Twin Bosses' Intern for Christmas

I narrow my eyes. “I don’t think so. I called him Liam, and he would have corrected me, wouldn’t he?”

Would he, though? He asked me what I thought of Blair, clearly wanting to know which brother I thought was sexier? He couldn’t have been tricking me?

“I swear it wasn’t me, Chastity.”

I glare at the floor, rubbing my shoe against the concrete. “You guys play these games a lot, where you switch identities?”

He holds up his hands in the exact same way he tried to calm me down last time. “Of course not. We play games, but not those kind of kid’s games. It’s not like Blair at all, and it certainly isn’t like me.”

He lets out a deep breath and I nod. I believe him. I even believe Blair on his behalf, though I want to march into his office and demand some kind of explanation. Why did he do that?

Liam’s hand is suddenly resting on my arm in almost the same spot Blair had touched me earlier. “I can’t say I’m not intrigued.”

My mouth goes dry. “By what?”

“Was it a good kiss?”

Not about to mention it was my first kiss ever, I just nod.

“I see... but I think I could do better.”

My eyes widen. “Liam?”

“I bet I can make you forget all about kissing Blair.”

I shake my head. “I don’t think so.” Don’t girls always remember their first kiss?

“I’m pretty sure I can, and you know what? I’m jealous too. It wouldn’t be fair if you didn’t give me a chance to at least try.” He’s grinning down at me, and he’s so close that I can feel the heat coming off his body.

Despite the fact that kissing both brothers in the span of five minutes is probably scandal-worthy, I find myself nodding. “I guess that’s true. You have to compare products for market research, don’t you?”

He chuckles softly. “That’s a good intern. Compare and contrast.”

Before I can reply, his head lowers, and his hand lifts my chin. His hold is firmer, allowing no escape — not that I want to? When his mouth presses to mine, and he kisses me with fresh intensity, my body strains against him like it’s no longer under my control. Where Blair eased into the kiss, though before he’d finally pulled away we were glued together, Liam is fierce. It takes all of my willpower to try not to plaster myself against Liam just ten minutes later.

But he sucks all my willpower from me as he nibbles on my lower lip and I end up pressed against Liam, wrapping my arms around his neck. His hands envelop my ass cheeks, kneading them as he crushes his cock against my slit, rubbing against me. I almost come right there. His tongue invades my mouth. He kisses as aggressively as he does everything else, but I love every second. It’s strange, because kissing Blair had me just as wet, but it was so different.

When he finally allows me to step back, my head is spinning, but one thought is clear.

“Who’s the better kisser, Sugar?”

Looking up at him, I’m sure he can see how dazed I am. “You both are amazing. Different, for sure, but I couldn’t pick a favorite.”

“Not even if I kiss you again?”

I am tempted, breathing hard, but it would be dishonest. I don’t want to lie. “I don’t think it would help me pick. The truth is, I don’t think I can pick, because I like both so much. I like you both,” I whisper, closing my eyes to avoid seeing disgust in his face. “I’m not supposed to do that.”

He leans close, and his lips brush against my nose, my cheeks, though he doesn’t kiss me. “Sometimes, it’s more fun to do things you aren’t supposed to than it is to follow the rules.” He chucks my chin and walks out.

***

When I got home to my apartment later that evening, I poured myself a small glass of wine from a bottle I’d been saving for Christmas and gulped it down. It was a hell of a day. Liam acted like nothing happened after the supply closet thing, and I didn’t run into Blair again. I still feel kind of pissed that he pretended to be Liam. And confused. But I can’t pretend like kissing him hadn’t blown me away whether he lied or not.

My mind still consumed with, and annoyed by, thoughts of them, I head straight to my bedroom to strip off my business clothes. Telling myself I was just going to relax, get comfortable, I soon find myself fantasizing about the guys. As I peel off my bra, an image of Liam watching me while Blair undresses me swims into my mind. Then Liam taking me from behind as Blair kisses me. My panties even more soaking wet than they already were from the afternoon of sexual frustration.

This job might kill me.

Looking in the mirror above my dresser, I wonder what they’d think of my naked body. My skin is pink and rosy almost everywhere, my nipples darker, duskier. I cup my breast and tweak a nipple, imagining it’s Liam doing it, and in my other hand take the other, imagining it’s Blair. At first, I’m trying to sort out who I would rather have touching me, but before long it morphs to both of them doing it, and it’s blissful not to have to choose anyone or anything.