The Girlfriend (The Boss 2)

Emir reached down and caressed me through the silk, his fingertips smoothing along my slit, then pressing deeper to find my clitoris and rub in slow circles.

Stepping up behind me, Neil dropped his end of the stocking and cupped my breasts, his thumbs skating over my nipples. He kissed down my neck, finding the magical spot behind my ear that always made me come undone.

Holli had once told me that a threesome can either be a lot of work, or a lot of fun. This one was turning out to be the latter. I felt almost guilty at the amount of attention I received. Emir rolled my clit and the stocking between his thumb and forefinger, and I shuddered, close to the breaking point as Neil’s mouth and hands helped to overwhelm me.

“Are you close, Chloe?” Emir asked, teasing me. “So soon?”

“When she’s close, she’ll close her legs as if she’s trying to keep you away,” Neil told him over my shoulder. Then his teeth sank into that shoulder, biting a little too hard to be gentle, and my thighs clamped around Emir’s hand.

“Why don’t we move to the bed?” Emir suggested.

“My ankles,” I said, dizzy and out of breath from being brought so close to the edge. When Emir swooped me up in his arms and carried me, I realized what “swoon” meant.

He laid me on the bed with my knees over the side and crouched to untie my ankles. “Do you have those scissors?”

Neil went to the bedside table and retrieve them, and with a quick snip, my legs were free. Emir knelt between them. He pulled his shirt over his head without unbuttoning it, and tossed it aside.

Strange as it seemed considering our previous physical intimacy, I had never seen Emir any kind of undressed. He looked just as good out of his shirt as he had in it, with broad shoulders, and abs that stood testament to a grueling gym schedule. I wanted to touch all that tight, brown skin, sink my teeth into his muscles, and I was pulled under by a wave of lust not unlike the one I’d felt in that hotel room with Neil six years before. The lure of the forbidden, the knowledge that I was getting incredibly intimate with a stranger... I suppose I’d never realized how much of a turn on that was for me. Perhaps it was why I’d bounced from purely sexual relationship to purely sexual relationship during my post-college, pre-Neil years.

The fact that Neil was totally okay with me indulging that particular thrill pushed my arousal higher; my entire body became an erogenous zone, primed for sensation. He climbed onto the bed behind me and pulled my arms above my head. The gentle pressure of his hands on my wrists would increase, I knew, should I try to move them away.

Emir went to his bag and retrieved a dental dam, peeling the latex sheet from its packet as he returned to me. The rubber was hot pink.

“Oh my gosh, super cute,” I squealed breathlessly. “I didn’t realize they came in a color besides dentist office green.”

“All sorts of colors. Flavors, in fact.” He grinned at me. “This one is bubble gum.”

I looked up at Neil and caught his smile. He was fond of telling me how good I taste to him, and I’m sure he was pleased to keep that privilege all to himself.

I held my breath as Emir pressed the thin sheet against my vulva. I’ve never found the use of dams to detract from oral sex; there’s something fun about the different feeling of a tongue poking and sliding at you through latex, as opposed to the equally enjoyable hot, wet touch of barrier-free oral.

When Emir’s mouth closed over my clit, my hips bucked, and my pubic bone hit him in the nose.

“Oh my god, I’m sorry!” I sat up quickly, and Neil released my wrists as I did. “Are you okay?”

Emir sat back on his heels, laughing. “Yes. My eyes are watering, but yes.”

“I had no idea this would be so dangerous,” Neil chuckled.

“Well, I’m sorry, I had no idea he was going to be so good at it.” I covered my hot face with my hands, mortified.

“Perhaps we should begin more slowly?” Emir suggested, still rubbing the bridge of his nose.

“There are restraints tucked under the mattress,” Neil said, his gaze meeting mine for a guilty second.

“Are there?” I sat up more, watching as Emir reached beneath the duvet and fished two padded cuffs from under the mattress.

Neil blushed, which is always adorable. He was open and honest about sex all the time, so it seemed extra charming when he got embarrassed. “They’re just soft restraints. They’re only held in place by weight. I thought they were a fun novelty to keep handy.”