Snowed In

“Yes,” Gideon hissed as he came. “God, you give the best head. There’s nothing else like it.”

Reid swallowed, drinking down every ounce of the salty stuff erupting from his partner’s cock. He made sure to take it all and then gently began to lick Gideon clean.

“Oh, shit,” Gideon said suddenly. He pulled away.

Reid looked up and realized he really should have locked the door.Chapter SixJessica knew she was screwed the minute Erik tangled his hands in her hair and masterfully held her still for his kiss. She allowed herself to go submissive beneath him. What came naturally with Gideon, however, she had to think about with the handsome, dominant man currently sitting on the sofa with her. He’d been pleasant to talk to, and on a purely physical level she was attracted to him. He was darkly handsome and reeked of authority. He was in complete control of himself. She found that incredibly sexy in theory…

Erik gently forced her head back and took her lips. She tried to relax as he took control. His tongue surged into her mouth, but all she could think about was Gideon. While Erik attempted to seduce her, the only vision in her mind was one of Gideon standing over her, his hands pulling her up and into his arms. She could hear his dark voice demanding things from her.

And Reid, leaning over and touching his forehead to hers, connecting to her in a way she’d never connected to another human being. Not even Gideon.

She pushed away, suddenly unable to be in Erik’s arms for one moment longer. It felt wrong. Crap, it felt like she was cheating on them. Them. She had to get that thought out of her head.

“What’s wrong?” It wasn’t so much a question as a demand.

She shook her head. “I can’t.”

Erik sat back and looked disappointed. His eyes were kind, though, as he watched her. “It’s Master Gideon. I thought the two of you were just friends, but you’re in love with him.”

She fought back the tears that threatened to take over. She was hopelessly in love with Gideon. The trouble was she was pretty sure she was in love with Reid, too, and that was hopeless.

“Jessica, are you sure? I understand you’re submissive, but do you also like to share? I get the feeling you’ll be doing an awful lot of sharing if you get involved with Master Gideon. I’m willing to make you my only submissive,” Erik offered.

“Gideon doesn’t have a girlfriend right now.” According to Reid, he hadn’t dated or slept with a woman since the night they’d spent together.

Erik’s dark hair shook slightly as he sighed. “Oh, sweetheart, they have you fooled, don’t they?” He stood up. “Well, I’m in an awkward position. I have information that could change your mind, but I think it would make you hate me. It would also be a blatant violation of the rules to gossip about it. Just know this, I am very interested in you. If you need someone, give me a call.”

He walked out, leaving her a bit flummoxed. She supposed it was possible that Gideon was playing around with some of the women in the clubs he went to. Maybe Reid either didn’t know or didn’t want to hurt her feelings. She had a hard time believing it. She needed to ask him. She wasn’t going to make assumptions anymore. Reid had been right. She’d walked away far too soon. She wasn’t a doormat, but she should have demanded answers from Gideon.

Her decision made, she stood up and strode to the closet. She quickly changed into jeans and a sweater, slipped on ballet flats, and made sure her hair wasn’t too crazy.

She couldn’t blame him if he had been fooling around. It wasn’t like they’d been together. If he had, then Gideon wouldn’t be playing around anymore. She was going to find him and they were going to sort this out. She pocketed her key card and started toward the conference rooms. She knew that tonight was couples’ night, but if things went as planned she and Gideon would be a couple soon.

Jessica pushed open the doors to the conference room. It wasn’t hard to find. The rest of the place was quiet. She supposed it was one of the advantages of having the entire resort to themselves. She slipped in.

She was definitely overdressed.

She stared at the scenes going on around her. She stopped for a moment and watched a Domme as she spanked her trussed-up sub. He was bound to a whipping chair and his strong voice counted it out.

“Fourteen,” he shouted out as the crop struck his muscled buttocks.

She felt herself get warm as she watched. There was no question she was submissive. Everything about the dungeon got her hot and bothered. The only problem was, she only wanted one Dom.