Sin and Desire (64 page)

Ethan helped gather my clothes as I waited to catch my breath, while Caleb went out for a smoke. Once I was dressed again, I was stunned when Ethan offered to help me with a final sweep of the library, making sure everything was in order before I locked up for the night.

"Do you really believe any of the crap in these books?" he asked when he found my romance paperback up in the reading lounge. I took it from him with a shrug.

"Illicit romance, charming heroes, great sex?" I pursed my lips, memories of tonight washing over me as I flushed. "Maybe."

We shared a grin, then left the library with his hand on the small of my back, my romance novel tucked snugly in my purse. No matter how hot Dottie and the Count got in the chapters to come, nothing—
nothing—
could compare to Caleb and Ethan in real life. 

If someone had told me at any point in my life that I'd have sex with two eligible billionaires at the same time, I'd probably laugh in their face. First, how the hell would I even meet a single billionaire, let alone two? And second, why would they be interested in me?

That's what my old self would say to me. My new self, however, has decided that anything is possible, and if I wanted to attract good things into my life, I had to put good things out there. Last week, it had kind of worked backwards for me: two billionaires, Caleb and Ethan, wandered into my library close to the end of my shift, hoping to get some research done—and then fucked me better than I've ever been fucked before. Afterward, high on lingering orgasmic vibes, I'd been the friendliest, most helpful library technician possible, making random strangers happy and spreading the joy of books.

I'd initially thought it was a one-off kind of thing: we'd screwed, Ethan and Caleb had given me a ride back to my apartment in Caleb's swanky sports car, and we'd gone our separate ways. Harmless. But then, Ethan had called me a few days ago and asked me to save my Friday night for him and Caleb: they were taking me out on the town. Luckily, my schedule was free, as I worked a day shift at the library instead of a lovely closing one, and I accepted his invitation on the spot. At the time, I couldn't imagine what more they would want with me, but the prospect of being wined and dined by two billionaires was just too exciting to ignore.

They'd picked me up together in Caleb's car, and we'd gone for drinks and dinner. The flow of our conversations were much the same as last time: everything went smoothly, with each man expressing an almost unnerving interest in me and my work life. If this had been some spy novel, I would have been suspicious that they were trying to worm secrets out of me—but really, who else cares about the inner workings of an old library aside from librarians and bookworms who were going gray? Definitely not a pair of billionaires. As I finished my dessert, a crème brûlée with the most exquisitely caramelized topping I'd ever had, I decided to just go with the flow and accept that these men might in fact be interested in
me
.

I'd drank conservatively throughout the meal, preferring to keep my wits about me. When Ethan had suggested we take things back to his place so that we could continue our discussion in private, I figured limited alcohol was probably for the best anyway. Besides, Ethan was the only one really guzzling his alcohol back, his cheeks taking on an adorable pink hue, his brown eyes growing more intense with each drink. Caleb, meanwhile, nursed a single drink—a
mixed
drink at that, so barely a drink at all—through the whole meal, and I felt comfortable with my two glasses of sparkling champagne.

When we'd left the restaurant, I became the focus of the only kind of written word I despised: tabloid journalism. The gossip photographers were out in full-force tonight, capturing us leaving the restaurant as they hurled questions to all three of us. Neither of the men commented on the incident once we were in the car and driving away. I'd suspected that they had just grown accustomed to that kind of attention.

Which, when you thought about it, was pretty sad.

I wasn't the least bit surprised when we pulled into an underground parking lot at one of the most prestigious high-rises in the city.

"I just bought the place this year," Ethan told me as we climbed out of Caleb's car. The blond took my hand and led me toward the elevator across the lot, Caleb following us like a looming dark storm cloud. I glanced over my shoulder at him and smiled, a gesture he returned weakly. Same as before, he was the least exuberant of the pair. Ethan released my hand to press the elevator button, then winked at me. "You should see the new hardwood. Pristine."

"I can't wait," I told him, and I meant it. When else in my life would I have the opportunity to see how the other half lived? Hell, I'd worn my real pearl earrings just so I could fit in with the handsome duo.

It surprised me even less to find Ethan's apartment was the penthouse suite, with the elevator opening up right into his living room. I asked how he stopped "the common folk" from coming up to his floor.

"I don't," he told me, smirking. "Sometimes the common folk make for interesting conversation."

I raised my eyebrows, wondering if he was hinting at me, but then let it go as my curiosity took over. I'd never been in a penthouse before. Never seen marble tiles—real marble—or been in an apartment with an indoor lap pool that overlooked the city. The terrace was probably the size of the first apartment that I rented when I moved to the city a few years ago, and it could probably fit half of my current apartment now.

The pair let me explore unhindered, even around the laundry room and the bathrooms. Everything stunk of high quality, from the faucets to the hardwood in the master bedroom, and I couldn't help but feel a little envious. But then again, being a billionaire probably had some downsides too: the press coverage of our night out wasn't going to be favorable, given the questions they were asking.

Pushing the thought out of my mind, I wandered back to the main hall, where Ethan and Caleb were waiting for three glasses of wine. I took mine happily, taking a sip of the sumptuous red liquid and sighing.

With a hand on my lower back, Ethan steered me away from the entrance foyer to a small sitting room. It was the warmest of all the rooms, with a cozy fireplace, a writing desk, and a few small couches for guests to settle across. As Ethan plopped onto one of the plush cushions, Caleb kneeled in front of the fireplace, pulling a match from a box and striking it against the stone.

"A bit warm for a fire," I noted, arms crossed and wine swirling in my glass. He glanced up at me, those cool eyes wandering my features, then returned to his work without a word. Lips pressed together, I had to wonder if Caleb even liked me at all.

"Sit with me, Veronica," Ethan beckoned, patting the spot beside him. He smiled warmly when our eyes met, and I happily flocked to the beacon of light, leaving behind the storm cloud that was Caleb. The couch was as sumptuous as I expected, and I practically sunk down a whole foot once I was settled. A giggle slipped out as I made myself comfortable, happy to have Ethan's arm wrapped around my shoulders.

We chatted for some time, the three of us nursing our wine at a leisurely pace. Just as before, the conversation flowed easily, with even Caleb contributing here and there. It was in a brief moment of silence, a rarity in the conversation thus far, that Ethan gently took the wine glass from my hand and set it aside. My heartbeat quickened, anticipation over what might become of tonight finally taking over. Still with that warm smile on his lips, he brushed my hair back over my ears, his fingers leaving a trail of little bumps across my skin. Then, wordlessly, he lowered his head to my neck and kissed me. Gently at first, softly, eliciting a breathy moan from me.

I arched my chest out as his hand wandered up my stomach, and then closed my eyes slowly when he cupped my breast. Heat flooded my body, painting my skin in an aroused blush, and when I rubbed my thighs together, my panties had dampened—all from a little innocent kiss, not even on my lips.

What got me the most, actually, was the way Caleb watched us. He'd done it before, back at the library, and there had been something thrilling in the way his cool eyes surveyed the scene before him, like Ethan and I were performers for Caleb's pleasure as well as our own. The thought sent a shiver through me, and I tipped my head forward, tearing my eyes away from Caleb to kiss Ethan. He tasted like wine, as did I probably, and when our lips parted, I sucked on his tongue, milking the lingering flavors of the alcohol out. His hand fisted in my hair, pulling me closer, and my pussy clenched with anticipation as his hand delved lower and lower, until it finally cupped me through my dress.

His kiss was ferocious, fast and heady, and I struggled to keep up
and
enjoy the way he massaged me through the fabric of my dress and panties, his palm rubbing my clit in slow circles even with the material barriers. Unwilling to be a passive participant in our little game, my fingers crept down his toned body and unzipped his pants, finding a hardening cock waiting for me. He groaned into my mouth when I gripped his shaft, sliding my hand up and down slowly, my grip not as tight as it could have been—two could tease, Mr. Billionaire.

Pulling away from me, Ethan cupped my face, his gaze snagging mine. Fire blazed in those brown eyes, much like the flames in the nearby hearth. I reveled in the sight, thrilled to have such power over a man's desires, and swallowed hard as he studied me. It was obvious he liked what he saw, though I couldn't say the same for the third participant in the group. Over my shoulder, I caught Caleb watching us again, his expression neutral.

Then, to my surprise, he leaned forward and said, "Get on your knees and let him fuck your pretty mouth."

My lips parted as I drew in a shaky breath. Never had a man spoken to me like that before—they'd always been respectful. And it wasn't that Caleb sounded disrespectful, but there was something different in his voice, commanding in a way I'd never been commanded before. Wordlessly, I nodded and slid to the ground, then crawled between Ethan's knees with deliberate slowness, totally aware of the way Caleb's eyes followed me. Ha. He might pretend to not enjoy this, but apparently watching from the sidelines was where he preferred to be.

Ethan gave me a hand by unbuckling his belt and pushing his boxers out of the way, his glorious cock springing forward. The tip glistened with pre-cum, and I licked my lips, meeting his fiery stare once more before taking the engorged head in my mouth. He groaned and cursed under his breath at the first touch, his hands on his forehead as he leaned back. I couldn't help but grin.

Teasingly, I ran my tongue from the very tip of that cock right down to the base, then over his balls. He was well-groomed and fresh smelling, as if he'd prepared for this in particular tonight, and that was something I could appreciate. Gripping him firmly at the base of his cock, I slid my mouth over the tip again and down, taking him in until my mouth met my hand. I then bobbed up and down, my tongue swirling around the sensitive head, pumping my fist in tandem with my mouth.

The sounds he made spurred me on, but not as much as Caleb's heated stare did. Finally, the ice had thawed, and when I glanced to the side to study him, I noticed the hungry way he watched us—and that he'd taken his cock out and had started slowly massaging the impressive length. Up and down his hand went, slower than my head, and I suddenly wished it was his cock in my mouth, not Ethan's.

But it was then that Ethan gripped my hair and started moving me at his preferred pace. Faster. Harder. His cock hitting the back of my throat. My panties were totally soaked at this point, my excitement practically leaking down my thighs, and my eyes met Ethan's as he fucked my face, reminding me why I enjoyed him so much in the first place. Ethan was fire, while Caleb was a storm—both were powerful in their own ways, and both were easy to appreciate in their own ways.

I tried to get Caleb to join us, arching my ass in the air, desperate for someone to pinch or lick my clit, but he stayed on the couch the whole time. Watching. Stroking himself. By the time Ethan came, my knees ached and my eyes watered, but I swallowed his salty cum with satisfaction—again, it was a thrill to hold such power over a man, particularly one who was, in everyday life, much more powerful than me.

Once he removed his hands from my hair, I fell back, panting, my pussy all but throbbing with need. Someone needed to touch me, and Ethan was in no state currently to do much. If Caleb just planned to watch, I was happy to give him a show. Falling forward onto all fours, I pulled my dress up and my panties down, my ass on full display for him, and started to massage my swollen clit. I groaned, my cheek pressed to the carpet, as pleasure flooded me with just the slightest of touches, and I was sure it wouldn't take more than a minute or two of rubbing and pinching and massaging the little bud at the apex of my thighs before I screamed an orgasm into the floor.

When I stole a peek at him, I noticed Caleb had stopped touching himself. In fact, he seemed so wrapped in what I was doing that his poor hard cock sat in his hand, waiting for someone to fuck it. I licked my lips, happy to oblige. However, before I could turn and crawl toward him like I wanted, with a sway in my hips and a lusty look in my eyes, Caleb was off the couch and coming toward me. Determined. Stern. I opened my mouth to comment on him having his way with me, still hoping to be seductive, but he picked me up by my waist and carried me across the room instead. Throwing me on to the writing desk, he spread my legs forcefully and stepped between them, then thrust two fingers into my dripping pussy.