Chapter 3
Chapter three
Hunter
Where are you?
I peer over the second-floor balcony, my gaze flicking around the company holiday party as I search for our girl.
Our girl.
I'm filled with the frantic energy of someone who is about to live out a four-year fantasy, pacing like a caged lion waiting for his next meal.
Mark is in the conference room behind me, preparing for his portion of the evening, and Paul has shut himself away in his office, which is necessary but annoying. I need him to process this situation quickly and get on board stat. We don't have time for melodramatics.
He's not worried about being sued. Nope, he's worried about getting his heart broken, but that infuriating man has been obsessed with Skylar for years. He hasn’t dated anyone else since he first set eyes on her, and he's going to let it pass by just to prove a point? I think not.
This isn't just about tonight.
I crossed my fingers when I promised Skylar one night. The truth is, we plan to lock her in for a lifetime. But first, we need to make her fall in love with all three of us. Easy-peasy.
I scan the room again, anxiously seeking the treasure, and then suddenly, she's here.
Standing by the elevators, looking like sin and sunshine in a festive dark red wrap dress, with a modest plunge to her neckline.
Her ample cleavage is hidden, and my hands itch with the desire to unwrap her like a present.
I've tracked her spending over the last week, and I was shocked to see the first purchases on the company card we sent her just today.
One charge at a spa. Another at a women's clothing store, which I'm guessing is the result of tonight's sexy number.
And a third and final charge at a lingerie store, which has had me salivating in anticipation all afternoon.
Mark and I have already worked out our plan for the evening.
I get to greet her, but I'm not allowed to fuck her yet.
We knew Paul was going to be resistant and probably pout in the corner for most of the night until we got her going.
Once that happens, he won't be able to hold back, and he'll come in and do what he does best. He's like a director-participant extraordinaire, and we all benefit from his vision.
Mark and I have decided that our job is to have her as wound up as possible by the time we get her in front of his eyes. Win-win for everyone.
I glide through the party, my gaze zeroed in on her, which means I get a ringside seat when Aaron from accounting approaches her and offers to take her coat.
Gritting my teeth, I increase my pace.
Aaron is a tool. We've discussed firing him with HR multiple times, but he's litigious, so we've decided to hold off as long as possible.
However, the way his hands linger on her shoulders makes me more than willing to deal with a lawsuit.
And if he moves his hand to her lower back, he'll be lucky if my rap sheet doesn't include assault charges.
Note to HR: Aaron is fired on Monday. Happy New Year, asshole.
When Aaron turns away with Skylar’s coat, I rush in and grab her hand, pulling her into the stairwell with me.
I don't even look through the little window to see his reaction when she's disappeared into thin air like a figment of his imagination.
"Hi, doll. Fancy meeting you here."
Skylar grins up at me. "Glad to know it was you behind the messages. I mean, you sent me the proof, but I still had my doubts."
I quirk an eyebrow at her. This woman has been my obsession for the past four years. Four years, two months, thirteen days, and eight hours, to be exact, starting from the moment we first interviewed her. I knew she was it after one conference call.
Something in her voice—a lightness mixed with sensuality and intelligence—had my dick responding immediately. And when it turned out she looked like this? I was a goner. And unsurprisingly, Mark was too.
The shocking revelation was that Paul was also over the moon about her. Although I don't think he admitted it to himself as quickly as Mark and I did.
It's been a long time since the three of us have been interested in the same person. The few times it's worked out in the past, our mutual interest has lasted a night or two.
But none of us can stop thinking about Skylar. Weeks won’t be enough.
We want her for a lifetime.
I run the pad of my thumb over her soft, plump bottom lip, and her eyes sparkle with excitement.
My cock thickens in my pants
"You ready to have some fun?" I ask, my voice husky.
She nods, a little shy, and it's like catnip to me.
I slam my mouth to hers, sealing our fate together with a kiss that steals my breath. The simple touch of her lips on mine has my heart pounding. My cock stands at attention as her soft curves press flush against my body.
I back her against the wall, lifting her arms over her head. Holding her wrists with one hand, I skim the other hand over her waist and hip.
She bites her lip. "Oh, God."
With her pinned in place, I look down at her glorious cleavage.
As her chest heaves, her tits lift toward me, rising like an offering from the goddess herself.
I brush my lips over hers, barely touching, and she tries to lean forward to kiss me.
When I won't let her, she gives me a dirty look and throws her head back in sexy frustration.
I gaze at her, loving to tease, and her sultry smile makes me want to get down on one knee and propose.
I want you to have my baby, Skylar.
I freeze for a second, waiting for her reaction in case I said it out loud. I didn't. But someday, I will.
"Are you going to have your way with me, Mr. Price?" Her voice is smooth and silky, like fine chocolate or a well-aged scotch.
"Oh, Ms. Miller. What I wouldn't give to take you right here. But alas, there are rules for tonight. And even I have to follow them."
Skylar furrows her brow. "What kind of rules? More than what I read in the sex brief?"
I throw my head back and laugh loudly. "Sex brief, yes.
That's exactly right. We've given you the rules we want you to know.
" I lean forward, kissing and sucking along the soft skin of her neck, feeling her pulse racing beneath my lips.
"But we have other rules, and if you follow them, you will be rewarded. "
She raises an eyebrow, turning her chin to look at me with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Who gets me first?"
Oh, God. So ready to play. This woman is going to be the death of me. Or, better yet, the life.
I slide my hand up her thigh and use my foot to spread her legs a little farther. Her breath catches as my knuckle grazes the silky fabric of her panties, already soaked through from just a kiss.
"Mark gets to taste you here." I slip my finger over the top of the elastic, finding the hard bud at the top of her seam.
Skylar whimpers, and I pause, waiting to see if she wants me to stop. Her eyes fly open, and we lock gazes. She thrusts her hips against my hand, urging me to go on.
I smile, my eyes on her mouth. I can't wait to have my cock between those lips.
Leaning forward, I kiss her hard again, my tongue tangling with hers as I move my finger in small circles against her clit.
She spreads her legs wider and lifts one around my hip as she moans into my mouth. I swallow her sounds like they're nourishment, grinding my hard cock against her hip.
"What do you get first?" she asks breathlessly, her swollen lips like plump little trophies.
"Oh, sweetness." I tap her bottom lip. "I get to be the first to stick my cock in your perfect mouth."
She whimpers, panting hard. "Now?"
I bite my lip, pleased she's so eager. Fucking perfect. Such a good girl.
Paul will salivate when he sees her on display. Stupid self-righteousness is going to hold him back, but he’ll come around. He won't be able to help himself. I can feel it.
I remove my fingers from her panties, bringing them to my mouth. Her pure honey tastes like fucking heaven.
"Don't tell Mark," I warn.
She grins, shaking her head in mock disappointment.
I lower my zipper, and her eyes widen.
"Here?" she breathes. "Couldn't somebody walk into this stairwell?"
I nod. "Yes. They could. At any second. They’ll see your beautiful, wet mouth wrapped around my cock and know you’re mine."
She grins. "Yes, sir."
I release her arms, and she moves immediately. As she drops to her knees, she brings my pants down a bit farther, and my hard cock springs free.
Her eyes widen further. "Oh, look at how big and strong you are," she coos.
Fuck. My hand goes to the back of her head. How did she know I like praise?
Her tongue darts out, swiping at the tip of my cock, which is dripping for her. Not tentatively, but teasingly. "Oh, you're such a big, strong man."
Holy fuck. I bite my lip, staring down at the goddess on her knees in front of me. I’m not worthy, yet when she wraps her mouth around the head, the only thing I can think about is how much I wish I were inside her tight pussy right now.
She bobs against me, taking me deep and pulling back, using her hand to pump me.
Her tongue swirls, catching that spot underneath that drives me insane.
I brace one palm against the wall as I stare down at her.
She looks up at me through her lashes, and we lock eyes as I thrust my cock between her lips.
"Oh, fuck," I pant, the familiar ache of my orgasm barreling down on me as she cups my balls.
"Oh, baby, yes." I lean my head against the wall, watching her head bob back and forth on my cock, thinking about the rest of our plans for the night.
After two more swirls, she takes me deep and swallows over and over. Her throat milks me, and I'm a goner.
"Oh, fuck!" I come with a roar, shooting my load down the back of her throat, dreaming about later when it will be her pussy. I stroke the back of her head, allowing myself a brief fantasy of her belly swollen with my child.
All three of us have a breeding kink, a fact that has freaked out the few other women we've shared before. But something tells me that it will take a lot to scare off Skylar.
Our future with her is written in the stars.
She swallows every last drop, licking her lips and planting a small kiss on the tip of my cock.
If I thought I was in love before, now I want to give her my fortune and introduce her to my mother.
What she says next almost makes me drop to my knees and worship the ground she walks on.
"Are you allowed to fuck me now?"