especially when it comes to pleasing powerful men.”

My insides moisten and my body goes soft, but I make myself stay on the up and up.

“No seriously,” I say in a stern tone. “What transferable skills?” I ask. “You know, stuff I could take to another job?”

My two lovers share a look, leaning back in their chairs and then nod.

“There are a lot of things you’ll be able to add to your resume,” Gray drawls. “I wouldn’t worry about that. Besides, employers are looking for catchphrases on your C.V. such as ‘attention to detail,’ ‘self-starter,’ and ‘collaborative learning.’ These key words are so vague that they could mean anything.”

Giggling, I nod. “And what exactly is this collaborative learning I’ll be a part of, pray tell?”

Joseph leans in close, blue eyes glinting, and growls, “Well, the three of us will be getting to know each other very intimately, sweetheart. Learning all about each other’s pleasure in a collaborative manner. Learning what your triggers are so that that beautiful body comes hard whenever we touch you. Learning exactly where to stroke, touch, and then penetrate so you have the time of your life, sweetheart.”

I roll my eyes.

“Oh my God, you guys are all about sex, aren’t you?”

Both men lean back, looking like pleased alpha males.

“That we are, baby girl,” Gray drawls. “It’s what makes us happiest in life: making you happy.”

But I push further while savoring my chicken. “But this is an internship, right? Will I be doing other work in addition to …?”

“Sleeping with us?” Gray finishes for me with raised eyebrows and a smile.

“Well, yes,” I mutter, staring at my plate as my cheeks heat. “Just wondering.”

Joseph sits his fork down, and then takes my small hand in his big one. “We can find a project for you. That’s no trouble honey because there’s always something to be done at the office. But we don’t want you to worry about that. We want you to be healthy, happy, and ready for our advances.”

I close my eyes and shake my head.

“Really?” I ask in an amused tone. “That’s my number one priority?”

Gray takes my other hand in his own.

“Yes, for now. And you don’t need to worry, Emma. No matter where this goes on a personal level,” Joseph rumbles, “you’ll get glowing recommendations from us. Imagine that: two Senators willing to pull strings to get you anything you like.”

I take a deep breath, frowning a bit.

“Okay, although that’s not exactly what I was hoping for. I mean, I want to earn things on my own merit, but I suppose we can talk about that later. Meanwhile, I have to ask this as well: is this actually a relationship? I mean, are we dating, or am I just a sexy toy for you to share in bed?”

Gray nods.

“Sexy toy, absolutely,” he quips.

But Joseph shoots him a look and frowns.

“Of course you’re more than a sex toy, honey,” he soothes. “Your feelings matter, as do your emotions, your wit, your intelligence, and your goals. You are the most important thing to us, and we want to make sure that you’re happy with how this develops.”

I nod, and we eat quietly for a moment. But the my head comes up and I throw them a searching glance.