“And why should you care to even warn me about that?” This, I’m genuinely curious about. If Jerico doesn’t do repeats, then he’s never going to give Marcy a taste again, assuming he’s had her. And why wouldn’t he? She’s beautiful just like everyone else here.
Or because he’s been with me more than once, now the other women have hope he’s broadening his horizons and will be back to them at some point.
God, I hope not. Our agreement is for sex-only, but I really don’t want to see him with one of the staff. As well as I’ve done trying to shield myself, I still know it’s going to hurt.
“Look, Trista,” Marcy says, her voice actually soft. “Woman to woman… don’t get caught up in what he does to you. He does it to everyone he’s with. He loves it so much he’s going to do it with a lot more women before he dies. That’s just the type of man he is.”
I can’t tell whether she’s being sarcastic or genuinely polite, so I just nod and walk away. I don’t want to get into a further discussion with her about Jerico’s sexual habits.
When I reach his office, I knock on the door and wait for him to invite me in. When he does, I give a quick swipe of my hands on my dress—nervous habit because of periodic sweaty palms—and open the door.
As soon as I see Kynan sitting on one of the guest chairs and Jerico’s wicked smile, my palms go wet again.
My voice practically croaks. “You wanted to see me?”
Jerico stands up from behind his desk, rounds it, and comes up to me. His gaze rakes down me briefly before he takes my hand and leads me to the other chair beside Kynan. I sit down and clamp my legs together nervously, tugging at the hem of my dress. Kynan just gives me a genial smile, but my head snaps back to Jerico when he says, “We both want to see you.”
He’s leaning against his desk, his ass perched on the edge with his hands casually tucked into his pockets. The look in his eyes is almost predatory, and I can feel lustful vibes coming off him. I turn to look at Kynan again, but gone is his friendly look. His eyes are dark with desire as well.
I look back to Jerico and try to square my shoulders. “This is it, huh?”
“This is it,” Jerico says with a smile. “If you still want it. I know we talked about it the other night, but there’s no pressure. You say ‘no’, we go about our business for the night.”
I wonder what that means? Does it mean Jerico and Kynan will find another woman to share? Or not that I really care about what Kynan does, but will Jerico?
“Will we be here?” I ask tentatively, thinking the desk looks solid. “Or your apartment?”
Jerico shakes his head, his eyes glinting with dark mischief. “The Silo, Trista. I told you I want people to watch you get pleasured by two men.”
“Oh, God,” I mutter as my gaze drops to the floor, and then pops back up to Jerico. “Oh, God. I don’t know. I mean… I want to. God, I want to. But I’m scared, and nervous and embarrassed, and I wouldn’t even know what to do, and really… do we have to do it in The Silo for my first time? Can’t we just do this in privacy?”
Jerico just shakes his head, cutting off my rant. “Push past those boundaries, Trista. Dare yourself. Trust me… it will be so much better.”
I swallow hard and just stare at the gorgeous man who is telling me to take a walk on the wild side and get naked with him and Kynan in front of not only just strangers who come to the club, but hell… my coworkers now. I know it’s probably not a big deal as most of them practically live here when they’re not working but still… this is a big deal to me.
“That’s easy for you to say,” I murmur. “You’ve done everything you can think of. I’m sure Kynan has too.”
“We’re adventurous,” Kynan says with a grin. “And come on… it’s sex. It feels great. You really can’t lose if you know what I mean.”
“There’s nothing to fear,” Jerico reassures me, and something strikes me from our conversation that night when we were talking about fantasies. I asked him if he’d ever been with a man. This was after he told me how two women together was like every man’s spank bank go-to.
Jerico had chuckled as his finger ran down my arm. We were on our sides, lying in the bed and facing each other. “Every person has their limits, Trista. I guess mine is that I don’t do guys.”
Made sense to me, so we’d moved on to a weird conversation about BDSM. I’m not into it and thankfully neither is Jerico, but he knew a lot about it since so many patrons practice it.
I narrow my eyes at Jerico. “You want me to push past my boundaries, huh?”
“That’s right,” he says smoothly. “Piece of cake.”
My lips curl up and they do so in such a way that Jerico’s smile slides off his face.
“Okay, then,” I say as I relax in my chair and cross one leg over the other. “You told me this is my fantasy, right?”
Jerico nods and Kynan leans forward in his chair, sensing from the vibe in the air that this is going to get interesting.
“Then I want you to push your boundaries too,” I say smugly.
“What did you have in mind?” he asks tightly.
I jerk my head toward Kynan but never take my eyes from Jerico’s, which are looking slightly unnerved right now. “I’d like you and Kynan to fool around with each other to start. Get me a little worked up that way.”
“Fucking Christ,” Jerico mutters. He looks to Kynan with a very clear and simple plea for him to say “no” to this idea.
Kynan shrugs and grins. “I’m in. I’ll try anything once.”
“Bastard,” Jerico mutters again, and then points out to Kynan, “This wouldn’t be a first for you.”
“It would with you,” he says back with almost a cackle of a laugh, and I’m in awe as Jerico goes red in the face.
Very interesting. Kynan swings both ways apparently, and Jerico seems as nervous about Kynan touching him as I am about being with the two of them in The Silo.
I think I might be able to get my way after all, so I stand up from my chair and walk up to Jerico. Placing my hand on the knot of his tie, I give it a playful tug. “I’ll let you off the hook and won’t require any hanky-panky with you and Kynan if we can do this in the privacy of your apartment.”
Kynan chuckles behind me, but my eyes are pinned on Jerico’s. His jaw hardens as he considers my offer, and then my stomach clenches when his lips curl upward. “Tonight’s about pushing boundaries. Guess I’ll push one of my own too. Let’s get your pretty ass over to The Silo so we can get started.”
My knees start shaking and my heart hammers within my chest. My panties go wet. I realize not only is this going to happen, but it’s going to happen publicly and it’s also going to involve some Kynan-on-Jerico action.
Jerico takes me by the elbow to escort me to The Silo with Kynan following right behind.
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