Stolen By The Boss

Eddie laughs. “Nothing as fine as her, though.”

I tense a little when Eddie mentions Bishop.

“Relax,” he says to me. “I can make you feel so good.”

I keep waiting for the buzzer to sound, but is it possible Humphrey gave up on the game? Everyone’s paired off where they’re supposed to be and it’s over? I glance around the room and see no one. “I think we’re the only ones here,” I whisper.

Dean comes close to my ear. “Let me know when you want this to end.”

“Keep going. More,” I moan, acting like I’m asking for more of the touching when what I really want more of is for Dean to keep asking Eddie questions.

“Bishop ever share a woman with you before?” Dean asks Eddie.

Eddie shakes his head. “Bishop doesn’t usually partake in his own inventory.”

“Inventory?”

“Yeah, his whores.”

I tense a little again, and Dean’s hand clamps down on my leg, knowing that I want to bail on this topic.

“His whores are nice, though?” Dean asks, and I wonder for a moment where he’s going with this line of questioning.

“Very,” Eddie says, kissing again down my neck.

Dean watches Eddie, and it turns me on. The fact Dean watches everything Eddie does, making sure I’m ok with it all, makes me hot. It almost makes me want Eddie to touch me more, harder, to make Dean a bit jealous. To get that rise out of Dean.

“Eddie,” I say, placing his hand on my breast. “Why don’t you touch me here.”

Dean growls, and it makes me hotter. “And I can touch you here.” He dips his hands under my dress, and I about lose it all.

Eddie massages my breasts, kissing my neck and bringing my dress down a bit as Dean plays his fingers against my clit, pushing my panties to the side so he can enter me.

I moan out long and hard. “Dean,” I whisper. “Don’t stop.”

“Do you like having two men hard for you?”

“Yes, Dean, yes.”

“Do you like knowing him and I are so fucking hard because of you? Because of your sweet body?”

It does turn me on, and I nod over and over. “Yes, don’t stop.”

Eddie rubs his hardness through his pants and groans.

The thought of Eddie hard makes me almost want to stop, but Dean keeps touching me, bringing my body back to life.

“I’m so fucking hard watching his lips on your tits.”

“You are?” I glance at his pants, seeing the ridge of him there. “I want it.”

He pulls his hand away from my wetness. “Have you been a good girl for me?”

I nod. “Yes.”

Eddie watches with rapt fascination, wondering if he should continue kissing me, or if he should stop.

“You’ve been good?” Dean asks again.

I blink. “I think so. Please, Dean, touch me.”

“I don’t think you have.”

I sit up a little, and Eddie watches, not sure what to do. “I haven’t?” I ask him.

Dean growls against my ear. “I just might have to punish you when we get back to my place.”

“Your place?” Eddie asks. “You don’t live together?”

The moment is completely lost and Dean stares at Eddie, mean and hard, like he could kill him for interrupting him.

Eddie holds up his hands. “Sorry man, just trying to play along.” He moves closer to me on the bed. “You’ve been a naughty girl.”

Dean grabs my arm, pulling me up from the bed and away from Eddie. “We’re going home.”

“But, wait…” my words fall away from me as I try to make sense of what just happened there. I thought we were trying to get information from Humphrey and Eddie. Why are we leaving?

“Dean, slow down,” I say as he ushers me out of the house without so much as a goodbye thrown in anyone’s direction.

“No.” He continues on his path, determined to get me back to his place as quickly as possible. And come on, I know why he wants me there. He wants to yell at me. Make me feel like I’m a centimeter tall because I left his house when I said I’d work with him to bring down Bishop.

His car waits by the front door as if this whole thing was planned, and who knows anymore. Maybe it was.

I slide into the backseat and Dean slides right on in beside me.

He doesn’t talk to me, and I’m basically waiting for him to scream and belittle me like most men like to do to women. I’m waiting for the snide remarks that I put myself in danger, but he doesn’t speak.

It’s probably because he has his driver, Leo, and his security, Zack, upfront and he doesn’t want them to overhear.

Or maybe it’s because he hates me so much he can’t bear to look at me. I sometimes wonder how he feels about having to touch me at the club, and then tonight at Humphrey’s house. I’m sure he wanted to touch anyone else but me, because he must be so angry with me for leaving him.