STORY EXCERPT

“Michelle, can you get me a cup of coffee?” Mr. Derwin’s voice crackled over the intercom.

God, she hated that name. Bland and boring, it certainly didn’t convey the real her. But that was the point. She didn’t use a fake name to be seen, but to disappear. Once the job was done, she’d fade away, never to be seen—or found—again.

McKenna walked over to the coffee maker, poured the third cup of the day for her boss—at least for now—and placed cream and five sugars into the steaming brew before heading into his office to deposit the mug. Mr. Derwin said he wanted two sugars, but after four cups that he claimed weren’t sweet enough, she got the idea. It’s no surprise the guy was fifty pounds overweight.

“Here you go, sir.” McKenna placed the steaming coffee on the corner of his desk.

Mr. Derwin looked up at her from his computer screen, a smile on his ruddy face. The gorgeous cityscape spread out behind him, little lights twinkling from the windows, which were dark without the sun behind them. It was the type of view someone might kill for. McKenna had a different way of getting what she wanted. “Thank you, Michelle.”

She smiled back at the round man before her. She didn’t mean to be hurtful. It was just the only word she could come up with to describe Mr. Derwin. His face was round, his body was round. Even his too-tight suits were covered in round buttons. It was all just round. Completely different from the last men she’d worked for. Round didn’t describe them. She would have used words like yummy, tantalizing, and drop-dead gorgeous. As nice as the man was to her, Mr. Derwin didn’t come close to competing with her last bosses. They’d been marvelous physical specimens. She’d spent half her time with them admiring their fine physiques.

But she didn’t mind the change. It was nice not to be distracted by the physical attraction. She could flirt endlessly with Mr. Derwin and not have to worry about being affected in return. There was no question who was in control.

She glanced to the other side of the room, where the company safe sat prominently on the marble floor between two large leather couches. Unlike at the last place she’d worked, several items in the room would be worth stealing. But she had one particular piece in mind. One particular item that her employer was willing to spend a small fortune to retrieve.

“I got the files all sorted out, and I scheduled your meetings with Mr. Carey for next week.”

Mr. Derwin smiled back at her. Even so late in the day, his suit was still in perfect form, his demeanor calm. The markers of a man who loved his job. He didn’t even take a goddamn lunch break. If he did, she’d probably already be gone.

“Is there anything else I can get you?” McKenna used her cheery secretary voice, which worked on every man she’d met. Mr. Derwin was no exception.

“No, I think that’s it.” He took a deep swig from his mug. “You can go home for the night.”

McKenna plastered on her best fake smile. A normal employee would be happy to be dismissed for the night.

But she was far from a normal employee.

For the last seven nights, Mr. Derwin worked late, content to while away the twilight hours in his office with only his numbers to comfort him. And her patience was wearing thin. How could she ever hope to finish this job if the guy would never leave the damn office? 

From the corner of her eye the safe taunted her, as it had for three long weeks. So close, yet she couldn’t figure out a way to get access to it. And she’d tried. Oh boy had she tried to get at the thing. But Mr. Derwin—intentional or not, she couldn’t tell—maintained his spot by the contraption like a guard at the gates of hell.

She took a deep breath, turning back to her boss with the biggest smile she could muster without looking too fake. At least she hoped it didn’t look fake. Not that it mattered much. Mr. Derwin’s gaze was already back on his screen, and the millions of tiny numbers in front of him.

“Thank you, Mr. Derwin. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He nodded, not looking up to meet her gaze. “Have a good night, Michelle.”

She turned around, allowing the smile to drop from her lips. No reason to paste it on with her back to him. Instead, she focused on walking from the room without kicking the safe on her way to the door. Sure, the iron and concrete might break her foot. It would definitely send off alarm bells with her boss, but it still sounded like a damn good idea.

But she was a professional. She would handle this job with the same decorum she did every job. No matter how much it might drive her crazy. She wouldn’t screw up this job. Not after the disaster of her last assignment. She could wait one more day. What was one more day in the face of another six-figure paycheck?

ADULT EXCERPT

Without another warning, he yanked his fingers out of her. She gasped at the withdrawal. She only had a moment to process the sensation before Sawyer’s slippery fingers skimmed upward to explore her ass.

Automatically she flinched beneath the touch. It wasn’t new. Sawyer and Chris had been playing with her ass a lot. Their intentions of taking her together were known. Yet the sensation always shocked her—at first.

Sawyer anticipated her jerking and strengthened his hold around her waist, keeping her in place as he explored her. He caressed her ultrasensitive flesh until her whole body shook. When a tiny moan leaked from her lips, he slipped two fingers inside her.

She panted through the invasion, the fullness of his fingers sending sparks through her system. Her pussy gushed at the touch. An ache settled deep inside her, gnawing at her insides, desperate for more.

He moved his fingers, nudging them in and out. Each small movement increased the burn. She wiggled on his lap the best she could beneath his hold, unsure if she wanted to wriggle away from the touch or force him into her further.

“What do you think, sweetheart? Will that teach you?” Chris brushed the hair back from her face and behind her ear.

She didn’t know exactly what this was supposed to teach her. She’d forgotten the lesson around the time Sawyer pushed his fingers into her pussy. With his fingers now in her ass, she could hardly remember her name.

“I doubt it,” Sawyer grumbled above her, his voice rusty. “Not our little thief. She never learns her lesson.”

She bit back her own retort. She learned her lessons—when they mattered. But this was far from a deterrent. And they both knew it.

She considered telling Sawyer just that, even though it would only cause him to remove those fingers for another swat. It was just too tempting to poke at him, like a bear in a cage, to see how far she could push him before he snapped.

But before she could say a word, he pushed his fingers deeper, stealing the breath right from her lungs. A moan ripped from her throat. The pinch of his fingers pushing in and out of her tingled along her nerves, vibrating out to the tips of her toes and the top of her head.

“I don’t think she’ll learn her lesson until she’s completely filled.”

She groaned beneath their sexy words and the continued thrusting of Sawyer’s fingers. Her head swam. It was all too much. She didn’t have any choice but to lean into the sensation, placing herself in their capable hands. Trust didn’t come easy to her, but Sawyer and Chris had earned it from the first day she’d met them.

Sawyer twisted his fingers inside her, brushing his thumb along her slit. The soft caress sent shivers through her entire body. Wetness dripped from her, coating his fingers. Even her own body conspired against her. As much as her mind wanted to play with them, her body was always an easier mark.

“What do you think, buddy? Are you up for filling this naughty thief?” Sawyer brushed her clit. She sucked in a deep breath at the touch, the heat zipping through her blood.

She glanced up at Chris, loving the need in his chocolate eyes. A muscle in his jaw twitched, detailing how forcefully he held himself back. The right caress would be enough to push him over the edge. “Absolutely.”

It took him only a second to maneuver out from beneath her. With desperate fingers, he ripped apart his fly to pull his already hard cock from his pants. Thick and ruddy, his dick throbbed before her.

Chris shifted on the bed, positioning his groin in line with her mouth. “What do you think, sweetheart? Ready for a little more?”

She licked her lips, loving the way his eyes darkened with the action. “I wouldn’t call it little.”

Both men laughed. “I appreciate that, sweetheart. But I can think of a much better way to show your appreciation.” His voice took on a deep rasp on the last few words, setting her heart pounding.

“Like what?”

“Don’t play with us, McKenna.” Sawyer tightened his free hand around her nape, directing her attention. “You know what he wants. Now get to it.” He released his hold only to smack her ass again. The muscles contracted around the fingers still in her ass in reaction. The stretch stole through her, stealing her breath away. The heat that followed threatened to incinerate her, and she didn’t care. She only wanted more. Enough to push her off the edge and into the pure bliss she knew existed on the other side.

But first she had a task to complete.

With the tip of her finger, she traced the soft skin across Chris’s cock. His stomach muscles fluttered from the brief touch. His breathing picked up speed, his chest rumbling with each deep gust. His eyes focused on her, never leaving her face. His expression was so honest and needy her heart skipped a beat.

“That looks real nice, baby.” Sawyer moved his fingers in and out of her in tiny increments. Not enough to satisfy her, but enough to drive her completely insane. Which was his intention. “But that’s not exactly what we had in mind. Give him a taste of your talented mouth.”

She didn’t need to be told twice. Well, maybe she did. But she didn’t need to be told any more. Playtime was over. Her body shook and shivered with need for them both. Their bodies moving with hers. Their hands holding her. Their breath panting along with hers. And she needed it now.