The Girlfriend (The Boss 2)

I wondered if Neil was attracted to him, as well.

“You have excellent taste, Leif,” Emir complimented Neil, his eyes slowly raking up and down my body. “Shall we go to one of the private rooms?”

“I think that would be a lovely idea, don’t you, Chloe?” Neil asked me, laying one warm hand over the back of my neck. All I could do was follow on jelly legs as Emir led us to through the club. At a padded black swinging door, Neil and Emir both greeted the bouncer cordially, and he nodded us in.

As we walked, Emir had slipped his arm around my waist, and his hand moved from my hip to my butt through the thin material of my skirt. I looked over my shoulder at Neil, who watched us with a smirk.

What would he do, I wondered. If he got off on the jealousy aspect, would he punish me later? I hoped that was where this was going.

Beyond the door, the walls were painted black. Black tile covered the floors. Silver sconces emitted clean white light, deepening the shadows around us. Along the hall, white doors with gleaming silver handles stood closed. Neil pointed to one that stood open, and we went inside.

The room wasn’t what I had expected. I guess I’d thought they would be bedrooms or really specific fetish rooms. It was just a small room with a wide, padded bench against one wall. Two chairs were positioned on the other side, a small, round table between them stocked with condoms and individual packets of different types of lubricant. Two large, ornate mirrors in silver frames hung opposite each other on the walls, and I saw myself in my tight black dress, my dark hair gleaming with burnished streaks under the light. I looked like a completely different person.

I had never in my life been in anything even closely resembling a three-way before. I was incredibly nervous, but I trusted Neil to know my comfort level and read my signals. Right now, I was all systems go, but I had no idea how far I’d be willing to go.

Luckily, Emir outlined how far he was willing to go. He went to the table and took two rubber gloves from the box provided. As he pulled one on, he said, “I would like to use only my hands.”

“By all means,” Neil said easily, settling into one of the chairs. He looked like he was sitting in on a business meeting, he was so cool and casual about the whole thing.

Meanwhile, my heart was absolutely pounding. Emir went to the bench and sat down, patting the seat beside him.

“Go on, Chloe,” Neil directed me.

I could safeword at any time. He could call the whole thing off, as well. I decided that I wasn’t going to keep worrying what he’d think if I went through with it. Neil didn’t play those kinds of mind games. We were in this room because we both wanted to see what would happen. We both wanted this. I really, really wanted it, wanted it so bad that my thighs were sticky.

With a last look to Neil, I sat on the soft bench beside Emir. For a long time, all he did was gaze into my eyes, his mouth bent in an easy smile. Slowly, with his ungloved hand, he stroked the backs of his fingers down my neck. I sat up straighter, unable to look away from him as his eyes traveled the same path as his hand, over my collar bone and into the top of my dress.

Fuck, this was actually happening. Some random stranger was feeling me up in front of my boyfriend. And Neil was watching the whole thing. I couldn’t believe how hot it made me. My legs shifted slightly apart as Emir’s hand cupped my breast beneath my dress. His gloved palm lay on my thigh. I squirmed, trying to draw him closer.

He released my breast, sliding his hand up once more to possessively tighten, ever so slightly, on my throat. Not choking me, but holding me, forcing me straighter up. “Do you like that?”

“Yes,” I moaned. I didn’t call him Sir. That was just for Neil, even if I was submitting to Emir at the moment.

Neil had noticed, I could tell by his half-smile. But he said, “No breath play, please.”

“I can breathe, Sir,” I reassured him.

Emir’s gloved hand slipped further up my thigh. “I can’t wait to touch you,” he purred in his deep, sexy voice.

The tips of his fingers brushed my pubic hair, and I moaned. He took his hand away.

“No, like this. Over my lap,” he urged me, and with some help from him, I found myself positioned with my butt and spread legs lying across his thighs, while my body rested on the bench. He pushed my dress up and snapped on the other latex glove, never taking his eyes from my exposed pussy. “Beautiful.”