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Authors: Charisma Knight
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Chapter One
Melanie Carruthers damn near snapped the pen she held in her hand in half when she saw Nick De Luca and Pete Ferguson exiting the elevator.
Since all district meetings had been cancelled for the day, she’d figured these two birds wouldn’t show. Both were district managers of the top teams in the Mid-Atlantic region, and both were on their game when it came to their numbers. They were also her ex-lovers.
Last month, they’d met in her office for Quarterly Reviews, and in a few weeks, the duo were preparing to attend a business conference in New Jersey. She’d wished a few more months had passed before they visited again, simply because of the familiar feelings they invoked within her each time she laid eyes on them.
She nervously tweaked her shoulder-length braids and sighed.
The arrangement, she’d thought, had been strictly sexual—friends with benefits. Melanie had landed two equally handsome, well-to-do men; but then, later in the relationship, she realized her feelings had developed into something more. Eight months ago, that would have been too much for her, but now, she found herself regretting her decision. They regretted it too—or so she thought.
Slyly, she opened up the cosmetic mirror next to her computer and glanced in it. Yup, makeup was just right. Earlier, she’d applied her favorite fuchsia lipstick to her full, pouty lips. Her mocha skin was flawless, but sweat had begun to bead on her eyebrows. Damn them! She so wished they didn’t have this effect on her.
Closing the mirror, she looked up. She loved the game of
cat and mouse they played. Now they’d grown impatient. She
realized this quite some time ago..
Both men had godlike appearances and the ability to melt
the panties off any woman. Nick was about six feet tall with wavy black hair to the nape of his neck, green eyes, and a goatee.
Beneath his expensive suits was a chiseled body from hell. He looked damned good in his expensive suits too, though you couldn’t tell him that. The handsome Italian already knew it, but still managed to maintain a wholesome, boyish quality. That was one of many things she loved about him.
In bed, he was gentle, and could get her off with just a few strokes of his cock, tongue or fingers. He knew her well and satisfied her every whim. He spoiled her; he enjoyed outings like plays, football games, and festivals. He was more of a simple, laidback man, and it didn’t take much to please him.
Pete, on the other hand, was blond with blue eyes. He looked like a modern-day Viking with the exception of his crew-cut hairstyle. He was a snob, and unlike Nick, he refused to show his feelings. He was more demanding, and often sought control. Where Nick was gentle, Pete was rough at times, creating a certain balance between the two of them. He was Yin, Nick was Yang. She didn’t want one without the other. Her mind, body, and soul demanded she have both.
She turned and opened the file cabinet to avoid hitting the button to let them in. Fuckers! The last thing she wanted was to face them now. She felt her face flush- , among other things. Surely they knew they had captured her heart. Why, after eight months, did she still feel the same way about them? Physically, and mentally, she still carried their mark, and it was bloody annoying.
Both men worshipped the ground she walked on. They treated
her like a queen. If there was something she wanted, they gave it to her. They’d taken her to fine restaurants, shopping anywhere she wanted, and Nick had even leased a car for her. They’d never wanted the ménage to end, but she called the shots. When they were together, sometimes both men became jealous if one spent more time with her than the other, and it all became too taxing.
Fortunately for her, they weren’t the vengeful type, or else the entire office would have known of their trysts. One thing she was sure of, although they were good at being cocky, they’d
Melanie Carruthers damn near snapped the pen she held in her hand in half when she saw Nick De Luca and Pete Ferguson exiting the elevator.
Since all district meetings had been cancelled for the day, she’d figured these two birds wouldn’t show. Both were district managers of the top teams in the Mid-Atlantic region, and both were on their game when it came to their numbers. They were also her ex-lovers.
Last month, they’d met in her office for Quarterly Reviews, and in a few weeks, the duo were preparing to attend a business conference in New Jersey. She’d wished a few more months had passed before they visited again, simply because of the familiar feelings they invoked within her each time she laid eyes on them.
She nervously tweaked her shoulder-length braids and sighed.
The arrangement, she’d thought, had been strictly sexual—friends with benefits. Melanie had landed two equally handsome, well-to-do men; but then, later in the relationship, she realized her feelings had developed into something more. Eight months ago, that would have been too much for her, but now, she found herself regretting her decision. They regretted it too—or so she thought.
Slyly, she opened up the cosmetic mirror next to her computer and glanced in it. Yup, makeup was just right. Earlier, she’d applied her favorite fuchsia lipstick to her full, pouty lips. Her mocha skin was flawless, but sweat had begun to bead on her eyebrows. Damn them! She so wished they didn’t have this effect on her.
Closing the mirror, she looked up. She loved the game of
cat and mouse they played. Now they’d grown impatient. She
realized this quite some time ago..
Both men had godlike appearances and the ability to melt
the panties off any woman. Nick was about six feet tall with wavy black hair to the nape of his neck, green eyes, and a goatee.
Beneath his expensive suits was a chiseled body from hell. He looked damned good in his expensive suits too, though you couldn’t tell him that. The handsome Italian already knew it, but still managed to maintain a wholesome, boyish quality. That was one of many things she loved about him.
In bed, he was gentle, and could get her off with just a few strokes of his cock, tongue or fingers. He knew her well and satisfied her every whim. He spoiled her; he enjoyed outings like plays, football games, and festivals. He was more of a simple, laidback man, and it didn’t take much to please him.
Pete, on the other hand, was blond with blue eyes. He looked like a modern-day Viking with the exception of his crew-cut hairstyle. He was a snob, and unlike Nick, he refused to show his feelings. He was more demanding, and often sought control. Where Nick was gentle, Pete was rough at times, creating a certain balance between the two of them. He was Yin, Nick was Yang. She didn’t want one without the other. Her mind, body, and soul demanded she have both.
She turned and opened the file cabinet to avoid hitting the button to let them in. Fuckers! The last thing she wanted was to face them now. She felt her face flush- , among other things. Surely they knew they had captured her heart. Why, after eight months, did she still feel the same way about them? Physically, and mentally, she still carried their mark, and it was bloody annoying.
Both men worshipped the ground she walked on. They treated
her like a queen. If there was something she wanted, they gave it to her. They’d taken her to fine restaurants, shopping anywhere she wanted, and Nick had even leased a car for her. They’d never wanted the ménage to end, but she called the shots. When they were together, sometimes both men became jealous if one spent more time with her than the other, and it all became too taxing.
Fortunately for her, they weren’t the vengeful type, or else the entire office would have known of their trysts. One thing she was sure of, although they were good at being cocky, they’d
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