…Maybe we’re about to find out.
“We know what you did,” I hiss, my jaw tight as my balls swell between my thighs, filling with cum as if they already know it’s going to be needed just from the nearness of her. From the scent of her.
“I—” She swallows as her voice falters. “I—I don’t know what you mean, Mr. P—”
“You think you can steal from us?” Seamus growls tightly. “After we gave you a job like this?”
My eyes drag away from her for one second, looking towards my friend. I can see him straining — shaking, like he’s physically holding back. I watch as his hands clench to fists over and over, and when one of them drifts towards the front of his slacks, I almost grin.
Fuck, he’s as ready as I am.
We’re both ready. We’ve been ready. And now, our patience is going to pay off.
Because it’s Christmas Eve, and the only present we want just walked through our door. And we’re about to unwrap every damn inch of her.
Chapter 3
Noelle
The room feels scorching hot once the door slams shut behind me, like the heat’s been turned up high. My body shivers, my skin feeling warmer as the two huge, gruff, dominant men look down into my eyes. Brock, with his thick dark hair and those stormy blue eyes, and Seamus, golden-blonde with dark, piercing eyes. Brock’s got his jacket off, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up with a herringbone vest on top of it. Seamus is still in a full suit.
But with both of them so close to me, and with the heat absolutely radiating off of them, it’s like they’re wearing nothing at all. And as trembling as I am, as fast as my heart is racing, there’s something intimate about it all. Something erotically charged.
Something that makes a tingle ripple through my body. Even if I know I should be scared or downright terrified to be trapped alone in a room with these two men, I’m not.
I’m not scared. I’m excited, even if I know how weird and wrong that is.
“You thought we wouldn’t notice, huh?”
I’m about to open my mouth, when suddenly, they both grab me by the wrist. I gasp, the breath whooshing out of me as they pull me from the entrance to their office and stride across the room, me in tow. My heart leaps into my throat as they suddenly spin me, pushing me towards the huge floor-to-ceiling window wall that looks out over the offices below.
“Mr. Pierce!” I choke out. “Mr. Horn! I really—”
“Enough, Noelle,” Seamus growls in my ear, and I whimper as I they suddenly push me right up against the glass, looking out. The bottom half of it is frosted, but not the top part from my waist up. And when I look out, I can see the faces of my coworkers below, looking up at me in fear.
I tremble as I feel both big men move behind me
“You’ve taken something from us,” Brock growls. “Not just our money. You’ve taken our hard work too. You’ve tried to tear down what we’ve bled to build up.”
My mind reels, my thoughts spinning a million miles an hour. Because I honestly have no idea what they’re talking about.
“Whatever you think I did, I swear, I—”
“Words,” Seamus hisses, his lips right by my ear. A shiver trembles through me as I feel his warm breath on my neck and smell the scent of his cologne invading my senses.
“All words. And today, Brock and I are done with words.”
Suddenly, his hand slides over my hip, moving to the small of my back as my jaw drops.
“Mr. Horn—”
“Sir,” Seamus growls. “You’ll call me sir, Noelle.”
His hand is warm and strong against the small of my back, and I nod, swallowing thickly.
“Yes sir,” I whisper.
I hear him chuckle darkly behind me.
“Good girl.”
The pulse hits me out of nowhere — this heated shiver of something wicked that teases through me to my core, making me gasp.
“Is it on you?”
I blink, my mind racing for words as my palms press to the cool glass in front of me. People are looking at me, wondering what the hell I’m doing standing like that with both of my bosses behind me.
“Is—is what on me, Mr. H—sir?”
“The hard drive,” Brock grunts. “The one full of information about our next business pitch that we left out for you to take, like bait. The one you swallowed hook, line, and sinker.” He moves close, and when I feel his breath against my other ear, I tremble in spite of myself.
“Is that on you?”
I blink, mouth gaping for words. “I— No! I never took it!”
“Like my friend said, Noelle,” he grunts. “All words.”
I turn, just enough to see him and Seamus nodding at each other. And I’m wondering what that nods means, or if it means they believe me, when I get my answer as Brock turns back to me.