Distracting.
What was he supposed to be doing?
Reports, logging out, quotes organized…he could do it. It didn’t help when Troy’s wandering hands finally reached Oliver’s nipples. It really didn’t help when the litany of dirty words started. Hearing Oliver’s little moans and gasps went right to his cock.
Torture.
Pure torture.
By the time Oliver was crying out and grinding his ass against Troy as he straddled the Dom’s leg, Bryce was ready to explode. Was Troy trying to drive him crazy or Oliver? Bryce was starting to get the feeling it was both of them.
When he stood, everything completed, Troy looked over at him and cocked an eyebrow. When Bryce nodded and mouthedready, Troy released the nipples he’d been working so thoroughly. He was still more closed off than Bryce was used to seeing, but his eyes held wicked laughter as he smoothed Oliver’s shirt down.
“I think you owe Bryce an apology, kitten. You were trying to make him crazy, and that wasn’t nice.” The words made Oliver shiver and his unfocused eyes fought to look at Bryce.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have teased you, Sir.” Oliver was pure sex. The husky words went right through Bryce.
“Are you going to be good tonight?” Bryce wasn’t sure if he was asking about Oliver’s behavior at the restaurant or whatever might happen later, but Oliver nodded, probably understanding what Bryce was trying to say better than he did.
“Yes, Sir.”
Bryce still didn’t know if it was the best idea. Even if he put aside dating a Dom and a sub at the same time, there was still the issue of him dating two people at once. How was he supposed to explain that?
He’d agreed with Garrett, Brent, and Grant that they wouldn’t do anything in their personal life that would bring attention to the business. Just dating two people in a more vanilla relationship wouldn’t be within the boundaries of their agreement.
How would he explain that to prospective customers?
His family would understand if the business wasn’t involved—but it was. Mentally shaking his head, Bryce tried to remind himself that he was jumping the gun. Dinner didn’t mean serious. Dinner didn’t mean a ménage or polyamorous relationship. Just because that’s where his mind was going didn’t mean anyone else would see it that way.
Dinner could mean business meetings or hanging out with friends. Dinner could be casual and innocent. It didn’t have to mean spankings and domination. That’s what came to mind when he thought of dinner with the two of them, but it didn’t mean it had to be that way.
He was so screwed.
“I’m all finished. Are you two ready for dinner?” Dinner, it was just dinner.
“Yes.” They both spoke at the same time, one voice aroused and needy, the other confident but slightly hesitant, if Bryce read Troy right. He couldn’t blame him. It was hard to put himself in the other Dom’s shoes, but he couldn’t imagine how hard it would be to bring someone else into his relationship. They were obviously in love, and they wouldn’t want anything to come into their lives that might fuck it up.
As he led them out of the office and locked up, he tried to focus on enjoying their company and nothing else. They deserved his undivided attention. He was also looking forward to spending time with them. They’d talked multiple times since the club, and no matter what the topic, he got a kick out of both of them.
Troy was so serious but had a dry sense of humor and could get crazy wrapped up in anything sports related. Oliver was cute and loveable and could charm his way into just about anything he set his heart on. Evidently, he’d set his heart on Bryce.
Bryce wasn’t sure how he felt about that.
Flattered?
Yes.
Worried?
Possibly.
He just couldn’t picture it working out in reality like his fantasies had everything playing out. Obsessing over it wouldn’t help. He locked up and walked out the front with them to their car. Luckily, they’d been talking so long everyone else in the office had gone home, so he didn’t have to explain why he was walking out with their new insureds.
The temp would have been confused, but the rest of them would have been able to guess.
He knew he couldn’t hide his interest in either of them.
They were just…hot…perfect…sexy…funny…naughty…in other words, the picture of every fantasy he’d ever had. He was completely screwed.
