Unwrapped

Even if Cole entered Des’s office with a miniature candy cane in his mouth and another longer, thicker one under his arm.

“Wondered when we’d get back on the job,” he said cheerfully, flipping the lock in the doorknob. “So you’ve labeled us gay, hmm?”

She swallowed and twisted her wrists against her binding. Jeez, was that garland? She peeked over her shoulder. Yep, her favorite multi-colored strand. Figured.

Cole’s finger along her jaw had her eyes snapping back to his. He cocked his head, studying her while he sucked on his candy. The gesture made him look boyish, especially with that lock of light brown hair that kept dipping into his eyes. Dark blue eyes that saw too deep and exposed all the lies she told the world on a daily basis.

That she was okay. That she didn’t hurt. That she didn’t need.

“We’re open-minded about who we sleep with, sweetheart.” Cole crunched into his candy. “Sometimes that includes guys. Usually only each other, and usually only when we’re sharing a woman. You don’t have to worry that you’ll come in here someday and find me with my head in jerkwad’s lap.”

She flushed and hated herself for it. “I didn’t mean—”

“Shh. I’m sure you were confused.” Cole’s finger found the corner of her mouth and pressed inward until her lips gave way. He eased the tip inside, smiling when her tongue curled around him. “No confusion now, is there?”

When she shook her head, he smiled and held out the oversized candy cane to Des. Someone had brought it to the party the other night. “Hungry? I brought you a present.”

Des came around the desk and accepted the candy, eyeing it with an appreciation that caused her panties to dampen even more. None of this should be turning her on, but apparently her body didn’t realize that.

“Hmm. I’m not usually a fan of sweets.” She thought of his newly developed sugar habit and then clamped her lips together when he looked her way. “What about you, Wendy?”

“I’m not hungry.”

Des and Cole glanced at each other, matching predatory smiles crossing their ridiculously sexy faces. Cole had dimples and Des’s spiky hair could’ve hidden devil horns, but for that instant she could tell they were of one very dirty mind.

Des stepped forward and stroked the wrapped cane down her throat. She held his gaze, unwilling to slip into the same submissive role she had last time. There was no alcohol in her bloodstream right now. Lust, yes, but she could control that.

Maybe.

He ran his tongue under her jaw in a long, patient sweep. “Do you want to be here, Wendy?”

She should say no. What she’d wanted with Des—or what she’d believed she wanted anyway—was a chance at a normal relationship. This was not that.

But she wasn’t moving away. She was nodding yes and arching as he unbuttoned her jacket and bared the lacy white teddy beneath. The top of it played peekaboo nicely with her suit, and the rest was a series of swirling cutouts and mesh. Her skirt hid what covered her groin—or didn’t.

“So businesslike outside.” Des’s finger skated down the rise of her breasts, detouring over each taut nipple showcased in thin netting. “So not beneath. What’s under here?” he asked, tracing her waistband.

She pulled off a shrug though she could feel herself growing wet to the point of embarrassment. “See for yourself.”

“I think I will.” He passed off the candy cane to Cole then tugged on her skirt with both hands, his expression glazing at the sight of her pussy framed in white lace. Garters and sheer stockings completed the outfit. “You test me, Wendy.”

“Do I?” She licked her lips with the tip of her tongue, pleased to see the flex of his cock against his trousers. “It’s so hard to tell.”

He drew his fingers over her slit, scarcely touching her, and she jerked back. His smile was like the sun emerging from behind a cloud, bright and disarming. “I bet you taste like candy. Do you like having a man between your legs?”

Answering seemed like another way to give in. She tried to make her face expressionless, determined to make him work for her reactions if nothing else.

Cole crunched into the mini candy cane, swallowing the last of it as he peeled the plastic off the larger cane. Then he stepped forward and placing the rounded tip of the candy against her mouth. “You know you want some.”

Caught in the intensity of his eyes, she licked, involuntarily drawing one heel up the wall. Spreading herself open for them.

Des took her silent invitation and dropped to his knees, finding her clit so fast that she swayed. With her balance altered from her bound wrists and her stance, she might’ve toppled over had he not locked an arm around the back of her thighs. He wasn’t letting her go anywhere, that was for damn sure.

“That’s it,” Cole said when she drew the candy deeper into her mouth in response to Des’s insistent licking. “Get it w

et.”

Her eyes shot to Cole’s. All at once, she knew they weren’t simply plying her with treats.