"You know that I'll buy you anything you want," Mr. Hayes replied through erratic breaths.
She pressed his palm against her pussy and rocked her hips.
"You know, it’s not always something that you can just go out and buy," she murmured.
"Then what is it? Please," he begged and forced the heel of his palm against the very top of her slit. "You know that I'll give you anything."
Hearing him like that, the way that he so desperately needed her, made the adrenaline in Tracy’s body begin to flow. Her hands and feet started to tingle and her heart rate jumped. She leaned back and reached her free hand into the top of her dress, massaging her own breast and moaning softly. Mr. Hayes was growing more tense with every second that passed. She could feel it in the way that his fingers strained to feel her without moving the fabric to the side.
Tracy thought back to the way that Gordon had looked at her at the beginning of the night, the way that his eyes wandered over her without regard for Mr. Hayes, who had been standing right behind her the whole time. She closed her eyes and replayed it in her mind while her lover’s rocking palm continued to work her beneath the fine wood table top.
It was becoming harder and harder for her to stay quiet.
"Please," he begged again in a whisper. “Tell me what would please you.”
Tracy turned her head to the side and opened her eyes, locking them with the pleading stare of her captive billionaire. He was, as so many times before, like putty in her hands.
"I want both of you to fuck me," she groaned. The idea of being with two men had always been a fantasy, but with the way Gordon looked at her, tonight seemed like an actual opportunity.
Mr. Hayes’ hand didn’t miss a beat.
"Anything," he answered. She figured that he had been prepared for this for some time, ever since she had given him the night of his life with Jenna Tice.
Tracy reached over to the throbbing erection in his slacks and stroked it only twice. Her touch made him whimper like a puppy.
"Good," she said and pushed his hand off of her. "I think we'll both enjoy it."
Not a moment later, Gordon came back around the corner with a tart pan in his hand.
"Ready for dessert?" he asked, oblivious to what had just happened seconds before.
Tracy glanced over to Mr
. Hayes. He nodded. "I’m ready."
If Gordon knew anything about what was going on, he showed no signs of it. Instead, he went right back to work slicing the fruit-studded pastry with a long, sharp knife.
"Finally, I made a Tahitian vanilla custard tart with seasonal fruits and almond whipped cream. I've been told it's better than sex.” He paused, watching her reaction.
Tracy licked her lips and watched as Gordon's pupils dilated once again. He glanced at her chest and the quickly looked away as he remembered that Mr. Hayes was there as well.
“As you can see, much of this can be prepared ahead of time, meaning that we can have it up, out, and fresh in almost no time at all." He served up three plates of food as if nothing had just happened.
After one more cursory check of the kitchen to make sure that everything was turned off (including the glaring lights), Gordon finally took his seat next to Tracy. It was substantially darker in the room, but there was just enough light to illuminate the table, the kitchen’s tangle of equipment throwing strange-looking shadows onto the opposite wall.
As soon as he sat down, Gordon could tell that the mood in the room had shifted while he was gone. He looked over at Tracy and Mr. Hayes, who looked a little distant.
"Is everything okay?" Gordon asked, his handsome face concerned.
Tracy, finished a bite of the sweet treat and licked a little bit of custard off of the end of her spoon. She knew that both of the men were watching her carefully, and it made the sweet spot between her thighs start to moisten and tingle.
"Actually, everything has been great, Mr. Baxter," she assured him.
Hearing her address him in the same manner as Mr. Hayes made Gordon pause.
Tracy leaned just slightly closer to him and whispered, "Except for one thing."
"What’s that?" he asked.