Lillian Feisty

Strong. She had to be for her job. Her position required total dominance. She needed to be stronger than the most overbearing man working for her.

Every day she covered her long, brown hair in a handkerchief and dressed in unflattering chef’s pants. She wore hideous black, non-slip shoes that felt heavy and awkward, masculine. She played her part, a role that made it too easy to forget she was still a woman.

She glanced at the black stilettos on her feet. She’d bought them just for tonight. The things were killing her, but they made her feel sexy, alluring.

Jo pulled back to look into her eyes. His expression was dead serious. “I’m not lying. You’re amazing. Walker and I discussed it at length. Discussed you at length.”

She peeked over Jo’s shoulder and caught a glimpse of Walker. Her stomach dropped at the way he was staring at her. At them. Her legs trembled when she caught the spark of desire burning in his eyes.

Jo’s hand was on the small of her back as he pulled her against the length of his body. She closed her eyes and took a deep, calming breath.

This was it. It was happening. When she felt his lips softly brush against hers, she welcomed it, opened her mouth and met his tongue.

Her knees went weak but he held her steady. They kissed that way for what must have been minutes, exploring each other’s mouth, knowing all the while Walker was watching them.

Walker. His gaze on their mouths set her sex on fire. For some reason being watched by Walker turned her on even more than the actual kiss.

Jo. He was walking her backwards until she hit an obstacle. It was the half-wall, topped by a scrolling iron rail that separated the bar area from the dance floor. Although her back was turned she knew Walker was sitting just on the other side, only inches from her.

And still Jo kissed her, deeper now as his hands went gliding over her ribcage, her sides, until he gripped her hips.

Her limbs went liquid when she felt Walker’s hand caress her head, petting her hair for a minute before he gathered a handful and pulled. She gasped, astonished at how the abrupt pain made her sex pulse.

Jo released her mouth to skim his warm, moist lips over her neck, her collarbone. Her heart hammered in time to the steady beat of dance music as he continued to taste her skin.

Walker tugged her hair, forcing her head to tilt back over the railing. The diffused lighting was dim, but anyone could see them. Anyone could see her melting under the touch of these two men. Anyone could see the way she spread her legs so Jo could step between them. Anyone could see the way her chest rose and fell in a rushed rhythm.

For a second Chloe worried that someone she knew would catch a glimpse of her behavior, but she pushed the concern aside. In the dim light, no one was likely to recognize the woman in the flirty dress and teased hair.

And it was sinful how the idea of people watching them encouraged her behavior. Lowering her lids, she imagined eyes on her, aroused by what they saw. Two men making love to one incredibly fortunate woman.

She moaned aloud as she felt Walker’s free hand encircle her throat, holding her tight with the grip he had on her hair and her neck.

“Chloe?” Walker’s voice was a warm question in her ear.

“Yes,” she panted.

“Is this what you want?”

Last chance. If she was going to walk away this was the time to do it. She took a deep breath, exhaled.

Jo looked at her, his green eyes dark and serious and wanting. She jerked a nod. “Yes. I want you. Both of you.”

And she did.