Not that Tally hadn’t tried to escape, more than once. Thankfully, the work involved in keeping notes on the meeting as well as helping to clear the office later had kept her there.
“Tally, make a note to contact Jesse regarding the new chips we’ll need for the Anderhaul project. That one should go quickly and make us a tidy little profit to boot.”
“Noted.” She made the addition to her notebook, tucking back a stray strand of long black silk that had fallen over her shoulder.
Lucian paused, watching her. She was small, small enough that he wondered if she could possibly handle both he and Devril taking her at once. They were both tall, broad men. Tally was delicate, exquisitely curved with full br**sts and luscious hips, but tiny all the same. It never ceased to amaze him the hunger he felt for her. She wasn’t the type of woman he had thought his heart would eventually settle on. She was smart–mouthed, coolly mocking, and possessed a razor-edged wit that had often left him gritting his teeth and fuming in anger. On the other hand, she made him so damned horny he could barely breathe comfortably, and he knew she did the same to Devril.
There was the crux of the matter. Unlike the other members of The Club, sharing his woman wouldn’t be an occasional thing. He had learned early in life that the bond he shared with his twin would never allow for anything so conventional. The moment they set eyes on Tally, both men had known instantly what they wanted from her. She wouldn’t have one lover, but two, nightly, daily, because she owned both their hearts.
Lucian glanced at his brother, sensing his building arousal, just as he knew Devril would sense his own. It was a connection they had grown used to over the years and Lucian knew he wouldn’t wish it any other way. Just as he knew that eventually it might cost them the woman they loved.
His gaze returned to her, watching as she began to straighten the files scattered across the low coffee table of the meeting area. Her skirt was conservative, the black silk ending an inch below her knees. Black pumps fit over her small feet, low heeled, sedate. She exuded class and breeding, old money and genteel sensibilities. Unless you glimpsed the parts she kept carefully hidden.
Jaded. It was her Internet identity, but there were times Lucian suspected it also described her outlook on relationships and men. She was, at heart, a sexual little wildcat who had given up on the fulfillment of her own fantasies. Fantasies Lucian and Devril were determined to bring to life.
Lucian turned the lock on the office door decisively. The snick of the small mechanism had Tally tensing, her head rising slowly as she gazed back at him. Her ni**les hardened instantly. He was watching for that, needed to see it.
Devril lounged back on the wide couch watching her as well, though leaving the first move up to Lucian.
“Unbutton your blouse,” Lucian ordered softly as he began to advance on her. “Slowly.”
“Do I look like your personal stripper?” she asked archly, amusement glittering in her gaze.
She had been expecting this. He could see it in her eyes, in the excitement that pulsed at the vein in her neck.
“If that’s what I want,” he said carefully. “We’re about to lay some ground rules here, Tally.” He watched the heat ignite in her eyes, the way her br**sts seemed to swell beneath the silk of her shirt.
“Oh, we are?” she questioned him softly. “Your rules, I’ll presume?”
He shook his head slowly. “Our rules, Tally. Never just mine or Dev’s. All of us. We’re alone now. No business, no witnesses. No more games. Come on, baby, don’t you at least want to see how good it could be?” He kept his voice soft, gentle.
Tally was an expert with the comebacks. She could hold her own in any confrontation. He didn’t want their relationship to be a confrontation. He wanted her sweet and wild in his arms, his name a cry on her lips.
She blinked before licking her lips in the first sign of nervousness he believed he had ever seen out of her as she considered his words.
“We can’t go on like this, baby,” he told her gently, watching her, letting her see the need now. “It’s your choice. If you walk out of here now, then that’s it. No more. We’ve never forced ourselves on a woman in our lives. We won’t start now.”
She drew in a deep, hard breath.
“And if I choose to stay?” she asked him.
“Then you get both of us. Separately, together, however we wish it, any given time when work doesn’t interfere. This won’t work like Jesse and Terrie’s relationship, or James and Ella’s. Devril and I share, Tally, consistently, regularly.”
She looked around the office then. “Do you guys ever do anything sexual outside the office?” she asked.
“If the opportunity presented itself,” Devril said. “Unfortunately, you were hiding this past weekend. It limited the choices.”
Her gaze flickered to Devril a bit nervously.
“Come on, baby, unbutton the blouse,” Dev asked her then, rather than ordering her. “We’ll begin here.”
Chapter Nine
Tally barely controlled the trembling of her fingers as she pulled her blouse free of her skirt. She kept each movement seductive, sedate. Excitement raced through her body, but that was no reason not to enjoy the experience. She had no idea what they intended and the jittery excitement that caused was making her uncomfortably aware of her entire body. Especially the area between her thighs. She was wetter than she could ever remember being during a sexual situation and it was close to frightening.
As the hem of her blouse cleared her skirt, she cast them a teasing look from beneath her lowered lashes. They were hot, horny. Their faces were flushed with arousal, their eyes brimming with it. She loved it. It was her greatest challenge, controlling these two men.
She began loosening the buttons slowly, watching as their eyes followed each movement, their hands clenching into fists as they fought for control of their own desires. Electrified excitement raced through her veins. Anticipation built in waves of sensual awareness as she performed the daring, taunting little striptease.
She had worn only a demi-bra beneath her blouse; the sheer navy lace did little to hide the gold hoops that pierced her distended ni**les. With her shirt unbuttoned, very little would be hidden from their gazes.
They stood side-by-side now, only a few feet between them and her as the last button slid free and the edges of her shirt parted. She watched them closely, aware of the sexual tension, the blistering aura of energy that seemed to leap from them and surround her.