They were both panting, but Daphne hadn’t come for him yet. Taking control, he moved her to the bed and settled a pillow beneath her hips, spreading her lips open.
“What are you doing?”
“I want to watch.”
His cum appeared at her entrance and he reached out, working his fingers through her wet slit. “So fucking sexy.”
“You’re dirty.”
“The best things in life are dirty.” He brought his fingers to her clit, stroking over it. “Come for me, beautiful. Let me watch.”
He teased her bud, pinching her nipples, waking her body up. She was so sensitive as he brought her closer to release.
“That’s it, scream my name, baby,” he said.
Daphne did as he told her and she came hard. He smiled, watching her come apart. After climbing off the bed, he grabbed his towel, cleaned her up, and joined her. He wrapped an arm around her.
“You really don’t mind sharing?” she asked.
“I don’t mind at all. I can’t wait to see how this is all going to pan out.” He kissed her neck. “For now, just sleep. Don’t worry or stress out. Just rest.” He kissed her shoulder. She was still tense.
Being with Daphne was the best thing that had ever happened to him. He loved it and knew no matter what, he had to make sure this worked for all four of them.
****
“Did anyone ever tell you it’s not polite to sneak away?” Dean asked in the hallway.
Daphne put a hand to her chest. “You scared me.”
“And you’re way too easy to read. So you spent the night with Micah. How was that for you?”
She looked back at the door and took a deep breath. “It was fine,” she whispered and put a hand to her mouth. “Keep it down.”
“Why? You don’t want him to know you’re sneaking out?”
She looked at him and then shook her head. “I don’t have time for this. I’ve got important stuff that needs to be happening.”
He snorted but decided to follow her.
Daphne went to the kitchen and he took a seat at the table.
“Why are you following me?” she asked.
“I was curious to see where your important work was happening.”
“Coffee is important.”
“So, two down, one to go,” Dean said.
“Don’t,” Daphne said. “I don’t know what came over me yesterday or today, or any other day that you’ve been here. This isn’t some game, and I’m not playing anymore.”
“So, you use me to get rid of your V-card and now I’m nothing to you.”
“Oh, please, I bet you screw a lot of girls and have popped a lot of cherries. Do you want coffee?”
“Being the polite manager never leaves you, does it?”
“Do you or not?”
“I do.”
She grabbed two cups. The shorts she wore were on backward, but the top was fine.
“I’ve never slept with any other virgin, Daphne. You’re my first one.”
“You expect me to believe that?”
“I’ve been with experienced women, babe. In case it escaped your notice, a hymen doesn’t grow back.”
“That’s disgusting.” She scrunched up her nose and he watched her turn back to the coffee pot. He loved her ass, but he also enjoyed her face.
“Did Micah treat you right?”
“I don’t want to talk about it,” she said.
“Why not?”
She poured out two large cups of coffee and came over to him. She went to put his down on the coffee table, but he captured her arm. “Sit with me,” he said.
“I need to go and do things.”
“What you’re doing is avoiding the inevitable. Sit with me and we’ll talk. No sex. No touching.”
She hesitated, and he kicked out a chair for her to sit.
Slowly, she lowered her ass into the chair. “You wanted to talk, talk.”
“Eric.”
She tensed up.
“What about him?”
Dean didn’t like the coffee she had to offer but picked it up and took a sip, schooling his features so she wouldn’t know he found it repulsive.
“Do you like him?”
“I don’t know him.”
“You don’t know me or Micah, yet we’ve both fucked you and we’ve done a lot more than watch you masturbate. Eric was the first to lick your pussy. What’s the problem?”
She laughed. “If this is the kind of conversation you want to have, screw this. I don’t have to talk to you.”
“No, you don’t. He’s my best friend, and if it wasn’t for Eric, we wouldn’t be here.”
“According to my people, you booked the rooms.”
“He was the one who wanted to find you.”
She slammed her coffee cup on the table. “What the hell do you want from me?” she asked.
“I want you to give Eric a chance.”
“I don’t want to give any of your any chances. This, whatever the hell this is, it’s not normal. You bullied me. All three of you, and suddenly, I’m the one falling into bed with you. It’s not fucking right.” She went to get to her feet, but he leaned forward, putting his hands on her thighs and stopping her there.
“Get your hands off me.”
“No. I’m not hurting you. I get that you’re pissed. I would be too, in your position, but this is the last time I’m going to say anything.” He took a deep breath. The temptation to push his hands up between the apex of her thighs and touch her sweet cunt was so high, but he held himself back.
“Say what you have to say and then let me leave,” she said.
He stroked her thigh, seeing the answering spark in her gaze.
She could deny him all she wanted, but it
