“I would like,” he whispered.
“Dinner and a sleepover,” I agreed. “We’ll go home after work and pack a bag, then come over.”
Finn stood up, adjusted the cuffs of his work shirt, the wrinkles on the thighs of his slacks. I often looked at Finn and wondered if, in another life, it could have been me and him or him and Daniel, not the three of us together. But the incessant need in Finn’s eyes was enough to squash that thought. Therewasn’t a world I could imagine where one person would be enough for him.
He’d called himself greedy once, but I didn’t think that was true at all.
Finn Covington was deserving.
“Before you go, did you check?” I asked, turning my chair away from the desk to stand, but not raising to my feet.
“Check what?”
“If your cum is still inside of me. Yours and his.”
Finn was around the desk before I could say another word, on his knees with his arms looped around my thighs. The chair slid toward the wall and then Daniel was there beside him, both of them rucking up my skirt and forcing their heads between my thighs. Someone’s nose brushed against the wet cotton of my panties, sucking in a deep breath that burned hot against my flushed skin.
Daniel groaned, and Finn dug his nails into my thighs, and I don’t know how I missed the sound of someone knocking on the door. I’m not entirely sure there was a knock, but the two men I loved were between my legs and they were kissing each other, moaning as their tongues tangled.
“Just like that,” I told them both, softly, tangling my fingers into their hair and keeping their faces pressed together so they couldn’t end the kiss.
Finn managed to get enough space to speak, his hooded stare shifting up to find mine. “Do you want to watch us together? Do you want to see how we fuck?”
Someone’s fingers dragged over my clit and I dropped my head against the back of my chair.
“Yes,” I told him, and then the door to my office opened.
“I know I’m early—” It was Marshall’s voice, his intonation the same as his brother’s, who was still as a deer on his knees behind my desk.
Daniel jumped up, turning his back to the door and swiping a hand down the lower half of his face. I didn’t need to look at him to know he was flushed, terrified.
“Oh, shit.” Marshall covered his eyes and I shoved my skirt back down to my knees. “I’m sorry. I didn’t. You said yes, and I thought you heard me knock.”
“You’re…I’m sorry. This is…”
Marshall laughed and looked away until I stood up, smoothing my skirt back into place.
“Sophie, I think we’re all adults here and we don’t need to pretend we’ve never taken advantage of a closed door. I?—”
Marshall stopped himself again, this time because his younger brother unfolded himself from behind my desk. Finn adjusted his tie and tried to take on a casual affect that was paper thin, even to my own observation.
“Finn,” Marshall said, gaze flickering from me to Daniel, to me, and back again. Then down to the desk, the three plates, the two out of place chairs, the way Daniel inched himself forward facing like if he didn’t turn around, Marshall wouldn’t know he existed.
“Marsh.”
“What are you?—”
Finn shook his head. “Don’t do this.”
Marshall closed his mouth, and Finn ignored whatever unspoken commentary was on his brother’s face. He leaned over and stacked the empty containers from our lunch and cleaned up all the evidence we’d even eaten. Thankfully, the scent of pastor in the air was enough to cover anything else that might have or was about to happen.
“These are not ideal circumstances.” Marshall scrubbed a hand down his face, turning his attention toward Daniel. “But you must be Sophie’s fiancé.”
Daniel looked like he wanted to crawl into a hole, but he held his hand out and Marshall shook it, which confirmed for me Finn had been the one trying to finger his way into my panties because Daniel would never.
“Daniel Boyd,” he said. “I don’t think I’ll ever live down these circumstances.”
“Nonsense,” Marshall told him, glancing at Finn before looking back at Daniel. “We’re all adults here.”