Page 69 of Office Intrigue (Office Intrigue Duet 1)
Sure, this was new for me, but not something I wasn’t capable of mastering. Although my messy apartment might not show it, I was quite organized, especially when it came to work. I’d spent my time there implementing some structure that would make things easier for everyone. I had rules set up in my inbox, which highlighted emails from my bosses, flagged those that had key words in them so I would look at them first. I had reminders set up so I didn’t forget anything.
For those things I couldn’t keep on my computer, such as the special requests from my bosses, I set up reminders on my phone. I knew how to be discreet and I was making a concerted effort. So, on Friday afternoon, just a few minutes shy of one o’clock, when I was supposed to go home, I knew when Langston requested me to come into his office that I hadn’t forgotten anything.
Ben had already left for the day and Justin was meeting with a local client, so it was just Landon, Langston, and me.
I grabbed my notepad and a pen, then headed for Langston’s office. Before I reached the door, Landon was joining me.
“I thought you’d be heading home,” Landon said casually as he opened the door for me.
“I was about to,” I admitted. “But Langston requested my presence.”
Landon’s smile was flirty yet devious.
It was obvious he already knew that.
Stepping into Langston’s office, I glanced around, not seeing him at first. My gaze came to rest on him lying on one of the sofas. Not in all the time I’d been working there had I ever seen him so relaxed. It was a good look for him, one I wished I could see more of.
“You wanted to see me, sir?”
Langston’s eyes tracked me as I moved closer.
“I did.” He motioned for me to join him. “Are you finished for the day?”
“Yes, sir. I was about to go home.”
“I need one more thing before you go,” he said, his eyes locked on my face.
“Anything, sir.” My belly fluttered with anticipation. I could see by the wicked gleam in his eyes that they were going to give me a proper send-off for the weekend.
“Put your notepad down,” he instructed. “Then remove your shoes, your sweater, and your bra.”
I wasn’t sure if they knew it or not, but their simple instructions were foreplay for me. The idea of stripping for them, having them watch every move I made caused delicious tingles to stir deep in my core. It didn’t seem to matter where we were or what we were doing, I loved the commanding tones of their directives.
Since he didn’t request that I remove my skirt, I left it on.
“Now come kneel between my legs.”
Langston was lying on the sofa, his head on one cushioned armrest, his feet at the opposite end. He was a ridiculously tall man and he took up the entire length of the sofa.
I crowded onto the cushion between his legs, watching him as I did.
“I want you to demonstrate your impressive oral skills on me,” he stated. “And while you do that, Landon’s going to fuck you. All three of us must orgasm, but how you get to that outcome will be your choice. You can direct things to your liking.”
As I knelt between his legs, watching him speak, I felt both elation and trepidation. I was thrilled about the idea of pleasuring them and being pleasured in return. However, I wasn’t all that interested in directing things. I liked that they took control. I enjoyed them guiding me on what they wanted me to do.
“Is there a problem, pet?”
“No, sir,” I said, forcing a smile. “I’m just thinking.”
“Well, take your time,” Langston said, grinning wickedly.
I glanced behind me at Landon. He was standing there, waiting patiently for me to give them direction.
“Would you please take off your shirts?” I said, turning back to Langston as I spoke.
The rustle of fabric was music to my ears as both men removed their dress shirts, laying them neatly on the coffee table.
That was the only request I truly had, but then it dawned on me. They’d given me the opportunity to direct things as I saw fit. And what I wanted was…
“Now, I’d like to hand the control back to both of you,” I said sweetly.
Langston seemed quite pleased by the request.
“Very well. Come here and kiss me.”
That was an order I could certainly get behind.
Lying over him, my mouth hovering close to his, I felt the temperature in the room increase by several degrees. More so when his big hand ran down my back, over my butt, then beneath my skirt.
Pressing my lips to Langston’s, I moaned when he squeezed my ass, his erection pressing right between my legs where I needed him most.
I loved kissing this man. He wasn’t a sloppy kisser by any means and that turned me on the most. Although he had told me to kiss him, there was no doubt who was in charge. While our tongues dueled, he ground his erection between my legs, making me moan and writhe against him. And when we both pulled back for air, he nodded toward his erection.
