She was so lost in the surroundings and her thoughts that she didn’t realize someone had come up behind her until she felt a gentle hand land on her lower back. Straightening, Blythe spun around a little too fast. Her arm swung out to brace against the stone banister which caused her wine glass to fall to the ground and shatter. Stellan gripped her arm and before she could even blink had her moved away from the broken glass. For a moment all she could do was look up at him. He still held her arm, and his touch was like a hot brand on her upper arm.

  “Careful, querida.” His voice was low, soft, and intimate. She could picture it in the bedroom, which nothing between them and the shroud of darkness adding a hint of sensuality. Yeah, the glass of wine had definitely been a bad idea.

  “Thank you.” Those two words came out all breathy and needy, and she cursed herself for how ridiculous she probably sounded. It took him a moment, but he released her arm. She rubbed the spot, as if she could ease the heat he had left behind. His gaze went to the spot that she ran her hand up and down, and a frown marred his face. He turned and rested his forearms on the banister, staring out at Sintra.

  After several long minutes of silence he finally spoke. “Did you know Christopher Columbus sailed from Sintra to the port of Lisbon?” Stellan turned his head and looked at her. The light from the city cast a gentle yellowish glow around him. Shaking her head, she moved closer to him, but made sure to keep a safe distance. The last thing she needed was to make a fool of herself, again. “In the late fourteen hundreds it is said he sailed for the Spanish crown, but was blown off course by winds. Of course he worried for his ship, and when he saw Sintra he had no choice but to seek safety in the small town.” Stellan continued to tell her the history, and she found herself enamored by his storytelling and captivating voice.

  Blythe grew more at ease in his presence, and even found the nerve to ask some personal questions. “Did you miss Portugal when you lived in New York? I know your father’s family lives here.” He was quiet for several long moments, and she watched as a muscle in his jaw ticked. Had she said something wrong? “I’m sorry. That was so not my business. I apologize.”

  The awkwardness and the tension started to surround her. She needed to get out of here and grab another glass of wine. Pushing off the banister, Blythe turned to leave. “I better get back to Mr. Moore and see if he needs anything.” Before she made it three steps Stellan reached out and snagged her hand. Blythe looked at where he touched her then at his face.

  “You didn’t ask anything wrong, querida. I just didn’t have the best relationship with my father, and thinking about him makes me remember what an asshole he was.” His thumb brushed over the back of her hand. He pulled her closer, inch by slow inch until their chests almost touched. She could see in her peripheral vision as he lifted his hand toward her face. “He was just an absent father who cared more for his company than he did for his own child.” The pain was laced within his words, and she felt something inside of her chest break for him. She knew all too well about absent fathers.

  Then everything else faded away when his palm landed lightly on her cheek. Her lips parted, and he must have taken that as an invitation because he ran the pad of his thumb over her bottom lip.

  “You feel so soft, Blythe.” Just hearing him say her name was like an auditory orgasm. His gaze was locked on her mouth, but when he slowly dragged his eyes up to hers she held her breath. All he did was watch her and run his thumb over her lips, back and forth, back and forth. It had a drugging quality to it. After a prolonged moment he dropped his hand from her face, but he wasn’t nearly done touching her it seemed. His big hand landed on her lower back, and in the next instant he pulled her forward until they were pressed chest-to-chest. His erection was hard and very prominent as it pressed into her belly.

  Closing her eyes, Blythe needed to get control of the situation. “How did you know I was up here?” Why in the hell she decided to ask that question at this exact moment was beyond her. Maybe subconsciously she was trying to deflect the situation?

  He murmured, “There are cameras littered throughout the mansion. Frederique thought you may be lost and let me know.”

  “Oh.” That was the only word she seemed to be able to say coherently. The heat of him seeped into her, and she gasped when he ground his erection into her. God, he was certainly big, everywhere.

  “I’m going to kiss you, querida.” His words were commanding and final, low and heated, and what she should have said was no, that this was a very bad idea, but words failed her. A smirk crossed his face, and he started to lower his head. At the last minute common sense slammed into her. A hand on his chest stopped him.

  “Wait.” One of his dark brows cocked in question. “This isn’t a good idea.” Even she could hear how empty her words were.

  “Darling, I think this is one of the best fucking ideas I’ve had in a while.” He lowered his head further, and she pressed her palm harder on his chest. Even through the material she felt his defined muscles.

  “You’re in a relationship with Mr. Moore.” That had him moving his head back from her. The corner of his mouth lifted.

  “Yes, I am.”

  Okay, so maybe now he would realize how bad an idea this was. She wasn’t in the business of being a home-wrecker, and currently was not into doing things with someone who was involved with another.

  “So you can see how bad this really is?” She went to move away, but he kept her immobile with his hand on her lower back. His erection was still going strong, and her traitorous body grew wetter.

  “You can’t be that naive, querida.” He lowered his head, but right before their lips touched he moved his mouth to her ear. “I’m not the only one that thinks this is the best fucking idea.” Before she could question him he had her turned around so her back now pressed to his chest. His cock dug into her from behind, and a gasp left her before she could catch herself. Dietrich stood just inside the doorway. His body was propped up against the doorframe, and his hands were shoved in the front pockets of his sharp suit jacket. How long had he been standing there? She hadn’t seen him when she turned to leave just moments before. Had he heard what she said? Had he seen their almost kiss? Blythe was frozen as she stared at him. He didn’t move from his spot, not even when Stellan started running his hands down her sides, over her belly, and stopped right above the spot between her legs that was soaked at this point.

  “Do you like when he touches you?” Dietrich’s voice was deceptively soft. Was he angry? He couldn’t be, not with the way he watched them, and made no move to stop what Stellan did. She opened her mouth to respond when his words cut her off. “Don’t lie to me either.” The words were sharp and cold, like the blade of a knife. God, that had been what she was going to do. Lie right through her fucking teeth. Stellan’s breath teased her ear, and she tried to stop the shiver that moved through her whole body. She failed miserably.

  “Answer him, Blythe.” Stellan’s voice had her nipples beading to the point she feared they’d be visible through her dress.

  “Yes, I like it.”

  Dietrich’s jaw tightened. “Yes, you like it, what?” For a moment she had no idea what he was talking about, but the steely look on his face told her everything she needed to know.

  “Yes, I like it when Stellan touches me, Mr. Moore.” Stellan all but purred behind her, and another shocked sound came from her when she felt his shaft jerk against her back.

  “Don’t let me stop you two from continuing.” Dietrich sounded almost bored with the proceeding, but when Blythe let her eyes travel down his big body, she could see the evidence of how much he actually enjoyed it pressing against the fly of his pants. She was turned around, and Stellan wrapped his muscular arms around her. She felt so small in comparison. Her eyes fluttered when he used his big hand to cup her chin. The width took up the entire bottom half of her jaw.

  Stellan’s jaw clenched. “Ask me for it.”

  Oh my God. What is going on? What are they doing to me? What am I doing to myself? Was Blythe actually going to let herself go there? As she looked into the mesmerizing blue eyes of Stellan Alfonso, she knew that she was lost. The arousal in her was just too strong. Maybe she’d regret this, but at the moment it was the only thing she wanted to do. There was no way she would let herself think about what repercussions that could entail.

  “Look at me.” Stellan’s hard, deep words filled her. These men made her so off-kilter. She honestly didn’t know if that was a good thing or not. “I will not ask you again.” She opened her eyes. Something inside of her melted for both of them. She didn’t want to disobey them, and pleasing them brought her pleasure.

  “I want you to kiss me.” There, she had done it, had said the words that would either make everything gloriously better, or terribly worse.

  “Yeah, I know you do.” Stellan’s voice dropped lower. “I was wondering when you’d stop trying to convince yourself otherwise.” Before she could respond his mouth was on hers and he was kissing her with bruising efficiency. The only thing Blythe could do was hold onto his shoulders and let him devour her. The taste of him filled her mouth. It was sweet and tangy, and the flavor was like the wine she had sipped earlier. Feeling a bit braver with her attraction she pressed her tongue to his, trying to show him that she, too, could take control. That lasted all of one second because Stellan was right back to taking her mouth like he owned it. If that’s what he wanted, who in the hell was she to deny him?

  Fiery heat covered her back, and she knew Dietrich behind her. He didn’t touch her, but his breath moved the tendrils of hair by her neck. She felt his lips at the shell of her ear, not moving, just slightly pressed against it. She went to break the kiss, but Stellan still had a firm grip on her chin and kept her immobile as he moved his tongue and lips against hers possessively.

  “He taste good doesn’t he, Blythe.” Dietrich didn’t phrase it like a question, but she couldn’t have answered anyway. Stellan was relentless in his onslaught against her lips. Her panties were soaked, her clit was swollen, and she ached to be filled. She had never done something so wanton before. Here was a virtual stranger, one who clearly slept with her boss, and the man she lusted after. All she could think about was being between them, letting them have their way with her, and submitting fully. Dietrich moved his mouth away from her ear and down to her pulse that beat frantically at the side of her neck. His lips moved softly when he said, “Every inch of him tastes good, Miss Winters.”

  Stellan groaned against her mouth and used his hand on her chin to tilt her head more to the side so he could kiss her deeper. Dietrich stepped closer to her, and she felt the tell-tale sign of his erection just barely pressing against her lower back.

  Oh, for everything that is holy. Here she was, sandwiched between the two men who had kept her body and thoughts wrapped in a tight hold. They were hard, for her. Blythe couldn’t get enough air into her lungs and broke the kiss, but she knew Stellan allowed her to break away. He kissed a path of liquid fire down her throat. His teeth gently scraped up and down her neck, and she let her head loll back and onto Dietrich’s shoulder. Her boss hadn’t touched her, not really, but just the feel of him so close to her and of Stellan taking her to new heights, was enough to undo her completely. With her eyes closed all she could do was feel what they did to her, but that didn’t seem to be enough for them. With both of Stellan’s hands on her body she knew it was Dietrich who grabbed her hand and moved it until her palm connected with Stellan’s erection. Stellan let out a gruff groan while Dietrich breathed heavily against her neck. He kept his hand over hers and rubbed Stellan through his slacks. Stellan pushed his hips forward and into her palm.

  “Does it feel good, querida?”

  Blythe couldn’t think clearly, let alone answer.

  “Answer him, pet.” Dietrich emphasized his words with a gentle scrape of his teeth over the side of her throat. Blythe didn’t want to think too hard on being called that by Dietrich.

  “Yes … God, yes, it feels so good.” She practically moaned the words out, but she was far from embarrassed. Curling her fingers further into Stellan’s shoulders, she loved the animalistic growl that left him.

  “Do you want to take this a step further, pet? Do you want to have every inch of your body touched, caressed, and petted?”

  Blythe had no idea what came over her, but she found herself lifting onto her toes and popping her ass out. The act had her coming into contact with Dietrich’s erection and causing a harsh grunt to spill from the normally stoic, controlled man. Aside from his mouth by her throat he didn’t touch her. Was this some kind of game to him? Did he enjoy getting women worked up to the point they couldn’t even stand without being held up?

  “You’ll answer him, or I’m going punish you good and hard, and Mr. Moore is going to watch.” Stellan’s breath came out in a hard whoosh as he murmured the words.

  “I—”

  Stellan slid his hands down and around until he cupped her ass. Giving the mounds a hard squeeze sent her head reeling. Smack! A startled cry left her as his palm connected with her bottom and left a resounding burn in its wake.

  “Oh my God. Yes, I want more.” As soon as the words left her she knew it was a mistake. This situation could only end in downfall.

  “Say it again, querida.”

  Dietrich growled out, “Answer your Masters.” He bit down on the tender flesh of her neck, and she cried out in pleasure/pain.

  “Yes! I want everything you have to give.”

  Chapter Seven

  The trip back to the villa seemed to take an eternity, especially when Stellan and Dietrich refused to touch her or give her any kind of relief. They had started a fire inside of her and refused stoke it. Once they reached the villa Dietrich led the way inside with Stellan trailing behind her. The reality and uncertainty of the situation hit her like a sledgehammer. What she wouldn’t give for something strong to drink. Maybe then her nerves would calm the hell down and she’d be able to think clearly.

  “Come on, pet.” Dietrich held his hand out, and she found herself slipping hers into his offered one without hesitation. He took her into the living room and slipped behind the bar. Stellan placed his hands on her shoulders and started a slow massage. She didn’t want to be a mood killer, especially since she was going crazy with lust, but things needed to be sorted out before they went any further. They might not need to worry about the repercussions of their actions, but she needed her job, and the worry about what they were clearly going to do, and how this would affect things weighed heavily on her.

  Stellan whispered against her ear, “You’re thinking too hard, querida.”

  “I’m just…” She closed her eyes and breathed out.

  “Scared, pet?” Dietrich’s words had her opening her eyes and looking at him from across the bar.

  She whispered, “Yes.”

  His hold was firm on her, just like Stellan’s had been. “What are you afraid of?” His gaze was unwavering.

  “Of everything.”

  ****

  Dietrich watched the emotions that played across Blythe’s face. He lifted his gaze and looked over her shoulder at Stellan. The images of watching his sub taking her mouth had been intoxicating. Before Dietrich and Stellan had been serious he had seen his sub dominate other women. The fact Stellan was a switch turned him on to a point, but for Dietrich he was the Dom when it came to his partners. Now bringing Blythe into the equation changed the dynamics. She might not yet know how much they wanted her to be a part of their relationship, but she would very soon.

  Being a businessman Dietrich went with his gut instincts on everything. It had been those key instincts that made him one of the wealthiest men in the world, and never failed him. Right now they were screaming at him that Blythe was something that needed to be added into their relationship. He was getting too old to fuck around, and having things solid with Stellan told him they both needed more. Fortunately, Stellan was on the same page.

  “Pet.” He smoothed his thumb across her cheek. Her fears were understandable, but unjustified. It had always been a rule for Dietrich not to mix business with pleasure, and the only reason he was willing to break that rule was because her job with his company was only temporary, and he just didn’t give a fuck. He wanted her, badly, and was willing to break every one of his damn rules to ensure she was theirs. She only had a few more weeks with him, an upsetting conclusion, but certainly not the end of them if he had anything to do with it. He got what he wanted, no matter what. He wasn’t called “The Bear” for his gentle demeanor. “You’re making it more complicated than it is. We want you. You want us. It’s as simple as that.” He let his words sink in and gradually saw her fear and unease drift away. “All you have to do is say yes.”

  “Yes, but it’s so strange because you two are in a relationship.” The emotions that flittered across her face had him smiling.

  “Yes, we are, but we want you as well. We are all consenting adults who want to experience the same thing.” He leaned in close so their mouths were inches apart. Back at Sintra he hadn’t touched her, not really anyway, and he was burning alive to do it right now. But first he wanted her to acknowledge that this was truly what she wanted. It made no difference that he could tell from her body language she did. Dietrich wanted her to say the words aloud.

  “You like surrendering to us, don’t you?” He watched in arousal as she closed her eyes at Stellan’s whispered words.

  “Yes.” She licked her lips and continued, saying, “I do.” His sub slid his hands over her shoulders and covered her breasts. Blythe was a curvy little thing with lush hips and generous thighs that invited a man between them. He intended to make use of them tonight, and he would also watch Stellan have his fun.