Employed by the Boss (Managing the Bosses 7)

When they broke apart, they were both panting lightly.

“Now can I touch?” Mark asked. It wasn’t really a question that he expected any answer other than ‘yes’ to.

Amanda tipped her head to the side like she was thinking, and gave him a smile that wouldn’t have looked out of place on the Cheshire Cat. “No,” she said.

Mark stared at her. She smiled sweetly back at him, and pulled the tie that held Danni’s top up. It fell away from the curves of her breasts, and Mark groaned low in his throat. He was going to give them about five more minutes, and then this little power trip of Amanda’s was going to be over. He didn’t know what Alex had done with them, but he knew for sure that his brother wasn’t the type to just stand by and watch. There was no way he’d let them get away with teasing him for long. Which meant they were probably expecting him to step in and take over before too much more time passed. Mark was happy to oblige them.

Despite that, he didn’t step in right away. It was a nice view. He didn’t mind giving it a little more time, especially when Amanda slipped around behind Danni and leaned over to brush a kiss against her neck, and Danni melted back against her with a sigh. Amanda, head lifted enough that she could watch him, pulled another knot free and Danni’s bikini top came entirely off. She tossed it to the side, out of the pool.

Her hand slid lower. Mark watched it move over the curve of Danni’s waist to her hip, dipping under the water, and then she caught one of the ties there between her fingers, teasing at its end like she was going to pull it. Just when Mark was certain that she was, her fingers danced away.

Enough was enough. Mark took a step forward, and Amanda giggled.

“What? You still want to touch?”

Both of her hands moved upward, palms pressed firm against Danni’s ribs, and curled under the weight of the other woman’s breasts, lifting them. Her nipples were already hard.

“Come on, then,” Amanda said, and Mark didn’t have to be asked twice.

He caught a nipple between each thumb and forefinger, tugging just enough to hurt so he could listen to the breathy little gasp that escaped Danni in response. Then he rubbed his thumb over them, his fingers bumping against Amanda’s. They tightened further under the touch, and Danni whimpered.

“What do you think?” Amanda purred. “As good as you thought?”

Mark laughed. “Better,” he said, and leaned down to take a nipple between his teeth.

Danni’s spine arched, and this time she moaned. Mark bit a little harder. One of her hands lifted, tangling in his hair like she was desperate. It pulled him closer, and Mark might have smiled if his mouth hadn’t been a little busy.

He pulled back, and gave the other nipple the same treatment. Danni’s hips rolled, the motion of them sloshing water against his belly. He was so hard that he wasn’t sure how he was going to walk all the way to the apartment when they got out of the pool.

When he drew back again, Amanda reached down and yanked on the tie she’d been toying with earlier, pulling it loose. Mark’s fingers found the other, and he threw the bottom of the swimsuit after the top. His hand slipped between Danni’s legs to stroke over the soft heat there, and his thumb found her clit, rocking against it until she groaned, following it up with a sentence that was mostly swear words, though his name was definitely involved.

“You have a bed big enough for the three of us?” Amanda asked.

Mark nodded, not sure he trusted himself to speak.

“I think it’s about time we moved that way then.” She grinned at him. “Unless you’d rather keep going right here?”

As tempting as the suggestion was, a bed was probably the better idea. Pool water and sex didn’t mix as well as he sometimes wished they did. Before he went, though, Mark tangled a hand in Danni’s hair, tipping her head back, and leaned in to claim her mouth with a kiss. She clutched at him like she would fall if he didn’t hold her up, moaning into the space between their mouths.

Reluctantly, Mark took a step away from the girls, moving toward the edge of the pool. He was almost there when arms wrapped around him from behind, and then Amanda was sliding around to press the full length of her body to his, stealing a kiss of her own. Mark wrapped an arm around her waist and held her against him until both of them had to break for air.

She slipped out of his arms before he could say anything, and pulled herself up out of the pool, reaching a hand in for Danni. Mark took the ladder, and stood dripping on the cement until he’d dried himself off enough to at least be able to walk into the house. The girls, it appeared, had brought their own towels. Dannie had wrapped hers around herself, which was shame, but Mark was pretty sure it would be coming off again the second they stepped inside.

He opened the door to the apartment for them, and both girls walked through it first, taking a look at the rooms.

“These definitely weren’t here last time, I think,” Amanda said.

“Not if it was before Alex met Jamie,” Mark answered, scrubbing the towel he was still carrying over his hair and then smoothing it back down with a hand so that it didn’t look like he’d just scrubbed it with a towel. “He put the apartments in when he started thinking about hiring a PA.”

“You know what would be way better than talking?” Danni asked, and dropped her towel.

Mark stopped thinking about PAs and Jamie. He stopped thinking about anything that wasn’t the two women in front of him. Amanda was reaching for the tie at the back of her own neck and pulling it loose, peeling the straps of the suit she was wearing down and kicking them off. Mark didn’t hesitate to follow their example.

“Where do you want the wet suits?”

“In the sink is probably best,” Mark said.

Danni nodded and with a little grin bent over to pick up Amanda’s suit. He would have grabbed his own, but she was taking care of that, too, entirely too close to him for his cock not to take immediate interest. Her eyes flicked up to his face.