Unleashing the Receptionist: ...the Receptionist, Book 3 (2 page)

“I’m a busy man, you see,” continued Ethan, vibrating my clit with his finger. “Especially during business plan. It’s times like these when a true leader learns to delegate. I’d like to see you bring Dana to orgasm with your tongue. Are you willing?”

Belinda nodded, shooting me a quick look under her lashes. “If it’s okay with her.”

“Dana?” Ethan’s relentless finger continued teasing my eager clit. He knew just how to press against my hood piercing to send a hot rush of raw need through my system. “It’s up to you. But I must tell you, it may be a while before we can finish this ourselves.” He worked his finger against me with a devilishly slow, wicked move. “Your best chance of satisfaction is right here, right now.”

“Yes, fine,” I agreed, nodding breathlessly. So it wouldn’t be a hard cock, a rough hand, or a vibrating toy. I’d take my release where I could get it. Besides, if I knew my bosses, they’d be so turned on by the sight that we’d all get down and dirty later.

“Hold up your skirt for her,” said Ethan thickly. He shoved the fabric into my hands and stepped away from me. “I want to watch this. And move your legs apart. Don’t be shy. Stick that pussy out. That’s right, luv. Perfect.” He finished in a deep-throated growl that made the flame in my pussy leap higher. It must have done the same for Belinda because she shuffled forward on her knees.

I held my breath. I’d never been licked by a woman before, though I’d felt a woman’s hand on my pussy during our Valentine’s Day trip. I barely knew this girl and now I was holding my skirt up so she could put her tongue on my clit. But what did that matter when Simon’s breathing was going all heart-monitor bat-shit behind me and his cock was threatening to ram its way out of his pants? Not to mention Ethan, arms crossed, eyes glittering like chips of blue ice. I wondered what was happening to his mighty cock.

And then I stopped worrying about my two lovers as Belinda reached out with her tongue and flicked it against my clit. A shock of pleasure forced a squeaky moan from me. I looked down in fascination. All I saw was the top of her head, with its purple streaks, and her long, glistening tongue reaching toward me. It was long and muscular, like an electric eel creating shocks everywhere it touched. My body began vibrating to the rhythm she set. I didn’t know much about girl-on-girl sex, but it sure seemed like she’d done this before.

Simon stroked my upper body with light fingers, up and down, all around. He reached inside the belt and popped my swollen nipples out, so they sat right at the edge of the belt. The sudden freedom made them burn. But I still felt the leathery bite every time I breathed, which was more and more often because that wet, strong tongue was kissing on me, sucking on me. If I’d guessed ahead of time, I would have said that a woman would be gentler than a man. Wrong-o. This woman ate me out like a feeding tiger. Voracious. Aggressive.

It scared me a little and I cringed back against Simon. But I got no sympathy there. I felt his cock-turned-iron-bar prodding me. A glance at Ethan revealed the massive bulge in his pants. I saw the tight set of his mouth, the way he couldn’t tear his gaze from the black-haired, long-tongued woman kneeling at my feet, her face pressed against my pussy. Just by standing there, receiving the world’s fiercest tongue-lashing, I was offering them pleasure and distraction. Doing my favorite job.

So I relaxed and let the wild sensations rampage through me. What a rush, having three people focused on me—Simon with his hands, Belinda with her mouth, and most of all Ethan with his intense scrutiny. I twisted in Simon’s arms, as if I was in a kind of dance with Ethan’s riveted stare, knowing how much every movement of my body aroused him. The fat tongue lapped at my clit, tugging, nibbling, tormenting. Ripples of electricity came faster and faster, mounting higher and higher until my legs started shaking. I wanted to squish her head between my legs. I wanted to shove my pussy at her face. I moaned and tossed my head from side to side, pushing back against Simon. He held me firm, then took my nipples in his warm hands and squeezed, a hard, pleasuring touch that brought a scream to my lips. I was about to explode, about to lose my last tiny shred of willpower. But I couldn’t, not yet…

I looked at Ethan, the true master of the moment, the director of us all. Fire and ice burned in his eyes. His glittering gaze seemed to reach inside me, to the place where the heat gathered and built, waiting for a sign. This wasn’t about Belinda, about a new person entering our space. This was about me and him and Simon.

He nodded. I obeyed.

Heat detonated in my clit, like the explosion that sends rocket ships zooming into the atmosphere. A high shriek came out of me. Waves of ecstasy tossed me up, over and over again, until I was twirling through a weightless, joyful world. With one hand I held tight to Simon’s rigid forearm, my only anchor in the wild erotic storm.

As I drifted down from my blissed out peak, Simon hugged me tight against him. I shuddered and gasped as that ferocious tongue kept lapping at me. I wanted it to stop, it was too much… I flicked a panicked glance at Ethan, who put a hand on Belinda’s shoulder. Instantly she stopped. She sat back on her heels, working her tongue in her mouth. I let go of my skirt, which apparently I’d been holding onto with a death grip. I flexed my hands to release the tension.

“Very nice, Belinda,” said Ethan in a voice of hot gravel.

“Thank you, sir,” she answered in a meek tone. She looked so sweet and shy, her head lowered. I could hardly believe this was the Girl with the Demon Tongue.

“We’ll be in touch,” he added.

“Really?”

“Oh, yes. You did very well. We look forward to seeing what else you can deliver.” He winked. A clear pink color flashed in her cheeks. Wow, she had it bad for Ethan. Then again, he did have that effect.

She got to her feet, looking like the cat who swallowed the…well, the clit, I guess. She gave me a private little smile, which I returned, though mine was on the shaky side. What to say after something like that? Another gap in the Hallmark card collection.

“Oh, I nearly forgot!” Halfway to the door, Belinda turned back. “Some lady who was picking up her order overheard your name and paid for your food. I was supposed to tell you.”

Ethan instantly went on alert. “What lady?”

“I don’t remember. It’s on the receipt, I think. Want me to check?”

“No. We’ll take a look. Run along now, Belinda. We’ll see you soon.”

Again, that color came and went in her cheeks. “Thanks, sir. Call me anytime.”

As soon as we heard the front door close, Ethan strode into the outer office to grab the food. Simon unbuckled the belt that had slid down to my waist. I buttoned my blouse. When Ethan came back with two white plastic bags, the scent of egg rolls and mu shu nearly made me cry. A good orgasm always gives me an appetite. It’s a wonder I don’t weigh six hundred pounds, hanging around Ethan and Simon.

He pulled out the receipt and scanned it. His face went granite hard. “Margo Lang.”

Simon hurried to his side and peered at the scrap of paper. “You’re kidding.”

Ethan raised an eyebrow. He wasn’t the kidding sort, generally speaking. I was the only one who ever got the man to lighten up.

“Who’s Margo Lang?”

They ignored me. They were doing their silent communication thing, which I hated. But I’m nothing if not stubborn, and no good at keeping my mouth shut. “Who is Margo Lang and why would she buy our Chinese food for us?”

Ethan’s face closed up. It was as if I weren’t even there, as if Simon and Ethan were carrying on a long, silent heart-to-heart without me.

Subject closed, apparently.

He pulled out the steamy white container of egg rolls and handed one to each of us. They both sat in the chairs they’d been occupying during our business plan session. I saw Ethan’s glance stray to the computer. He was already back in work mode, crunching on his egg roll while making silent calculations. I tried a bite of mine, but it tasted like hot and sour dust.

“This isn’t fair,” I burst out. “You guys never tell me anything.”

Ethan’s head jerked up in astonishment.

“I don’t know how you met, I don’t even know how long you’ve known each other. You never say anything about what happened before I came along. Did you meet in England? Here in Low-Life? Were you coworkers? Schoolmates? Did your eyes meet across a crowded room? And now there’s this woman you both know, and you won’t even say who she is.”

“What does any of that matter? All that matters is the here and now.” Ethan waved his egg roll—at what, I didn’t know. Maybe the here and now.

“Don’t get all cosmic on me, Cowell.”

Ethan hated it when I called him Cowell. It made him think of American Idol. He gave me a quick jolt of Blue Fury, my term for his “don’t fuck with me” look.

Simon interrupted before Ethan could explode. “Have you been worrying about this for a while, Dana?”

“Yes.” It had been on my mind almost constantly, but I’d been waiting for the right moment to bring it up. Apparently the right moment was while eating egg rolls after the delivery girl had, um, delivered. “It’s like the past doesn’t even exist. But it does. I love you both. I want to know everything about you. About the past. And you’re keeping it from me. It’s not fair.”

“Dana, my sweet girl,” said Simon, cupping my cheek tenderly. “We’re together, the three of us. What more do you need?”

Ethan put down his egg roll with a grim look. “I know exactly what she needs. I know where she needs it, and how she needs it. And she’s going to get it.”

Oops.

Chapter Two

No one said anything in the town car on the way to my place. Tension vibrated hot and thick.

I distracted myself from the oncoming storm by watching the grimy streets of Low-Life limp past. Even though I no longer lived in my old neighborhood, crackhouse central, Low-Life was still a haven for the down-and-out. I’d still be living in my former hood if the nasty weasels of the Woodfield Group hadn’t crossed an unforgivable line. Ethan had rescued me from their evil clutches and demanded they do something to make it up to me. After a childhood spent scrambling to survive amid flying bottles of liquor, possession of my own condo—signed, sealed and delivered—was a miracle.

Inside my place, Ethan marched me into the bedroom, lit only with a red night-light.

“Do you doubt, for one second, how I feel about you? How Simon feels?” He shot the questions at me like bullets as he practically tore the dress off my body.

“No,” I managed to gasp. “That’s not it.” But his hands were all over me and little fires of craving raced across my body.

“When something’s perfect as it is, why stir up trouble?” He unzipped my skirt and slipped it off my body. I held onto his broad shoulder as I stepped out of it, one foot at a time.

“You know the most important thing I’ve learned in life, Dana?”

I shook my head.

“Take care of the people you care about. Take care of the people you can count on. Once you’ve found the people who won’t betray you, treat them like gold. Because that’s exactly what they are.”

He stripped. The dim red light glinted off his massive arousal. If I hadn’t already been turned on, the sight of that enormous erection would have done the job. He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled me onto his lap. My eyes half closed in sheer, horny bliss as he held my hips and slowly impaled me on his cock. The lips of my pussy stretched around his flesh, my inner muscles clenched at him. My head drooped onto his shoulder. The man completed me, filled me, chased all other thoughts from my mind.

“I want you to forget about everything but this. Everything but you, me, Simon and our glorious, magnificent fucking,” he ordered me as he stroked my backside. I wriggled and sighed under his caresses, which made me sink even deeper onto his cock.

“Simon,” he called as he rocked me back and forth. “Get that new toy I mentioned.” Every time he shifted me, my clit piercing got pressed. With my face buried in his shoulder, I licked his skin. The mere scent of him excited me—it brought back so many memories of the ecstatic experiences he’d given me. If I could have burrowed under his skin I would have.

“I’m going to fill you up so there’s no room for anything else. No doubts. No worries. No questions.”

I trembled against his neck. He cruised his hands down my back into the notch at the top of my buttocks.

“I particularly love this spot here.” He nestled his thumb at the top of the valley between my ass cheeks. “It’s like a little ski jump at the base of your spine.”

I snorted. Ethan, sweet-talky. Not something we heard very often.

“You laugh, but you have no idea how beautiful your body is from behind. You only see your front, from above. But imagine what Simon sees. The sumptuous curves of your ass spread apart, framed by your stockings, your little dusky pink hole winking at him.” He swooped his hand between my two cheeks and found the puckered skin at the entrance of my back channel. He spread something cold and oily around the rim. My skin instantly warmed it.

“Okay, Simon. Work it into her ass.”

I wanted to squirm around to see what they were doing, but Ethan wrapped his arms around me.

“Just relax, my sweet,” he whispered in my ear. “You know how.”

By now, I did. I forced my posterior muscles to unclench, expecting Simon’s cock. It always felt uncomfortable at the beginning, and outrageously good after that. But this time was different. Something came into me, something cold and hard that stretched me out.