Free Sharing Nicely by Victoria Blisse

company and until I get word there’s not much else I can do on this deal.” Greg looked the most relaxed I’d ever seen him, sitting there on my sofa and eating the breakfast he’d just prepared for us. He had on dark denim jeans and a bright white T-shirt, which didn’t have a spot of food on it. If I cooked, I ended up with more of the ingredients on me than in the pan.
    We chatted and ate, indulging in a deeply intimate and domestic scene. Unbidden, the memory of what Darren and I had got up to in the bar the night before crept up on me and guilt lay in the pit of my stomach. How did women do it? Juggle more than one man? If I could just keep my emotions separate like I kept the boys apart then it would all be okay, but as I looked at Greg and tried to take in all he told me, all I could feel was the imprint of Darren’s hands on my hips.
    “Oh, I’m full.” I made a show of patting my tummy when Greg had finished his tale. I put down my cutlery and sat back on the chair. “Thanks so much for that.”
    “You’re welcome.” He got to his feet.
    “Oh no, please, I’ll tidy up. It’s the least I can do.”
    “No, I made the mess, I’ll clean it.” He grinned. “You just disappear into that bedroom and prepare yourself for a damn good fucking because, Kerry, I am desperate for you.”
    How do you answer a statement like that? I was stunned and horny, very horny.
    “Oh, I’ll go for a quick shower then.” I finally strung together something approaching a sentence. “Hurry up, though. I’m desperate for you too.”
    I rushed into my room and the en suite, dropped my clothes then slipped into the shower and switched on the water. I danced from foot to foot as I waited for it to warm up. I felt the icy blasts and wished they’d erase the guilt I felt over fucking Darren the night before.
    As the water warmed I berated myself. I was being silly—I wasn’t in a relationship with Greg or Darren. I was a free agent and it was fine for me to enjoy myself with both of the billionaires. Like buses, you wait for a hot, rich man to sweep you off your feet and two come along at once. I laughed bitterly and scrubbed at my skin.
    I had forced thoughts of Darren to the back of my mind until I saw the bruise over my left hip. I didn’t know exactly what had caused it but I was certain it’d happened the night before.
    I stared at it for a while, scrubbed at it, even though it hurt, and wished it’d disappear. Why couldn’t I forget Darren? I had Greg right there with me. I told myself to stop being silly and focus on one tasty man at a time.
    I turned off the shower and dried myself. I had just slipped into a light silken nightie when Greg walked in. I was glad I’d spent a few minutes sweeping up all my strewn, dirty clothes into the laundry basket since he’d already tidied up the rest of the flat for me. I was worried he’d want to clean my bedroom too and maybe he’d change his mind about fucking me.
    “Hey.” He walked across the room towards me.
    “Hey,” I replied and felt the heat sweep up my neck and across my cheeks. He appraised me and the short, slinky shift I was wearing. I felt vulnerable and weak as he visually devoured me inch by inch.
    “God, you’re gorgeous,” he growled. He pulled me into him and held me tight.
    I let out a deep, shuddering breath of relief when my insecurities stopped screaming in the back of my mind and I let myself enjoy the feel of his arms around me.
    “I’m so glad you think so,” I whispered and kissed the skin just above his collarbone, “because you’re so hot I just want to grab you and hold you and do wicked things to you every single time I see you.”
    “Really?” He moved a strong arm from around me and used a finger to tip up my chin and bring my gaze to meet his.
    “Yes, really,” I replied. My heart thumped erratically. I didn’t know why I’d felt the need to confess such a thing, and I worried that maybe it was too much, that maybe I