The Girlfriend (The Boss 2)

“Oh?” Neil shifted slightly forward at that, and I was pretty sure they could both hear the sound of my accelerated breathing.

“When it comes to pleasure, I don’t discriminate.” He shrugged, and turned a teasing expression on me. “Don’t look so surprised. We have sex in the Middle East. I know you Americans think we’re all chaste upon penalty of public execution.”

“Something like that.” I was kind of embarrassed that I didn’t know more about the world. I was sitting here with two very worldly men.

We chatted a bit about “Emir” and his life. His father was insanely wealthy and open-handed, so after school in France, Emir had decided to indulge in his passion for speed. He raced motorcycles professionally and sponsored racers in other divisions, as well. He owned a Formula 1 car, and he and Neil could talk about horse power and torque and handling endlessly.

And, unfortunately, they kind of did, until Emir said, “It appears we are boring Sophie.”

“To tears,” I agreed.

“Then perhaps we should come to the point of this visit.” Neil placed his post-lunch cup of coffee in its saucer, then sat back. “As I explained to you in my email, I am currently undergoing chemotherapy for leukemia. Suffice it to say that treatment is taking a toll, and I haven’t been as... active as I would like to be.”

“And you would like my help making love to Sophie,” Emir stated, as easily as if he were commenting on the weather.

Neil’s pleasant half-smile didn’t falter, but his demeanor shifted just enough that I could see the tension in him. “I would like you to help me fuck Chloe.”

A slow smile bent Emir’s mouth. He looked me over, what he could see across the table. My hair was swept up in a sleek French twist and I wore a short, slinky slate dress Neil had picked out for me in Paris. The wide straps and square neck bared plenty of cleavage. Cleavage Emir definitely appreciated, judging from the way he rubbed the side of his index finger over his bottom lip as he appraised me. Finally he looked up to Neil, shrugged, and said, “I enjoyed our last encounter. I enjoyed lunch. Why not? Will this be a three-way, or—”

“I believe it will be mostly voyeurism on my part, though I would like to be as involved as I can manage,” Neil said.

There was something so dirty, bad, and completely wrong about listening to these two men discuss fucking me while I was right there, listening to every word.

Emir’s broad grin dimmed just a little. “One moment. I told my wife I would call her if I were going to sleep with the two of you, and I need to get my bag.”

“Oh. Um.” Neil coughed. “Certainly.”

Emir took out his phone, held up one finger, and excused himself from the room.

“His wife?” I tried not to shriek.

“If she’s all right with it, what’s the harm?” Neil asked, in the same tone one would say, “let the puppy chase the butterfly, what’s the harm?” He frowned slightly. “I’m agreeing to the same type of thing Emir’s wife would be agreeing to, you don’t seem too eager to discuss the moral implications of that.”

“Okay, I see your point.” I bit my thumbnail. “I suppose it’s okay. I mean, I really hope it’s okay.”

He slid an arm around my waist. “You want to fuck him.”

“I do.” I loved that I didn’t have to lie to Neil. “So do you.”

“Would that I had the energy.” He chuckled, and it wasn’t bitter the way he had been sounding lately.

“Hey, you’re calling me Chloe again?” I asked.

He nodded, his slight smile combining with his words to take my breath away. “Sophie is my sub. I have no problem sharing Chloe. But you, Sophie... I want you to be only for me.”

I took his hand and pulled it across the tabletop. “Always, Sir.”

Emir came back into the room, slipping his phone into his back pocket. “All right. So... where shall we go to do this?”

My throat stuck closed. I looked to Neil. I really hoped he would say right here, right now, because the anticipation was killing me.

Ever since he’d proposed the idea, all I’d been able to think about was the night at the club, and Neil watching me getting off with someone else. I knew the experience had been powerfully erotic for him, as well.

And I wanted Emir. Not only was he incredibly interesting and cool as a person, his sexual attractiveness wasn’t a subjective matter. It was absolute fact. He was so powerful and confident and when he looked at me, I felt like he could see into my head, to all the filthy things I imagined doing with him.

When Neil looked at me, I was pretty sure he could see those things, too. Maybe that’s what turned me on so much about Emir; deep down, he and Neil were the same animal.