am.”
The look on Heath’s face when he turned couldn’t have been more comical. “Should I start picking up silverware, then? A gravy boat?”
Grey merely smiled. It wasn’t often he had Heath at a disadvantage, but he found himself enjoying the sudden uncertainty on his partner’s face.
An ivory carpet covered the room, and the distance between the doors and Grey’s desk was immense, as he well liked his space. He took full advantage of the area now as he circled. “I mentioned a threesome, and she’s excited about it.”
“It’s been a while,” Heath mused.
“Sixteen years.”
“That long?” Heath whistled, scraping his hand along his shadowed jaw as he tracked Grey pacing across the room. “I must be getting old.”
Toni quivered every time Grey had mentioned the threesome. Her body flushed and she got all loving on him. She rode him, licked him, kissed him, came all over him. God.
His cock was a perennial pain inside his trousers. He couldn’t blank out the images that tumbled through his brain. Images that made his chest constrict, his stomach twist, his heart ache .
Toni undulating . . . giving out those little purrs of hers, Heath feeding her cock, Grey rocking in her tight, syrupy pussy . . .
It would kill him. It would drive him out of his ever- loving mind.
Grey returned behind his desk and added, “We’ll have dinner. I’ll confirm for myself if she wants you.Then we’ll see.”
“She wants me. That woman of yours is made for passion.You deny her, and she’ll be looking somewhere else.”
“Where did you read that, Glamour ?”
Heath linked his hands behind his head and shot him a look full of impatience. “I don’t read that shit.”
“Then where does this brilliant advice come from? You haven’t been in a relationship your entire life.”
“Neither had you before Toni. And I once fucked your driver and he was in a relationship. He gossiped like a girl. Shit, he whimpered like a girl.”
“And you like that?”
Heath considered, the verdict coming out a bored, “Whatever.”
“If we decide to do something about it, we’re not doing it here. We’ll do it in Cabo, give her a weekend where there are no prying eyes and she can let go.”
“Is that an invitation?”
Grey shook his head. “It’s a maybe.”
“I want the sash.”
“The sash is mine until I know for sure.” Tipping his glass to drain the last of his brandy, he assessed his friend as the liquid burned a path down his throat. “How do you feel about kissing?”
Heath shrugged, and Grey set the glass back down with a thump. “Good. So you wouldn’t mind not kissing her. On the lips.”
Heath cranked his head to Grey’s and both his eyebrows shot up in surprise. He was the only human being Grey knew who could laugh in silence. It had never bothered Grey before, but now he evaluated Heath with new eyes.
New, wary eyes.
He was as big as Grey, less controlled perhaps. Everything about Heath was black: his hair, his clothes, his eyes, most of all his humor. At work he was tireless, dedicated, steady as a bull, but Grey wasn’t certain how far he could be pushed on a more personal level. He respected Heath; he’d never even tried to bend him to his will before. There wasn’t a doubt that now he had to.
“Toni . . .” he explained. “She likes to kiss for hours. When she wants to kiss, she goes on forever. . . .”
And she poured her heart into those kisses.All of her soul.Those kisses were Grey’s.
Heath raised his hands in a placating gesture. “Agreed. No tongue tangles.”
“And her derriere,” he added, setting a few pens back into the leather cylinder beside his computer.“That would be off-limits too.” Rather than take his chair, he braced his hands on the edge of his desk and leaned forward.“I don’t want us to hurt her, you understand.”
Heath’s eyes glimmered with interest as he rose to his feet, rammed his hands into his jean pockets.“How would we do this,
The look on Heath’s face when he turned couldn’t have been more comical. “Should I start picking up silverware, then? A gravy boat?”
Grey merely smiled. It wasn’t often he had Heath at a disadvantage, but he found himself enjoying the sudden uncertainty on his partner’s face.
An ivory carpet covered the room, and the distance between the doors and Grey’s desk was immense, as he well liked his space. He took full advantage of the area now as he circled. “I mentioned a threesome, and she’s excited about it.”
“It’s been a while,” Heath mused.
“Sixteen years.”
“That long?” Heath whistled, scraping his hand along his shadowed jaw as he tracked Grey pacing across the room. “I must be getting old.”
Toni quivered every time Grey had mentioned the threesome. Her body flushed and she got all loving on him. She rode him, licked him, kissed him, came all over him. God.
His cock was a perennial pain inside his trousers. He couldn’t blank out the images that tumbled through his brain. Images that made his chest constrict, his stomach twist, his heart ache .
Toni undulating . . . giving out those little purrs of hers, Heath feeding her cock, Grey rocking in her tight, syrupy pussy . . .
It would kill him. It would drive him out of his ever- loving mind.
Grey returned behind his desk and added, “We’ll have dinner. I’ll confirm for myself if she wants you.Then we’ll see.”
“She wants me. That woman of yours is made for passion.You deny her, and she’ll be looking somewhere else.”
“Where did you read that, Glamour ?”
Heath linked his hands behind his head and shot him a look full of impatience. “I don’t read that shit.”
“Then where does this brilliant advice come from? You haven’t been in a relationship your entire life.”
“Neither had you before Toni. And I once fucked your driver and he was in a relationship. He gossiped like a girl. Shit, he whimpered like a girl.”
“And you like that?”
Heath considered, the verdict coming out a bored, “Whatever.”
“If we decide to do something about it, we’re not doing it here. We’ll do it in Cabo, give her a weekend where there are no prying eyes and she can let go.”
“Is that an invitation?”
Grey shook his head. “It’s a maybe.”
“I want the sash.”
“The sash is mine until I know for sure.” Tipping his glass to drain the last of his brandy, he assessed his friend as the liquid burned a path down his throat. “How do you feel about kissing?”
Heath shrugged, and Grey set the glass back down with a thump. “Good. So you wouldn’t mind not kissing her. On the lips.”
Heath cranked his head to Grey’s and both his eyebrows shot up in surprise. He was the only human being Grey knew who could laugh in silence. It had never bothered Grey before, but now he evaluated Heath with new eyes.
New, wary eyes.
He was as big as Grey, less controlled perhaps. Everything about Heath was black: his hair, his clothes, his eyes, most of all his humor. At work he was tireless, dedicated, steady as a bull, but Grey wasn’t certain how far he could be pushed on a more personal level. He respected Heath; he’d never even tried to bend him to his will before. There wasn’t a doubt that now he had to.
“Toni . . .” he explained. “She likes to kiss for hours. When she wants to kiss, she goes on forever. . . .”
And she poured her heart into those kisses.All of her soul.Those kisses were Grey’s.
Heath raised his hands in a placating gesture. “Agreed. No tongue tangles.”
“And her derriere,” he added, setting a few pens back into the leather cylinder beside his computer.“That would be off-limits too.” Rather than take his chair, he braced his hands on the edge of his desk and leaned forward.“I don’t want us to hurt her, you understand.”
Heath’s eyes glimmered with interest as he rose to his feet, rammed his hands into his jean pockets.“How would we do this,
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