Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 47223 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47223 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
He clenches his jaw. “So you let him fuck you one final time? Figuratively, of course.”
I hate it, but… “Yes. Derrick has a vindictive streak. When he thinks he’s being disrespected, he’s vicious. By then, I’d stopped being an idealistic girl and started seeing him for who he really was. And I let him go.”
“What made you finally do that?”
“I realized that every part of my life he touched, pain followed. He reinforced my decision when, during the divorce, he told my dad he was leaving the company—and then he sweet-talked seventy percent of our clients into coming with him to the new firm he started under our noses. Since then, business is down, and Dad has talked about retiring.” I let out a shaky sigh. “I always pictured taking over for him someday. That was my dream. He says slowing down will be good for him, but is that really what he wants? I don’t know.”
Marcus curses under his breath, looking somewhere between furious and vengeful. I love the idea of him being my dark, avenging beast. But that’s another girlish fantasy I can’t afford. Just like believing that Josh is a perfect cross between Prince Charming and Mr. Darcy. They’re simply hot coworkers with whom I can explore my post-Derrick sexuality. Tonight doesn’t mean anything more to them than a temporary thrill. They’re enjoying their kink of choice with me in paradise. A win-win fling…not the beginning of anything lasting. I can’t lose sight of that.
“I’m sorry,” Josh says in all sincerity.
I shake my head. “He claims he wants to slow down, travel some with Mom. Maybe he does since he’s the one who convinced me to come to work for Force Financial. But my guilt keeps me trying to convince him to stick it out.”
“Your guilt?” Marcus asks sharply.
“If I hadn’t said yes to Derrick—to the junior prom, to marrying him, to letting him into our family business—none of this would have happened.”
“It’s not your fault he’s a douchebag,” Josh insists. “And I doubt your father blames you.”
“He doesn’t. I didn’t bring about the ruination of Dad’s business on purpose, but we’re talking about his life’s work, so that doesn’t make me feel any better.”
“Let us do that, then,” Josh suggests.
“Do what?” I frown.
“Make you feel better.” Marcus saunters closer. “That’s what we’re all about, baby girl.”
My belly flips. “You already have.”
“Would you rather spend the rest of the night alone?” Josh asks.
“No.” Besides, where would they go? My room is still a choking chemical cloud, and the downstairs areas will soon be closing up for the day. Not only that, the orgasm ratio is me two, the guys none. I hate to leave them hanging, especially when I still want them so badly. “I’ll stay.”
“If we do, we’re going to get naked and put you between us,” Marcus tells me.
My pulse leaps. My womb clenches. After being at the bottom of Derrick’s to-do list for the last few months before our separation, it’s so heady to be wanted by not one, but two gorgeous men who seem fixated on my sexual bliss.
“I want that.”
Josh spears me with a glance. “You’re sure?”
I don’t hesitate. “Yes.” Even the suggestion that they would both wrap their arms around me, sandwich me between them, and lavish me with their touches has my body tightening again. “But it’s only fair to tell you…I’ve never had sex with anyone except Derrick.”
Marcus and Josh exchange a glance I don’t understand, but their intensity is unmistakable. Then Josh takes my hand. “We’d love to change that and give you everything he didn’t.”
My heart leaps. I turn my gaze on Marcus. He doesn’t speak, simply sends me the filthiest smile I’ve ever seen.
“What about the fact we work together?” I ask. I have to.
“Will you do your job any differently because we’ve fucked you?”
I’d be insulted if I didn’t think Marcus was proving a point. “Of course not. I owe Savannah and Force Financial—and even this land—my all. One has nothing to do with the other.”
“Exactly.” Josh nods. “Let’s agree that, by day, we’ll devote ourselves to this project.”
“But by night, you belong to us,” Marcus growls. “You’ll lay yourself across our bed and surrender every part of your body to Josh and me.”
They’re not just talking about tonight; they’re proposing a fling. Despite my foolishly growing attachment to them, what they’re suggesting makes sense. They’re looking for fun in paradise, and I need to move on once and for all from Derrick. If I know in advance that our involvement has an expiration date, I won’t fall in love, right?
“Baby girl?” Marcus prods.
“We need to hear you say yes before this goes any further,” Josh insists.
I understand. But what more is there to think about? My body has already decided for me.
“Yes.”
CHAPTER FIVE
Josh
When Kate whispers her consent, I jolt with a burning thrill. I’m not usually one for savagery; I leave that to Marcus. But every determined, possessive part of me jumps at the chance to claim her.