then?”
“Other than that, what the lady wants.”
“Would I get to fuck her by myself?”
“No,” Grey growled, “you would not .”
“I’m supposed to say no if she asks?”
“She won’t.”
“Won’t what?”
“Won’t ask, Heath.” If she did, if she so much as tumbled around with Heath without Grey . . .
“But if she does?”
No. She would not. Having a threesome was one thing. Toni and Heath alone together was something else entirely.
“ If she asks,” Grey stressed. “Which she won’t.”
Heath accepted with a nod, and Grey rubbed the tension from the back of his neck. His thoughts were in a tangle, and the feeling had him on edge. He was burning for her. He’d been aroused all day, in the car, the shower, the office. He was still in pain.
Heath halted midstep. “If it’s eating at you, why are you doing this?”
Grey met his gaze head on. “Let’s just say I’m humoring her.” He narrowed his eyes. “Have you been tested recently?”
“Of course.”
A slimy, icky dread slithered through his blood at the thought of anything going wrong. Out of control. Out of his hands. “This is a woman I’d die for. Do you understand me?”
Heath’s lips curled. “You do love her.”
“You hurt her, and I’ll crush you, Heathcliff. I don’t care what we’ve been through.”
His partner seemed thoroughly amused as he hauled the chair back with his ankle and sank down.“And you’ve told her how you feel, Romeo?”
Grey considered not responding to his jibe, then admitted,“She knows how I feel.”
“But you’ve never told her.”
“I don’t have to.”
“Women like to hear it.”
“Heath, your advice is starting to irritate me.”
Heath stacked his hands behind his head, his brows drawn up. “Women like those words. Even I know that.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” When Toni said the words to him, it didn’t feel all that amazing. He felt powerless. And she said them all the time, so easily, so unselfishly. It killed him not to say them back.
Shaking his head, he strolled to the window that made up the entire west wall of the office. “She wouldn’t be with me if she thought I didn’t love her.”
“Why not?”
“She’s proud.”
“No more than you are.”
Grey gazed blindly out at the city, seeing Toni in his mind.
“Her coffee’s practically water.” He didn’t know why that came out of his mouth. Apparently Heath didn’t, either, because he just sat there staring at him.
“She’s a reckless driver,” he continued restlessly.“This is the second time this month she’s gotten a low tire. She rubs them against the sidewalk all the time.”
“Parking tickets?”
“I can name at least five officers she knows by name.” Grey would have smiled ruefully if he weren’t still fighting the urge to tear Heath’s head off.“She rumples my hair before I leave for work. She draws her name on my files. She messes with my clothes.”
Damn. She was adorable. An adorable, mischievous, sweet little mess. When Heath remained silent, Grey turned and pinned him with a look. “I want to drown her in pleasure until she can’t remember her name, and I want us to go on for hours. Hours. I don’t want her to breathe or think or do anything but feel what we’re doing to her. All day, all night. Can you do that, Heathcliff—think of someone else’s pleasure other than your own?”
“I’ll have her writhing.”
“What I want to hear is that you’ll be careful.Thoughtful. She’s not like you and me.”
He smiled lazily. “It’s obvious she’s a woman, Grey.”
“That’s not what I’m talking about, and you know it.” Grey thought of that lively imp he knew, of how he liked to take care of her, to take from her in bed and then coo and coddle and spoil her. “She’s never done anything like this,” he said.
Toni wasn’t cold or jaded, but lively and warm and excitable. Grey would never forgive himself if that was
“Other than that, what the lady wants.”
“Would I get to fuck her by myself?”
“No,” Grey growled, “you would not .”
“I’m supposed to say no if she asks?”
“She won’t.”
“Won’t what?”
“Won’t ask, Heath.” If she did, if she so much as tumbled around with Heath without Grey . . .
“But if she does?”
No. She would not. Having a threesome was one thing. Toni and Heath alone together was something else entirely.
“ If she asks,” Grey stressed. “Which she won’t.”
Heath accepted with a nod, and Grey rubbed the tension from the back of his neck. His thoughts were in a tangle, and the feeling had him on edge. He was burning for her. He’d been aroused all day, in the car, the shower, the office. He was still in pain.
Heath halted midstep. “If it’s eating at you, why are you doing this?”
Grey met his gaze head on. “Let’s just say I’m humoring her.” He narrowed his eyes. “Have you been tested recently?”
“Of course.”
A slimy, icky dread slithered through his blood at the thought of anything going wrong. Out of control. Out of his hands. “This is a woman I’d die for. Do you understand me?”
Heath’s lips curled. “You do love her.”
“You hurt her, and I’ll crush you, Heathcliff. I don’t care what we’ve been through.”
His partner seemed thoroughly amused as he hauled the chair back with his ankle and sank down.“And you’ve told her how you feel, Romeo?”
Grey considered not responding to his jibe, then admitted,“She knows how I feel.”
“But you’ve never told her.”
“I don’t have to.”
“Women like to hear it.”
“Heath, your advice is starting to irritate me.”
Heath stacked his hands behind his head, his brows drawn up. “Women like those words. Even I know that.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” When Toni said the words to him, it didn’t feel all that amazing. He felt powerless. And she said them all the time, so easily, so unselfishly. It killed him not to say them back.
Shaking his head, he strolled to the window that made up the entire west wall of the office. “She wouldn’t be with me if she thought I didn’t love her.”
“Why not?”
“She’s proud.”
“No more than you are.”
Grey gazed blindly out at the city, seeing Toni in his mind.
“Her coffee’s practically water.” He didn’t know why that came out of his mouth. Apparently Heath didn’t, either, because he just sat there staring at him.
“She’s a reckless driver,” he continued restlessly.“This is the second time this month she’s gotten a low tire. She rubs them against the sidewalk all the time.”
“Parking tickets?”
“I can name at least five officers she knows by name.” Grey would have smiled ruefully if he weren’t still fighting the urge to tear Heath’s head off.“She rumples my hair before I leave for work. She draws her name on my files. She messes with my clothes.”
Damn. She was adorable. An adorable, mischievous, sweet little mess. When Heath remained silent, Grey turned and pinned him with a look. “I want to drown her in pleasure until she can’t remember her name, and I want us to go on for hours. Hours. I don’t want her to breathe or think or do anything but feel what we’re doing to her. All day, all night. Can you do that, Heathcliff—think of someone else’s pleasure other than your own?”
“I’ll have her writhing.”
“What I want to hear is that you’ll be careful.Thoughtful. She’s not like you and me.”
He smiled lazily. “It’s obvious she’s a woman, Grey.”
“That’s not what I’m talking about, and you know it.” Grey thought of that lively imp he knew, of how he liked to take care of her, to take from her in bed and then coo and coddle and spoil her. “She’s never done anything like this,” he said.
Toni wasn’t cold or jaded, but lively and warm and excitable. Grey would never forgive himself if that was
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