Page 26 of Not Safe for Work
Chapter Five
She thought Hartford would be different in the aftermath. Stiffer and meaner, out of a sense of misplaced humiliation. It was the reason she approached their next meeting with trepidation, half of her wondering if she should just turn around and go home. It had been a mistake to take the position he had offered her. It was a mistake to agree to come to Hartford’s penthouse, to discuss various proposals that he apparently had in mind.
Though thinking that it was mistake relied entirely on those proposals being business ones. When she got there and realized they weren’t, any misgivings went completely out the window.
“So glad you could join us, Ms. Elliot,” Hartford said, as if everything were totally normal. Even though he had to pull away from the kiss he was giving Abel to do it.
His mouth was still glistening from it, when he addressed her.
His lips were still red, as if they’d been doing it for a while.
And even more arresting: they were both hard.
She could see the shape of their stiff cocks through their slacks, as clear as anything. Hartford didn’t even try to hide it—though really, why should he? This was a real thing now. An ongoing liaison, between the three of them. When he called her and Abel to his home, he didn’t mean to discuss company matters. He meant for this. He meant to fuck.
And god she wanted to.
The second she saw them, something inside her shifted.
She was wet before she went over to them. Wet before Hartford clasped the back of her head, and brought her mouth to his. Softly, tenderly—more so than she could ever have dreamed or hoped for. Our first kiss, she thought, so good and sweet it made her whole body fizz. Her nipples tightened a little more, her clit swelled against the confines of her silk panties. All Hartford had to do was run a hand over the front of her skirt and sensation poured through and from that stiff little bud.
And both of them knew it.
How could they not when she moaned like that into Hartford’s mouth? When her body went limp in arms she hadn’t realized were around her? She was practically spreading her legs before Hartford has so much as lifted her skirt, her mouth hot and greedy on his. There was no way they could doubt—and they didn’t.
While Hartford kissed her, Abel started to unbutton and undo. He made short work of her blouse, her skirt, her bra, and once she was completely free, it was Hartford who went to touch her. He lifted a hand to her bare chest with just the slightest hint of hesitation. His eyes flicked to Abel briefly, his breath held just a little.
And then Abel nodded and he closed the gap. He cradled her breast in a way that made her moan. Softly, reverently, as if the feel of her was something incredible. It turned his gaze soft and his breath shaky—but best of all it urged him to do other things. After a second he actually dared to bend his head and lick, soft and sweet enough that it turned her moan into a sob. She almost brought her hands up, to push him into doing more.
But Abel got there before she could.
“A little wetter. A little more firmly,” he said.
And Hartford looked up. He answered in an insanely hoarse and desire-stuffed voice, “Show me. Show me how you touch her.”
So Abel did. His mouth joined Hartford’s at her breasts, sucking at that sharp little point just as she liked it. Then just to top it off, it was Hartford who finished that sweet pull with a swirl of his tongue. Hartford who licked and licked at her, until her clit was an aching bead between her legs and her legs could barely hold her up.
They were trembling already. Every part of her was trembling already.
And it only got worse from there.
Now they were doing it together, mouths so messy and slick that she couldn’t quite tell where one began and the other ended. She couldn’t even tell if they were kissing her or kissing each other. But that just made it sweeter. Hotter. Harder to take.
She was moaning now, almost constantly.
And her hands had taken on a mind of their own. One of them was somehow in Abel’s hair, and the other, oh god, the other was doing something very bad indeed. She didn’t know how she’d started doing it, or what gave her the daring. But it was happening.
She was touching that shape between Hartford’s legs.
More than touching, really.
She was pretty much fondling him. Stroking him. Making him groan. God, when she made him groan! It set her alight just knowing that she could do that to a man like him. All of his restraint was gone, all of his aloofness had disappeared, and she was responsible.
Or at least, partly responsible.
“Here, here, come taste this sweet pussy,” Abel said, and Hartford just about lost his mind. He was on his knees before she could get out her groan of eagerness, hands fumbling to help Abel with her panties. She barely had time to part her legs a little wider, and his mouth was on her. Rubbing into her slick slit, tongue stroking quick and firm through her folds. One hand already on her ass so he could pull her closer.
And then, oh yes, the flat of that tongue working over her clit.
