Page 71 of Office Intrigue (Office Intrigue Duet 1)
“So fucking beautiful,” he whispered reverently.
I came, never looking away, my insides coiling tighter and tighter, pushing me into another orgasm as Landon brutally slammed into me, holding my hips against him as he came in a feverish rush.
With my body wrung out completely, I collapsed onto Langston, my eyes closing as his hands curled around my head, holding me gently, sweetly.
It was then that I knew these two men were going to own me.
And not just my body but also my heart and soul.
Twenty-Eight
I SPENT ALL OF SATURDAY resting after the intense fucking Landon and Langston had given me. I even skipped yoga, because my body was sore in ways I’d never experienced before. Admittedly, I loved it. Knowing that they had wanted me like that did something strange to my insides. In fact, knowing that all four of those men were centrally focused on me was a boost to my ego that I would’ve never expected.
However, I knew I couldn’t spend all my time waiting for them to make their next move. Although I’d been working for them for two months now, I knew the weekends were my own. For the most part, they only made their demands during the workday; therefore, as long as I remained within the parameters of the agreement—no sex with anyone other than them—I could do as I pleased.
As much as I wanted to hang out with Kristen, to tell her everything that was going on, I decided to wait a little while longer. When she called to invite me to lunch on Sunday, I lied and said I had other plans. She said she understood, but then I felt guilty for not being truthful.
Which was how I found myself having breakfast with my mother and stepfather on Sunday morning. It alleviated the guilt and made my initial lie the truth. Although I would’ve preferred to have lunch with Kristen, I actually missed my mother. We had been avoiding each other for too long as it was. Although our relationship was strained and I often felt as though I owed her nothing, I had diligently paid her back for the clothing with my second paycheck. She had seemed somewhat surprised, but she didn’t question me.
In fact, she never questioned me. Nor did she call to check up on me. The only time I received calls or texts from her was when she wanted to let me know she was leaving town on the rare occasions that she did.
If it were up to her, my mother and I would only see each other on birthdays. Well, on her birthday, since she didn’t make much of an effort for mine. Like I said, she wasn’t the most nurturing woman in the world and the way she belittled me wasn’t something I looked forward to. When I was younger, she called it tough love. Now, it felt more like disdain.
But she was still my mother and I loved her, no matter how much she pushed me away. I tried to pretend otherwise most of the time, but the truth was, I did miss her. So, I had to give in sometime and it was usually easier to deal with her when my stepfather was there. Since today was one of his rare days off, I jumped at the opportunity.
“You look good, Luci,” my stepfather said when I joined them at the kitchen table. “You look happy.”
“I am,” I admitted, taking my seat and placing the mimosa in front of me. I couldn’t spend much time with my mother without a little alcohol to dull my senses.
My mother passed me an empty plate.
“I take it the new job’s going well?” My stepfather moved a plate of pancakes toward me.
Jim Wagner had been married to my mother since I was five years old, and since my father had died, he adopted me when I was six because he wanted to ensure that I was legally taken care of in the event it was necessary. I don’t remember my life without him, and for all intents and purposes, he was my father. I didn’t refer to him that way although I shared his last name, but I think he knew deep down that I loved him as though he was my biological parent.
However, he had always made it well known that he supported my mother in every way. Since she chose not to be close to me, he respected her wishes. It bothered me more than it should, but I’d acclimated to their lack of family values as I got older. It was one of the reasons I kept most people at arm’s length, choosing not to get too close for fear they would simply push me away.
“It is,” I answered. “Really well. I’m getting ramped up and they’re having me do more things.”
