Erogenous Zones: Monica's Secret (11 page)

Owen lifted his head. “Are you sure we can’t convince you to stay?”

“Hmm, maybe. I’ll have to get up early and shoot home before work.”

“I’ll set an alarm.” He walked his fingers down to the mound of her pussy and tapped them there. “Or you could pop home at lunchtime.”

“It’s a deal.” She stretched, her legs straightening, the toes pointing.

“In that case, can I interest you in some more hot sex?” Owen asked. After he delivered the question, he made eye contact. Alec grinned. He was already hard. He didn’t need any more encouragement. What did Owen have in mind?

Monica gave a pleasurable sigh.

“That sounded like a yes to me. Alec, did that that sound like a yes to you?”

Alec nodded. “Definitely a yes.”

Alec moved his fingers, squeezing then between her thighs. She wriggled, the muscles in her thighs tightening, crushing his fingers. “That’s a powerful grip you’ve got there, madam.”

“That’s because you are both turning me on.”

Owen grinned. “Anything special we can interest you in?”

Monica stretched again, and her cheeks were adorably flushed. She looked at Alec from under her lashes then glanced over her shoulder at Owen. “You know what I’d really like…”

Alec’s attention sharpened.

Owen nudged her. “Go on, we’re dying to know.”

“I’d like to see more of what I saw earlier. I’d like to watch you two together.”

Alec caught Owen’s glance.

Owen simmered with the dark sexuality and his eyes flickered, interest flaring in them. This was a first. They’d never shared a woman who actually asked to see them

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together before. Sometimes it just happened, as it had earlier that evening when he’d sucked Owen off.

Monica had liked it, and she wanted to see more.

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I’d like to watch you two together.
What had got into her?

It was as if their sexual confidence had invaded her. Either that, or the way they nurtured and encouraged her allowed her to be more open about deep, hidden desires, sexual fantasies that had risen to the surface when she had met them. Whatever the reason, the desire to see their bodies entwined that way was overwhelming. Monica had blurted it out, but now that she saw how keen they were, she realised that she’d stimulated something they both wanted. Had they been waiting for her to indicate that she was interested in that, and that she wouldn’t turn away?

They rolled together on the bed, all wandering hands and lunging hips as they made full contact. Their lean strong muscles flickered in the lamplight. Owen’s cock was rock hard.

Alec moaned loudly when it was pressed against his hip. Monica’s sex clenched. She was mesmerised. In the hazy midnight hours, high on pleasure and erotic adventure, the moment seemed surreal yet oddly vivid. She didn’t want to miss a moment—she didn’t even want to blink or breathe—so that she could thoroughly absorb every little detail.

“On your front,” Owen ordered, taking charge. He stood up, reached into the bedside drawer and threw a tube of lube and a condom packet onto the bed. The way he stood there—commanding yet nonchalant, blatantly at ease in his naked form while he prepared to fuck his male lover—made Monica wriggle back against the stacked pillows to get a better view, anticipation making her blood race.

Alec obediently rested face down on the bed, watching Monica watching him, a half-smile captured in his expression.

“Alec loves an audience,” Owen commented as he climbed over him and shoved Alec’s legs apart with one knee, his body agile and rapid.

“I noticed that earlier,” she responded, and winked at Alec.

Alec growled at her but there was approval in his eyes. He wanted her to be like this with them. That sent a rush of crazy emotions through her. She was high on this, high on the idea of being with these two, and being wanted by them.

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“Oh yes, you’re tuning in to all his pervy little fantasies.” Owen reached for the condom.

“Really?” She watched as he rolled the rubber onto his cock, fascinated.

Owen nodded and his hands roved over Alec’s back, eagerly, before he grabbed the lube he’d dropped on the bed. He spread the slick fluid on his sheathed erection, smoothing it over the engorged head of his cock, then moved his hands down and between Alec’s buttocks.

Alec’s body moved against those lubed fingers. His expression became intense, his features contorted, his head lifting and his body writhing. When he gave a long guttural moan she knew that he’d been penetrated. The response she felt was raw, her own sense of need building rapidly.

“Ready for me, huh?” Owen gave a low laugh, and arranged his body over his lover’s.

He kissed the back of Alec’s neck while he began his entry, a tender gesture that offset the more direct contact below.

Alec looked as if he was holding his breath while awaiting the penetration.

Owen groaned as he worked his way in and the muscles of his shoulders stood out in stark relief. From her place against the pillows she watched, and she burned up with the sight of it. She could see from the tension in his body that each move he made fuelled his need. It made her so horny that she found she was touching herself, without even thinking.

Her fingers moved over the sensitive flesh of her sex, alternately stroking her clit and thrusting a finger inside as she watched.

“Open your legs,” Alec instructed, when he saw what she was doing. “Let us see you.”

She whimpered, suddenly self-conscious. The view was so intoxicating that she’d scarcely been aware of her own actions—actions stimulated by that view.

“Fair’s fair,” Alec teased, “if you want to watch us, we want to watch you.”

The idea of them doing that together while watching her sent her into overdrive. She rubbed herself faster, and when Owen pulled out and she saw the length of his latex covered cock easing back between Alec’s taut buttocks, she couldn’t resist. She opened her legs wide and put her feet flat to the bed, knees drawn up. Easing back against the pillows she arranged herself so that she was propped up in the corner of the bed—in the perfect position to view them, while being viewed by them.

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“Oh yes, that’s good,” Alec said, and remained faced in her direction. His eyes had narrowed to dark slits and a deep, pleasured groan escaped him each time Owen eased his cock back in. Then Alec shoved his hand under himself to hold his own cock. Panting rapidly, he began to undulate against the bed in time to Owen’s thrusts. When his upper body lifted, she saw his long, hard cock was in his fist and he was riding it against the bed.

The muscles in his neck were taut with effort.

At his back, the concentration on Owen’s face was intense. The way he measured strides, taking care with his lover, his hand riding up and down Alec’s flank as he invaded his rear end—it was the hottest thing that she had ever seen.

“Oh god, yes, right there.” Alec threw the comment over his shoulder in a low voice between gritted teeth.

Owen flung his head back and sweat gleamed on his forehead.

They moved in deep thrusts at each other’s bodies, their expressions reflecting every action and reaction. Sweat gleamed on their skin as their breaths began to come in short grunts. And they were both keeping an eye on her because she was rubbing her clit hard now, her legs spread, her body totally keyed. On the edge of her orgasm, her breath trapped in her throat, she moaned and bit her lip and came, her body shuddering with release.

Owen’s hips jerked frantically, and his eyes closed.

A stream of curses spilled from Alec’s mouth. His hips pumped slower and slower until he stilled.

* * * *

Three hours later, Owen stared down at the piece of paper in his hands in disbelief.

The note had obviously been shoved under the door of the suite during the night, and he spotted it when he got up that morning. While Alec rang for breakfast from room service and Monica was in the shower, he took a look at it.

“This has got to be some kind of joke,” he whispered under his breath.

Back off. Tell the company who hired you that everything is running well at Cumbernauld’s.

Otherwise you will regreat poking your noses in here.

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He heard movement behind him and glanced over his shoulder. Luckily it was only Alec. He didn’t want Monica to see this.

“What’s up?” Alec peered over, astute as ever to Owen’s moods.

Owen held out the note. “This. It has to be a joke.”

Alec took it and stared down the paper with an amazed expression on his face.

“Unbelievable, someone has been watching too many episodes of Colombo.”

“It has to be a joke, really, doesn’t it?” Owen didn’t like it.

“A joke, or else the source has a talent for stealing money but is crap at delivering a good threat. That is some creative spelling there too.” Alec turned the piece of paper over and examined the back of it. “Regular printer paper. Could be from anywhere in the hotel.”

Owen stared at the piece of paper and he forced a laugh. Even so, it unnerved him.

There was something distinctly odd about it.

“It concerns me though,” Alec added. “Do you think the person has figured out that we are actually investigating?”

“Could be.”

“How did they find out?” Their eyes locked. The only one who knew was Monica.

“Lucky guess,” Owen responded, tersely.

Alec nodded then his eyebrows lifted. “Hey, we might actually be running them out of the long grass.”

That was true. “It would have to be someone pretty ditzy to think this would actually concern us.”

Concerned he was, though.

The sound of Monica humming to herself in the bedroom alerted him to her presence.

He folded the piece of paper up and strode over to the armchair where his jacket had been left the night before. He pushed it into the inside pocket quickly, before she could notice what they were doing. Glancing back over his shoulder at Alec, he put one finger to his lips.

Alec nodded.

When she joined them, a few moments later, she was wearing one of the bathroom robes. “I’ve been thinking,” she said. “If I can help you, you know…” She put her palms together then apart, indicating that she meant via touch, via her psychic ability, “…I’d like to do that.”

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“Are you sure?” Alec got in there before Owen could, as if aware that he was still worried about the note.

“Yes, I am sure.”

Her smile was the true gift because it was so different from the way she had been the morning before. Owen felt an immense sense of gratitude.

“I’ll have to liaise with my staff first. What are your plans for later this morning?”

“I’d like to get back into the accounts office,” Alec said. “If that’s okay with you Owen?”

Without hesitation, Owen nodded. Alec had not been satisfied with the way things were being run there. It made sense to pursue it.

“I’ll see if I can work my charm on Miss Moody.” He grinned.

“Miss Moody? Do you mean Jane Mooney?” Monica asked.

“You don’t think it fits?”

She thought about it and after a moment she chuckled. “Well, now that you mention it…”

“It’s not something I would normally do, but I’m trying to fit in here at Cumbernauld’s of London,” he said, with obvious sarcasm, “where inappropriate nicknames seem to be
de rigueur
.”

Monica laughed and pointed her finger at him accusingly. “You’re bad.”

Alec shrugged. “I thought you knew that already.”

Owen observed the exchange, and he liked the way they were around each other.

Alec glanced back at him. “What about you?”

“I need to meet with our ‘fearless leader’, Flynn Elwood, this morning,” Owen replied with a sardonic smile—another inappropriate nickname for the roll call. The note he’d received was still bugging the hell out of him, and he was going to see if he could find out who’d sent it. “Monica, can you stick with Alec today?”

“Yes, of course.”

Alec closed in on Monica. “I plan to make a copy of the accounting system they are using. If you are willing to come along with me…we’ll see what transpires.”

She nodded, but she was still glancing back at Owen, head cocked on one side. It made him smile. She was trying to work out why he was going to see Elwood. She was an intelligent, intuitive woman, and as usual that made him hanker for more of her.

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* * * *

When Owen arrived at Flynn Elwood’s office later that morning, he didn’t wait to be announced. Bypassing the secretary he opened the door and walked in. Elwood was working at his computer and looked up, surprised.

Owen strode up to his desk and put the note down in front of him. “I received this, this morning. Do you know anything about it?”

Elwood picked up the piece of paper, read it, and all colour drained from his face.

“Good lord.” His fingers went to his collar, which he loosened. “No, I don’t know anything about it, and I can’t think why this would have been sent to you.”

What else would he say? Owen took a seat, somewhat unwillingly. Over the course of the morning he had steadily become more aggrieved about this. “I’m here to help the development ideas. This,” he prodded the piece of paper that rested on the desk between them, “just makes me wonder what else is going on here that I have to keep my nose out of.”

Flynn Elwood swallowed. “I can see that.” He looked every bit as outraged by it as Owen felt, which made Owen take a step back. As far as he was concerned, Flynn Elwood was still under suspicion. However it was pretty obvious he didn’t approve of the note.

“Any guesses who sent it?”

Elwood pursed his lips and shook his head.

Owen felt like picking him up by his lapels and giving him a good shake. Something was going on in this man’s patch, and yet he appeared to be clueless about it. “You do realise this attitude flies in the face of the Cumbernauld’s chain manifesto?”

“Yes, I do. I can only apologise for you having received this, I have no idea why it would happen. It’s deeply disturbing.”

Owen just about kept a grip on his temper. “I spent some time looking at your booking records this morning before I came up here.”

Elwood just stared at him, as if waiting for the axe to fall.

“The figures look good. Alas your profit margins are falling, but you knew that already.”

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“I’ve tried to find out what’s going on.” Elwood pressed two fingers between his eyebrows and glanced down at the piece of paper from the desk. He shifted and put out his hand, as if to draw the evidence to his side of the desk.

Owen frowned. Without hesitation, he reached over and lifted the note, folding it and putting into his pocket. “As I said, I’ll be keeping my eyes open, and if I receive any more threatening notes like this, it goes straight to the Board of Directors.”

Elwood seemed to age before his eyes. “Is there any way I can prevent that happening?”

“That should be obvious. Find out who sent the bloody thing, and fire them!”

* * * *

Miss Moody looked at the USB Alec was plugging in to Sheila Trent’s computer with a dubious expression. “Does Sheila know you’re taking a copy of the records?”

Luckily, Sheila Trent wasn’t around. Alec had got his USB in there as quickly as possible, taking the opportunity to download the database while the boss-lady was away.

“It’s standard practice. Like I said yesterday, it’s all about ticking boxes. That’s what we are here to do.”

He gave her a big smile. Had he successfully sidestepped her question? After a moment, she nodded.