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I stop myself in my tracks before I can go any further, all too aware that I’m walking right up to the edge of something dangerous, something I might not be able to take back.

Millie looks at me expectantly, waiting for me to continue. “You know that what?”

I stare at her for a moment, pulse racing in my veins. We’re alone right now, and nobody will disturb me in my office as long as they know I have a visitor. I could just tell her that James hasalways been that way with women, and I’m just guessing based on everything I know about him, but she will guess that it’s not what I was going to say.

Because what I was going to tell her was that I couldn’t be in a room with her without letting my mind drift back to that night, and I doubt James is any more capable of it than I am.

“Nothing.”

“Oh, come on,” she chides, kicking me lightly on the shin. “Tell me. I don’t want to play games. We’re all adults here, right? Let’s just say whatever’s on our minds, and then?—”

“I was going to say,” I cut her off, speaking before I have the opportunity to back out on it. “That James feels the same way I do.”

Her eyes narrow slightly, her hands clasped around the coffee in her lap. “And what way is that, exactly?”

I rise to my feet. I’ve always been better at showing, not telling, when it comes to stuff like this.

“This way,” I murmur. And before I can stop myself, I lean down and plant my lips against hers.

13

MILLIE

The coffee slipsfrom my lap and onto the floor, but I hardly notice it as Ross’s mouth finds mine. The hairs on the back of my neck stand up as I sink into him, reaching up to cradle his face in my hands.

I don’t know what the hell I’m doing, what kind of trouble I’m going to land myself into, letting myself get drawn into something like this, but as Ross’s tongue begins to explore my mouth with a soft curiosity, I know that I don’t even care.

He sinks back into his chair, pulling me with him so I fall into his lap, and I wrap my arms tight around him as I cling to him for dear life.

His hands move around me like this is what he has been waiting for all along, and I wonder, briefly, if this is what he was trying to hold back before.

When he walked in on James and me together, did he wish he could have been the one between my legs instead?

Maybe. It seems like a dangerous thing to so much as consider, to let myself believe that these men might want me the same waythey did all those years ago, but as it stands, two out of the three of them seem to be just as desirous as the night we met.

“God, Millie,” he murmurs against my lips, as he pulls back slightly and catches my face in his hands. The way he gazes at me, it’s almost as though I’m some kind of miracle, and a rush of need floods through me as I move in to kiss him again. His touch is softer, gentler than James’s, but no less wanting. I shift slightly, so I’m straddling him, and I can feel his erection already beginning to stir to life beneath his jeans.

He runs his fingers through my hair and down my back, cupping my ass through my skirt and pulling me onto him even closer. I let my tongue graze against his, our eyes meeting for a second, and he pushes his hips up into mine, grinding against me like he just can’t find it in him to hold back.

Our kiss deepens, bodies melting together as we make out like a pair of teenagers. I love the way he feels beneath me, the strong sturdiness of his arms and his chest. It’s clear that he works out, and I trace my fingers over the shape of his biceps beneath his shirt, wondering just how much I can risk stripping him out of given that we’re in this office and his workmates are all on the other side of the door.

But he’s way ahead of me in that regard, hand snaking up beneath my skirt to pull off my panties before I even know what he’s doing. He lets them drop to the floor below us, and then wraps his hand around his cock, drawing himself from his pants so I can see the drop of glistening pre-cum on his tip.

He strokes himself a couple of times, letting me see him, allowing me to play the voyeur for a moment before I feel him inside of me. After my encounter with James was interrupted the other day, I’ve been left wanting and needy for somethingmore—and now, it seems, Ross is more than happy to give it to me.

Lift yourself up,” he tells me softly, his voice leaving no room for argument. I arch my hips slightly, so that I’m hovering just an inch or two away from his tip.

“Good,” he murmurs as he rolls up the bottom of my skirt, making sure he can see every inch of me. “Now…lower yourself onto my cock.”

I follow his orders at once, almost in some kind of trance to the sound of his voice. I glance downward to take it in as I inch down on top of him, feeing the nudge of his head at my entrance before he slips deep inside of me.

He brings his hands to my hips, guiding me the last few inches of the way down, and brings me to a halt when our bodies are pressed flush together, no space left between us at all. He stirs his hips against mine for a moment, lifting his gaze so he can watch my reaction as he does so, and then, holding me in place, he begins to move inside me properly.

He flexes his hips up against mine as he keeps me there, driving himself up and into me over and over again. I can hear the lewd sound of our bodies coming together, mingled with our sharp breaths, and I know there’s nothing I want more than to just let him have every part of me he wants.

When I’m with him, when I’m with any of them, it’s like every bit of control I have over myself just gives way, and all I can do is let them have me like this, in any way they want me.

Ross reaches up to cup the back of my head and pulls me down into another kiss as he fucks me, his tongue delving into my mouth with the same passion his cock does into my pussy. I’mbreathing hard against him now, the pleasure starting to build within me.