“Present your ass to me, boy.” Stellan’s chest rose and fell almost violently, and Dietrich could see the feral lust reflected back at him. Stellan did as he was asked, and Dietrich ran a hand over his mouth as his sub spread his muscular thighs apart. His balls swung slightly between his legs. Dietrich turned and walked to his bedside table and pulled the drawer open. He took out a bottle of lube and a condom. He turned back to Stellan and fell to his knees behind the man. He set the items on the floor and reached around to grip Stellan’s shaft. He stroked the steel encased velvet and gave it several quick tugs. He loved the rumble that spilled from Stellan’s chest. The slick fluid that spilled from the tip of his sub’s dick covered his hand before dripping on the floor.

  “My, my, boy. You must really want it, don’t you?”

  Stellan’s voice hitched as he said, “Yes, Master. I want it badly.”

  Dietrich tightened his hand around his cock and said, “Tell me what you want.”

  “I want your big dick in my ass, Master.”

  “Mmm, such a good boy.” Dietrich let go of Stellan, grabbed the condom off the ground, and quickly sheathed himself. He picked up the lube, poured a generous amount in his palm and worked it over his erection. Next he tilted the bottle upside down and let the clear fluid drip down the top of Stellan’s ass and into the shadowed crease. He set the tube aside and moved closer. Spreading the cheeks apart he used his thumb to spread the fluid around the tight hole then pressed the digit inside. Stellan lifted his hips for more, and Dietrich slapped his disobedient sub’s ass hard. “Did I say you could move, boy?”

  Stellan panted out, “No, Master.”

  “If you don’t obey I have a mind to work you over and refuse to allow you to come.” He slapped his ass again. “Do you want that, boy?”

  “No, Master. Please let me come.”

  Dietrich pressed his thumb further into the hole until he reached the second knuckle. He pumped in and out, fucking Stellan’s anus but needing to bury his cock in the tight cavern. He could see his sub’s cock bobbing hard and strong between his legs. Pre-cum continued a steady trickle down to the floor. It was an erotic sight and had Dietrich no longer able to tease Stellan. Keeping his ass open with one hand, he placed the crown of his erection at the knot of tight tissue and worked himself inside his sweet sub. Stellan knew to bear down to let him in. With every inch Dietrich pushed in more sweat broke out along his body. Stellan was slick with perspiration as well, and Dietrich didn’t stop himself from leaning forward and dragging his tongue up Stellan’s spine. He groaned at the salty, clean flavor that exploded in his mouth.

  “So hot and tight, boy.” He pushed the last few inches in until his balls slapped Stellan’s. They both grunted aloud, and Dietrich let go of Stellan’s ass only to grip his waist. With a firm hold on Stellan he pulled out slowly, allowing his lover to grow accustomed to his penetration. After a few measured strokes Dietrich let loose. He pounded Stellan’s ass until their combined sounds of ecstasy filled the room. The rhythmic clenching of his inner muscles spurred Dietrich on, and had him pumping his hips faster and harder.

  “You’re a good boy, aren’t you?”

  “Yes, Master. God, yes.”

  “Who do you belong to?”

  Stellan breathed out, “You, Master.”

  “Who does this ass belong to, boy?” Dietrich slapped the body part in question.

  “You, Master. It is all for you.” The sound of Stellan’s deep voice had Dietrich groaning in pleasure and increasing his speed to the nth degree.

  “Do you want to come, sub?”

  Stellan groaned out, “So badly, Master.”

  Dietrich reached around his broad chest and moved down Stellan’s six-pack until he grabbed hold of his steely dick. It only took a few pumps before Stellan was begging for release. He wasn’t going to make his sub suffer, at least not anymore tonight. “Fucking come.” Stellan’s forehead went forward and hit the bathroom door right before he came all over Dietrich’s hand. He didn’t stop pumping his fist over his sub’s pulsating dick or thrusting his shaft into Stellan’s ass until he was grunting out his own release. Taking hold of Stellan’s shoulder Dietrich pulled him forcefully onto his dick until every inch of him was inside his lover. After several moments his climax receded. He took a moment to suck in some much needed air before he pulled out. Resting his head in the center of his sub’s back, Dietrich closed his eyes and let the post-orgasmic bliss wash through him.

  “You’re such a good boy.” He smoothed his hands down Stellan’s side and kissed his sweat-slicked shoulder blade.

  “Thank you, Master.”

  Dietrich rose and removed Stellan’s restraints before discarding the condom. After helping his lover into the king-sized bed he went into the bathroom and cleaned himself up. He would have run a bath for Stellan, but he knew his sub would need some down-time, and all he wanted to do right down was be close to his sub. He went back in the room and lay beside Stellan. The other man curled his big body around his, and Dietrich ran his hands along Stellan’s bottom and thighs, stroking the marks he left on his body. He let his eyes drift closed. Peace and serenity washed through him, as it always did after he played with his submissive. But instead of sleep consuming him, all he thought about was how sweet the feeling would be when he had both Stellan and Blythe.

  Chapter Six

  The time was going by so fast that Blythe couldn’t keep up. Already two weeks had passed in a blur. Dietrich’s schedule was packed on paper, but actually following him and making sure they were where they needed to be at the right time brought hectic to a whole other level. Just today alone they had been to a breakfast meeting, two afternoon merger proposals, a lunch meeting, and now they had a dinner party for a business proposal. Blythe was already exhausted. Her feet ached something fierce, and she still had a full night ahead of her. The only thing that made her get through this was the fact she had the morning off. There were no meetings scheduled until one in the afternoon, so she might actually get to sleep in.

  She finished putting in the pearl earrings she had bought with Dietrich’s black AMEX. When she went shopping with Alberta, one of Dietrich’s contacts in Portugal, she had gawked at the prices on the items he wanted her to buy. Everything was expensive and elaborate, and Blythe had felt guilty buying them, but that little voice inside of her was buried under the mound of clothing that Alberta had piled in her arms.

  Smoothing her hands down the periwinkle colored cocktail dress, Blythe took a step back and appraised herself in the bathroom mirror. Her blonde hair was swept to the side and pinned in a sophisticated bun. Her green eyes looked paler under the bright lighting. She opted to go with a more natural coloring with her make-up, and since she didn’t wear much of it and wasn’t an expert in applying the damn stuff, she was pleased with the end result. She turned the light off and exited the bathroom. After sitting on her bed and slipping her heels on, she took a deep breath. The clock showed she had about twenty minutes before she was expected downstairs, so she decided to call her mom and Austin. After dialing her mom’s number and getting her voicemail, Blythe left a quick message. Austin picked up on the third ring and was out of breath.

  “Please tell me I didn’t interrupt another sex session, Austin.”

  He chuckled and said, “No, girl, I’m working out.” At her silence he laughed harder and said, “On a treadmill, Blythe. Damn.” It was her turn to laugh. “So, how’s Portugal and Mr. Give-Me-Moore.”

  Blythe rolled her eyes but couldn’t help the smile that spread across her face. She talked to Austin and her mom at least a couple of times a day. They were the only people who mattered in her life, and it was horrible being away from them, even if it had only been fourteen days. “Things are good … I guess.”

  “Uh-oh. What’s going on, girlie?” The sound of weights dropping to the ground rang through the receiver.

  Did she dare tell Austin? There hadn’t been anything she kept from him, but she was embarrassed that she lusted not only after her boss but also Stellan, his lover.

  “Come on, spill it.”

  She took a deep breath and told him how much she wanted Dietrich, and about the intense connection she felt toward both men. Austin didn’t say anything for several long seconds after she told him everything, and her nerves grew higher and wound tighter.

  “I know, Austin. It’s crazy and ridiculous. Obviously nothing could ever happen, but I’ve never felt this way about another man, and certainly didn’t get all hot and bothered watching him interact with Stellan.”

  “So let me get this straight.” There was what almost sounded like awe in Austin’s voice. “You’re staying alone in Dietrich Moore’s beachfront villa?”

  “Yeah, but—”

  “And this gorgeous billionaire man, who is your boss for two more weeks, swings both ways?”

  She knew he liked woman from all of the pictures of him plastered over the internet. Apparently before he started anything with Stellan he had been in a pretty serious relationship with a female model. “Well, yeah, clearly from what I have been seeing.” Saying that had the images of the two men kissing, and doing far more other erotic things playing through her mind.

  “Damn, girl. I’d be all over that like white on rice.”

  Leave it to Austin to make it sound okay to want the things that were completely unrealistic. “It doesn’t matter, Austin. I’m working for his company, for him directly. Besides, it’s abundantly clear that they’re pretty involved. From what I’ve read about the two, and what I’ve seen, they clearly have a history.”

  After talking about it or a few more minutes, and trying to steer the conversation to more neutral territory, Blythe finally got off the phone with him. The conversation had excited him a bit more than she liked, but then again Austin was all about the gossip. After checking herself in the mirror once more Blythe grabbed her clutch and headed downstairs. The stilettos were a bitch to walk in, but she couldn’t look good without a little pain, at least that was what she’d heard constantly while dancing. Deep male voices become more pronounced when she reached the landing. She followed the baritone sounds into the living room and halted. Dietrich and Stellan had their backs to her. They stood on the veranda and stared out at the ocean. The French doors were open, and the sound of the crashing waves held a hypnotic quality. Their voices were clear, but with the noise from the ocean she couldn’t quite hear what they said. As if they sensed her presence both men turned around at the same time. Each held a short, square-cut glass in hand. Stellan tilted his head for her to come forward, and she did. It was as if her feet had a mind of their own as she kept moving until she, too, was on the veranda and standing in front of them.

  Stellan’s voice was deep and alluring as he said, “You look stunning, Blythe.” The way his eyes traveled up and down her body had heat rising up her neck and to her face. Thank goodness for the cloak of darkness to hide her embarrassment, but the way both men smirked led her to believe they had seen her reaction nonetheless.

  “Thank you.” She dropped her head but lifted just her eyes to look at them again. The suits they wore fit them to perfection, as if they had been tailor-made just for them. Wide shoulders and broad chests filled out the black and white material like no one’s business. Even though she was several feet away, their bodies and height were intimidating. With her being five-foot-three Blythe only came up to the center of their chests. Even with her three inch heels on, she still didn’t reach their chins. She felt wholly feminine around these two men, like a fragile piece of china against their impossibly hard granite.

  “Yes, you look gorgeous, Miss Winters.” Dietrich set his glass on the patio table beside him and crooked his finger at her. With her heart pounding hard, she moved the last few feet it took to reach them. Standing so close to him had the scent of their combined colognes surrounding her. It was no doubt something ridiculously expensive, with a spicy, woodsy scent. Dietrich took her hand and lifted it slightly up. He then motioned for her to turn in a circle. Mouth gone dry and pulse beating a frantic tattoo, Blythe turned in a slow circle. Was this really happening? She glanced up at Stellan and was struck even more nervous when she saw the expression he held. He brought his glass to his mouth and took a long, slow drink. He watched her over the rim, his lids half-lidded and filled with something akin to arousal. She didn’t want to think too deeply on that, because it was quite possibly just her need and desire for these men playing tricks on her. The sound of a car pulling up drew her attention away and back to the matter at hand: keeping things professional. If only they knew the things she thought, they would probably laugh at her naivety. They could have any woman they wanted—hell, they most likely had. It was definitely her own desires that were allowing her to see something that wasn’t there.

  When she made a full circle and faced Dietrich again she stared into his blue eyes. He continued to hold her hand, and it wasn’t lost on her that he swept his thumb back and forth along her pulse. His skin was smooth and heated and sent tendrils of electricity flaring to life inside of her.

  “I think the car is here.” Her words sounded distorted, but maybe that was because her pulse beat rapidly in her ears? Dietrich’s mouth curved into a small smile.

  “Yes, I know.”

  She licked her lips and looked between the two men. “Maybe we should go?”

  “If that’s what you want.” Stellan took a step closer to her, and it took every ounce of her willpower not to lean into him. What in the hell was happening here? If she didn’t know any better she’d think these men were purposefully keeping her off-balance. She had to be imagining things, but how could this all be in her head when they moved closer still? They surrounded her, not only physically but figuratively, too.

  “I—” She licked her lips again and heard one of them make a guttural groan. She felt as if she was under water, as if everything was a haze around her. Hell, she couldn’t even be sure which man made the sound. Her arousal was like a living entity inside of her. It was an unusual and uncomfortable sensation that made her feel on edge. Pulling away from them and taking a step back went a long way in helping her breathe easier. But they still had their intense eyes locked on her. “I think maybe we should go, so we’re not late. Mr. Moore, this is a pretty important party for you to attend.” Her hands shook, and she offered a smile that wavered. Turning on her heels she made a hasty escape to the front door. Blythe leaned against the wall and closed her eyes. The deep breath she took in didn’t really help. What she needed was a nice glass of alcohol to help ease the chaotic emotions inside of her. Everything was crazy, and she didn’t know why. Keep it together, girl. That was something easier said than done.

  ****

  The cocktail party certainly wasn’t the intimate gathering she had expected, but then again she was happy for the thick throng of people. It made her feel less noticeable and helped keep her mind off of other things. Things like the two men who were now constantly taking up her thoughts.

  The host and owner of the ridiculously elaborate mansion she was currently exploring was none other than Frederique Olivero Santos. Frederique owned several well-known wineries up north. Blythe thought the drive to the party would help cool her down, but in reality it made everything worse. Being confined in the limo with Dietrich and Stellan had been torture. She had sat on one side while they sat on the other, side-by-side. Both men watched her intently, but it became stifling in the small confines when Stellan started murmuring to Dietrich in Portuguese yet again. Neither man took their gazes off her as they had this seemingly intimate conversation in another language right in front of her. She may have felt anger at the rudeness of that, if not for the fact she was so wet and turned on beyond anything conceivably coherent. She had no idea what they said, but she knew they were talking about her. She had been able to pick up a few words, ones that seemed familiar to her from her days in high school when she took Brazilian Portuguese. Her limited and brief encounter with Portuguese had been one of the reasons they offered her this position in the first place. Apparently the fact she hadn’t spoken the language in far too many years wasn’t a concern.

  Now, here she was, wandering aimlessly around this huge house trying to stay away from Stellan and Dietrich because she was starting not to trust herself around them. Her body now had a mind of its own, and her arousal was a constant, living entity trying to claim her. She took another sip from her wine glass and turned down the fifth hallway. Her heels made a clicking noise against the hard, smooth ground, but the sound was drowned out by the music that seemed to be filtered out from speakers throughout the entire mansion.

  At the end of the hall a door was open with soft lighting spilling into the hallway. She stepped into the room and realized the light came from outside. She was so turned around that she didn’t know if she was in the front or back of the house. Stepping farther into the room she noticed the double doors directly in front of her were open and led out to a veranda. The view was spectacular, and she knew enough about her surroundings that what she was looking at was the center of town in Sintra. The palace at the center of town was visible. It was all lit up like a glorious and scenic postcard. The Sintra Mountains sat in the backdrop and added a hint of romanticism. She finished off her glass of Riesling and set the glass aside. For several long moments she did nothing but stare at the town below that seemed so tiny from her vantage point. She didn’t know how long she stood there, just absorbing the view and the soft breeze that brushed over her, but for the first time since coming to Portugal she felt at ease. Her arousal was still a slow burn inside of her, and drinking the wine hadn’t really helped matters. Blythe had hoped the glass of alcohol would calm her nerves, and it had, to a point, but it also seemed to keep the burn going inside of her.