Theirs to Claim Page 3

  “I love you, too.”

  We come together, a pillage of carnal need, and not just for one another, but Jayla, too.

  I ride her hard again, my lust for this woman and what we shared tonight still unsated, and I know Julie can feel it vibrating beneath my skin.

  Once we’re spent, I hold her close until her breathing evens out and she finally drifts off to sleep but sleep doesn’t find me. Even though I would love nothing more than to please my wife, I’m terrified to be in the same room with Jayla again. Because, deep down, I know next time I won’t be able to control myself.

  8

  Jayla

  “Oh my God, I can’t believe you went through with it. What was it like? Tell me everything.”

  “How much time do you have?” I ask.

  “Colter had a meeting with a client today and Charlotte is napping,” Kaylee says.

  I wish she were here right now. We haven’t been able to spend a lot of time together since I moved to the city. She’s been busy helping Colter manage the garage and with starting their own family. Something I’m secretly envious of. I’ve always wanted a love like theirs. An all-consuming love that lights a fire in your soul and never burns out.

  I give her a full account of the evening, keeping a few of the secret moments to myself. Kaylee is my best friend, there’s not much I don’t tell her, but I can’t seem to bring myself to share the connection I felt with not only Julie but Nash, too.

  “Wow, they seem pretty solid. No jealousy or awkwardness whatsoever. Colter would be rabid if someone else touched what was his.”

  “I’ve touched what’s his,” I remind her.

  “You know what I mean. He would never share me with anyone else and I could never share him with anyone. Takes a pretty resilient couple to do that. Do you plan on seeing them again?”

  That’s a damn good question. “I want to but...”

  “But what?”

  “I don’t want things to get complicated.”

  “As long as there are clear boundaries, how could things get complicated?”

  That’s the thing, the lines were blurred last night. I didn’t expect to have that kind of reaction to them, but now, all I can think about is this nagging feeling in the pit of my stomach at the thought of never seeing them again.

  “I don’t know. We’ll see.”

  We spend the next twenty minutes catching up on other stuff before we finally agree to meet up for lunch later this week.

  Ending the call, I let go of a long sigh and open my laptop. I sign on to the site in hopes of finding my next hookup. Something that will help me stop thinking about how incredible last night was.

  My inbox is filled with several messages, which isn’t uncommon, but it’s the first one that has my heart racing and my ass inching forward in my seat as I click on the subject.

  A night to remember

  Julie and I want to thank you for giving us both a night to remember. Initially, we wanted this to be a one-time occurrence. However, after careful discussion, we would like to invite you over to our house for dinner tomorrow night. Seven sharp.

  Temptation has my fingers flying across the keyboard.

  Yes! Yes! Yes!

  Delete. Delete. Delete.

  I’m sorry. I can’t make it. I have plans.

  After a few seconds, the messenger pops up.

  Perhaps Wednesday night is better for you then?

  Busy that night, too. I reply.

  Why do I get the feeling you’re blowing us off?

  Jesus, if this man only knew how much I wanted to blow him.

  Did you not enjoy yourself last night? he asks.

  I reply with honesty. I enjoyed myself a lot. Too much if I’m being honest.

  Then join us for dinner. Let’s explore more of this. No commitments or pretenses, just the three of us, sharing a meal and seeing where the night leads.

  I want to say yes so bad. I want to explore this. I want to explore more of what I felt last night. Giving up that little bit of control had given me a thrill I’d never experienced before, and I want to feel that again but there’s a part of me that’s afraid to let go. Afraid to explore that side of myself. No matter how much I want to.

  I’m sorry. I can’t.

  I close out the window and shut my laptop before I have a chance to change my mind.

  9

  Jayla

  Monday morning comes and with it comes one thing I didn’t expect.

  Regret.

  I should have said yes. Then I wouldn’t have spent the weekend alone with my toy collection. But there’s nothing, not even the monster cock in my box, that can rival what I know Nash and Julie can give me.

  I pull into the corporate parking lot and my Monday only gets shittier when I spot a car in my spot.

  “What the fuck?”

  I whip my Mercedes M Class into the next vacant spot and exit the car, grabbing my purse and briefcase from the passenger seat.

  Using my phone, I snap a shot of the license plate. Everyone knows this is my spot. Surely this isn’t my new assistant’s first fuck up. Otherwise, she’ll be gone before she even has a chance to make me my first cup of coffee.

  My anger only intensifies as I take the elevator to the top floor. I storm through reception and right into Levi’s office.

  “Who the hell is parked in my—”

  The words die on my lips when the female sitting in Levi’s office turns around to face me. Blood drains from my face and my ears start ringing.

  “Jayla this is Julie Hawkins, your new assistant.”

  Julie stands, her lips parting on a gasp. I have to give her credit, she holds it together better than I do.

  “Pleasure to meet you. I look forward to working under you, Ms. Prescott.”

  Under me?

  Is she trying to kill me? What I wouldn’t give to have her under me right now instead of looking at me like she would love nothing more than to kneel at my feet. So compliant. So willing. Even her body language screams complete and utter submission.

  No wonder Nash adores her so much.

  What are the odds she’d be my new assistant? Fate has one hell of a sense of humor and my life just got a hell of a lot more complicated.

  “Jayla, is everything all right?”

  “I, uh”—I shake her hand, quickly pulling it back—“I’m good. Nice to meet you, Julie. Let’s get you settled in, shall we? Follow me.”

  She shakes Levi’s hand, thanking him for the opportunity to work for our company then she falls in line behind me as we leave his office to walk down the long hallway to mine. Closing my eyes, I collect a deep breath.

  I can’t believe this is happening.

  I have to remain professional. I can’t let this interfere with my job. I have too much going on to even think about entertaining this or exploring this, as Nash so subtly put it.

  So what if I know what her pussy tastes like. So what if I know what she sounds like when she comes in my mouth.

  As I walk into my office, I set my briefcase and purse on my desk then turn around to face her. She already has the door closed, coming to stand in front of me with her dainty hands clasped in front of her.

  Oh who the hell am I kidding? There’s no way she can work for me. Because the first chance I get I’ll have my mouth between her legs. I’ll never get anything done. Not to mention the fact that right now my heart is about ready to explode out of my chest.

  I round my desk, pulling up the recruitment service we hired her through. “I’ll give you the best recommendation but you can’t work for me.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because I won’t be able to control myself around you.”

  A satisfied smile stretches across her face. “I have been well trained in obedience and self-control; you don’t need to worry about that. I’m here to be your assistant, that is all,” she says, lifting her chin. “I do not do anything of a sexual nature without my master’s consent.”

  I s
it back in my chair with a laugh. “You call him ‘Master?’”

  “Among other things.” She smiles.

  “Be specific,” I demand.

  “Master, King.” Her smile turns shy. “Sometimes he’s my daddy.”

  Kinky girl.

  I contemplate her for a moment, wondering what it is about her that I like so much. Perhaps it’s her stunning body, the sexy and sultry way she carries herself without meaning to be sexy. She’s wearing a skirt that isn’t too tight and a modest top. A diamond necklace circles her neck, resting perfectly on the small patch of exposed skin at the opening of her blouse.

  I want to lick it.

  I stand from my chair and walk over to her, standing nearly toe-to-toe. Her supple lips tilt upward just under mine. “Your King may control you at home but here I sit on the throne. Here, you belong to me. Understand?”

  Her eyes instantly fall to the floor. “Yes.”

  I circle her slowly. “I expect you to be punctual, precise, and poised at all times. You’ll be attending a lot of meetings and we’ll have to work long nights. I have several important deals coming up so you’ll make yourself available to me whenever I need you. Are we clear?”

  “Yes.”

  I stop when I’m behind her. The heat of her body forcing my eyes closed. I inhale her scent and do everything in my power to control myself. It’s only the first day. I have to pace myself. Otherwise, this will be over before I have a chance to eat her out on my desk, and that is something I can’t fucking wait to do.

  10

  Nash

  It’s been a long day and everything that could possibly go wrong has. One of my subcontractors dicked me on a job, two of my employees showed up late for work, and I yelled at my foreman earlier for a fuck up that wasn’t his fault.

  I’m irritated, I’m on edge, and it’s all because of Jayla. I’m still astounded by the effect she’s had on me. On both of us. I’m not sure what to do about it. What is it about her that I like so much? Why does my desire for her run so deep? I was extremely disappointed when she declined our invitation to dinner. Almost angry even. I know she enjoyed herself. Hell, we all did. So I can’t understand why she wouldn’t want to see us again. I could sense Julie’s disappointment as well and that made me even more frustrated.

  Pulling into the driveway, I throw my truck in park and grab my lunch box to head inside. After I toss my keys into the bowl, I deposit my lunch box on the kitchen table and walk upstairs to grab a quick shower before starting dinner. I brace my hands on the wall, letting the scalding hot water run down my neck and back. It does very little to ease the tension in my muscles. Fuck, this woman has me so wound up and the need to claim her is like a wildfire burning in my veins. Reaching down, I stroke my hard cock, fantasizing about all the filthy things I want to do her. To my wife. To them both at the same time. It doesn’t take long before I’m coming, her name roaring from my chest in a desperate plea.

  I feel mildly better once I get dressed and walk back downstairs to start dinner. About an hour later, Julie finally arrives home.

  “Hey, babe,” she greets, walking into the kitchen.

  “How was your first day?” I ask as she moves straight for me, wrapping her arms around my waist as I pull her in for a hug. I kiss the top of her head.

  “Exhausting. I have so much to tell you.”

  She pulls back, and I can tell by her pinched brow that whatever she has to tell me has been weighing on her all day.

  “Go change then you can tell me all about it. Dinner is almost ready.”

  She nods, reaching up on her tiptoes to kiss my lips before going upstairs.

  I set the table then plate our food, pouring her a glass of wine and opening myself up a beer.

  A few minutes later, she returns wearing a pink robe.

  “This looks amazing. I’m starving. I didn’t get much of a break today.”

  “You didn’t eat lunch?” I ask, hardening my voice.

  Julie looks up at me sheepishly. She knows how I feel about her skipping lunch, especially since she’s had issues with food in the past.

  Anger gnaws at my chest but I do my best to suppress my emotions.

  “Kneel,” I command as I take my seat at the table and Julie quickly complies, falling to her knees on her pillow next to me. Hands placed on top of her thighs.

  I cut a piece of the salmon, bringing the forked fish to her waiting mouth.

  “Tell me about the rest of your day and this boss that won’t even let you take a lunch break,” I say, waiting patiently as she chews before feeding her some of the steamed vegetables.

  “Jayla is my new boss.”

  I carefully place the fork on the plate. “I’m sorry, can you repeat that please?”

  “Jayla is my new boss.”

  Unfuckingbelievable.

  “What are the chances, right? This has to be fate,” she says before I bring the wine glass to her lips.

  Fate.

  Or fate laughing in our face. I’m still pissed about her turning down dinner the other night and so is my cock, because neither of us have been able to stop thinking about her.

  “How do you feel about this?” I ask.

  She shrugs her tense shoulders. “Scared.”

  “And why is that?”

  “Because I’m afraid I won’t be able to resist her. Or tell her no.”

  I reach for her hand and help her stand to sit in my lap. She nestles up against me and I spear another piece of the baked fish and bring it to her mouth. She parts her lips and accepts the bite with a soft hum. I can see the conflict written all over her face. I know that if I give her an order, she will obey, no matter how much she’s tempted. It would be difficult and tortuous because I know how badly she wants Jayla, but she would obey.

  It’s what she’s been trained to do.

  She’s stronger than she gives herself credit for.

  She always has been.

  “Do you want to resist her?” My wife bites down on her bottom lip, shaking her head from side to side.

  “Then don’t.”

  Her brows furrow with confusion as she lifts her gaze to mine. “What do you mean? You want her to seduce me,” she states knowingly.

  I smile. “No. I want you to seduce her.”

  The look of shock on her face is priceless. “But I don’t know how. I only know how to obey.”

  “I will teach you and together we will earn her trust.”

  A triumphant smile steals her face, and I can’t help but kiss it. I can almost taste victory hot on her lips.

  11

  Jayla

  “Where the hell did these come from?” The vase of fragrant roses sits in the middle of my desk. I can hardly see the top of it the arrangement is so big.

  “They arrived after you left for lunch with Levi,” Julie replies, getting up from her desk to follow me inside of my office. Extending her hand, she offers me the small white envelope. “This came with it as well.”

  I slide my finger beneath the seal, pulling out the small card.

  If you touch her without my permission, I’ll punish you.

  Nash

  My eyes flash to Julie’s over my shoulder and everything south of my pelvis is on fire. Her pouty mouth is pursed. She appears poised and professional, hands tucked behind her back, patiently waiting.

  That is what I love about her. She’s sweet. Patient. Perfectly submissive.

  Does she know who they are from?

  Of course she does. She has to know. But I don’t let on that I know that yet. They want to play games. Fine, I’ll play. What they don’t realize is they have met their match.

  “Did you finish the reports I asked for?” I ask, rounding my desk.

  “Yes, I took care of it on my lunch break.”

  “Good. Get back to work.”

  She flinches at my harsh tone and quickly retreats from my office, closing the door behind her. I press my nose to one of the roses, the silky petals tickling my
skin.

  I’ve never been given flowers before by anyone, and the gesture signifies more than just a threat. It’s a promise. But of what?

  I pull up Google on my phone and type in coral rose to find out what the meaning is.

  Desire.

  I read the card again. This is temptation in its purest form. He wants me to seduce his wife so he can punish me. I can’t deny that the thought turns me on immensely, but the submission he demands comes with an extreme amount of trust, and I’m too afraid to give that much trust to anyone.

  Yet, those images continuously flash through my mind. The fantasies that I can’t seem to let go of since the night we shared together. Julie and I on our knees, Nash’s massive cock fucking our joined mouths, creating a special hole just for him. Both of us bent over on the bed. Thick fingers buried deep in my pussy while his brutal cock stretches his wife.

  The possibilities are endless.

  And I find myself secretly wanting to explore every one.

  But that would be too dangerous. I know that I’ll never be able to submit to him. Not the way he wants me to. Not the way she can.

  I tuck the card away in my desk and set the flowers on my credenza and get back to work. I’ll worry about what to do with them later.

  For now, I’ve got a business to run.

  It’s well after five and I’ve managed to stay on task and work through my to-do list. At least for most of the time. My assistant seemed to be trying to make it her mission to drive me insane, tempting me with every swish of her perfect ass.

  “Do you need anything else before I go?” she asks, standing in the doorway of my office.

  “That’ll be all for today.”

  She turns to leave but before she can take a step, she spins back around. “Nash and I are going out for dinner tonight. Would you like to join us?”

  “That’s not a good idea.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because you’re my employee for one.”

  “What’s the other reason?”

  “Your husband.”

  “What about me?” the deep voice asks. Nash appears from behind her, stepping into my office. Julie looks up at him in adoration as he places a kiss to her forehead. “How was your day, my love?”