“Tally.”
She stopped at the door, turning back to him slowly, fighting the compulsion to go to him, to give him what he needed, what they both wanted.
“You’re not fighting me, baby, or Dev. You’re fighting yourself. And I think you’re smart enough to see that.”
“You’re wrong,” she told him softly. “Now, I just left Tweedle Dee in the park with my kneecap imprinted on his balls. Keep fucking with me, and I’ll slam yours up your throat. I’m going back to work now.” She gave the information, pretending she had missed his earlier admission. Revenge was best dealt in surprise, she chuckled to herself.
She swept from the room before he could respond, before she could glimpse any knowledge or emotion in his expression. She had a job to do. A job she enjoyed, and she needed to remember that. Even if Lucian and Dev refused to. And she had revenge to plan. An exacting, satisfying revenge before her fury ended in bloodshed.
Chapter Five
Planning her revenge took a day or two. Tally knew it wouldn’t be easy to separate them, nor would it be easy to convince the other to go along with her. Especially as furious as they had known she was. But she managed it.
Two days later, as Lucian was settling down to a meeting with several military liaisons, Tally picked up a file she had held back the day before and walked into Dev’s office, careful to keep her hand behind her back as she turned the small locking mechanism on the door knob that would automatically secure the door.
“I need you to sign these, Dev,” she told him briskly as she walked over to his desk and moved behind it as though she had no qualms at all in being so near him.
She laid the file on the desk in front of him, opened it and straightened as she turned to look at him.
He didn’t appear interested at all in the papers laid out before him. He was more interested in the fact that several buttons had slid free on her royal blue linen shirt.
“You’ve been in the files again,” he said softly as she glanced down. She knew that was what he would believe. Both brothers, it seemed, immensely enjoyed the fact that the file cabinets managed to strain her blouses until the top buttons slipped their moorings.
She sighed with false impatience. “Of course. Isn’t that the purpose of making me do your filing now? Perhaps you should be the one to button my blouses when it happens.”
A grin tugged at his lips. He shouldn’t be so damned sexy and rakish looking when he smiled like that, she thought, deeply perturbed by it.
“I would be more than willing,” he promised her silkily as he swiveled the chair around to face her and patted his lap. “Sit down here, baby, and let me see what I can do about that pretty blouse.”
She knew he expected her to kick his teeth in for the offer, but rather she sat down sedately on his thigh, staring into his surprised expression with an innocent smile.
“Like this?” she whispered seductively, her body turning into his as one arm came around her back.
“What are you up to?” There was a flicker of suspicion in the jade depths of his gaze as he watched her.
“Me?” she asked him, her eyes narrowing in false anger as she watched him carefully. “Really, Dev. You offered. But if you would prefer not to.” She shrugged her shoulders as she moved to rise, aware that he would catch a glimpse of seductive sheer lace beneath the edges of her bra.
“Now, I didn’t say no.” His arm curved around her back, holding her in place. “I was just questioning your motives, baby. You haven’t exactly been eager to play here lately.”
She would have laughed if she weren’t so determined now.
“Well really, Dev,” she snapped. “The two of you together can be rather intimidating. It’s enough to make even the most jaded of us wary.” She injected just the right amount of irritation and watched with silent glee as his gaze darkened reflectively.
He sighed, shaking his head slowly. “Why don’t I trust you, Tally?” She smiled innocently, blinking up at him with a rare display of charm. She could be charming when she wanted to be. She had done so often in the past.
“Because your balls still carry the imprint of my knee cap?” she asked wickedly.
He chuckled, relaxing marginally. “That could be it.” His hands gripped her waist.
“If you’re serious about the blouse, come here where I can get to you.”
Now how did he manage that? Tally was staring down at him in shock seconds later as she sat on the edge of the desk, her bare buttocks meeting the cool wood as her skirt pooled along the desk around her.
“Sneaky.” There was a vein of grudging respect in her tone. It had been done so smoothly she was unaware of his hands sliding her skirt up her legs as he lifted her.
“Thank you. I thought you would appreciate the move.” He chuckled wickedly as he moved closer. “Let’s see about these buttons now.” Another came undone.
Tally frowned down at him darkly, though silently she crowed in triumph.
“Wrong way, Conover.” She allowed her voice to become breathless, the arousal that was ever-present around them to glitter in her gaze.
“Really?” Another came undone. “Are you sure?” He watched her, gauging her, testing her. She allowed a cool smile of confidence to shape her lips.
“You wouldn’t dare. Lucian would be very put out,” she warned him softly.
“Would he?” he asked her. “Is he busy right now?” She frowned as though not certain. “He was going over contracts before I came in here. Why?”
She pretended ignorance. She was good at that when she needed to be. But if what Lucian had said after her little escapade in the park with Dev was true, then he would feel every touch his brother knew. Tally was going to make certain he felt quite a few touches in the next few minutes.
“Just curious.” He cleared his throat, another button falling victim to his fingers as he pulled the material from the waistband of her skirt. “So, Tally, how much are you wanting to play this afternoon?” he asked her curiously.
“I don’t know, Devril.” She smiled slowly, seductively. “How much control do you think you have?”
He lifted one dark eyebrow mockingly. “Do your worst, baby.” Ohh, a dare. She smiled slowly, her tongue peeking out to lick her lips as she shrugged her shirt from her shoulders, slid from the desktop and straddled one hard, male thigh.
“My worst, huh?” she asked him curiously as she leaned close, her knee pressing, but exerting no pressure to the sensitive area she had nearly abused before.
He cleared his throat. “Pleasure-wise.”
“Of course.” Her fingers went to his shirt, buttons loosening with each breath he took as she leaned forward and allowed her tongue to rim his lips. “Only pleasure, Devril. For now…”
Lucian tensed. Son of a bitch. It was all he could do not to curse aloud as he tried to follow the conversation between Jesse and the General regarding the new military contract they were being offered.
He could feel her. What the hell was Dev doing? He knew better than this. He knew not to allow that little vixen around him alone during business hours. But somehow the conniving little witch had managed to convince him otherwise. And Lucian was stuck.
There wasn’t a chance in hell of escaping the meeting, and no way to stop what he knew was coming.
He felt her kiss, that tempting tongue first rimming the lips then sliding softly, easily, into Dev’s mouth. Heat surged through his body as his cock responded immediately. Hard, demanding, it strained against his slacks as he suffered through the impression of a feast of lips, tongues and breathless moans. Damn them, he was going to kill them both.
He fought to control his breathing. It wouldn’t do to be panting in front of a General, a Senator, a military contractor and, worst of all, Jesse. But he could feel the perspiration gathering on his forehead, the heat whipping through his system.
