Free Their Proposition by Charisma Knight Page B

had to be in control. Nick chuckled causing her eyes to turn to him.
    “An invitation for me to bend you over the bed and pound the living hell out of that tight little pussy of yours.” He leaned across the ledge. “I can think of plenty of ways to—put you in your place,”
    he whispered without blinking. “You know what you need?” He paused, giving her a chance to answer. When she didn’t, he
    continued. “You need to be tied down while I’m smacking that ass of yours, hard!” He leaned in closer. “Nick can stuff his cock in your mouth so we aren’t subjected to your cries of pain.” His lips curved into a slight smile. “Then, after I’ve tenderized your ass, I’ll take you from behind, and fuck you raw. Keep messing with me, Melanie, I’ll make damned sure your ass is walking funny when I’m through with you!”
    She stood her ground, soaked panties and all. “Do you always have to be in control, Pete?” she asked. He’d painted a pretty picture for her; she had no doubt that he could make her walk funny after a passionate night of sex.
    “Yeah, I do,” he shot back quickly, with a penetrating gaze.
    “Looks like you’re out of control to me, Melanie.”
    Nick laughed out loud. “You two, simmer down.” He poked his buddy in the side with an elbow. “Come on, man, we’ll take one of the guest offices in the back.” He checked his watch. “We’ve got conference calls in half an hour.”
    “No, I want this conference room here, next to her,” Pete said as he strolled over and peeked in. “Looks like no one’s using it.” He glanced over at her. Melanie’s temper was rising. Right now she wanted to kick dude in the kneecap.
    “That’s if it’s all right with Ms. Carruthers,” Pete added and cocked his head to the side.
    “Fine by me,” she replied with a sigh. Damn! She’d never be able to go to her favorite social networking site with those two birds peeking over her shoulder. It was a slow day in the office, but she didn’t want them to know she was just sitting at the front desk goofing off. Besides, that was none of their business. They didn’t need to know every little aspect of her life.
    “Maybe, if you’re nice, we’ll treat you to lunch,” Nick chimed in. “Might even take you to that fancy Japanese place down on Snowden River Parkway.”
    She wanted to slap the shit of Pete when she heard him
    chuckle. Yeah, they were fucking with her. “No thanks, I’ve got lunch,” she replied as the men went into the conference room. Nick came back out and sat in one of the chairs across from her cubicle.
    “Mind brewing us some coffee?” Pete asked as he emerged
    from the conference room, after setting up his laptop.
    Something snapped inside her, but she fought to maintain her cool. The jerk knew damned well she didn’t brew coffee. Her face flushed when a certain memory came to her. Pete got off on her wearing the French maid outfit he’d bought for her. Before sex, she pretended she was his maid, while Nick watched. She’d brew coffee and bring it to them. As she poured his coffee, he’d run his hands up and down her body and would slowly undress her, until she wore nothing with the exception of her spiked black heels and thigh-high fishnets.
    “You know damn well what I meant, woman,” Pete said with
    an agitated sigh.
    “Yeah, I know, but I’m not interested,” she said, quickly
    turning her head, for fear he’d call her bluff.
    “Why are you in denial?” Too late. Pete moved so he was right in front of her. “Do you have to make everything so difficult?”
    “Don’t you have work to do?” she shot back, placing her hands on her hips. Pete’s face was stern, and his eyes narrowed.
    He wanted to say something smart, but he held back.
    Scratching his head, he sighed throwing back his shoulders. “Listen, I need an admin in New Jersey.”
    A spark ignited in her loins at the thought of the three of them alone.
    “Come on, you’ll enjoy the trip.”