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But as I came all over my stomach, it was very difficult to remember why I’d made those rules.
Chapter 5
Marco
Caleb spread architectural plans across its polished surface of the hotel’s conference room table.
"The mill wheel is completely intact," Caleb was saying, pointing to detailed photographs with obvious enthusiasm. "Original 1840s ironwork, and the millrace still channels water from the river. It's a preservation dream, really. The bones are solid, the character is extraordinary, and the location is fantastic. Close enough to the little villages of the Cotswolds to do some shopping or pop into a pub, far enough for a true escape from the rush of the city.”
I nodded at appropriate intervals, making interested sounds while my mind wandered to more pressing concerns. Like how Tristan Bancroft had looked at my wife this morning. We’d barely interacted with the man, and already he was becoming an obsession.
A movement in the corridor beyond the conference room caught my eye, and my pulse jumped. Tristan strode past the doorway. What was it about that man? His step stuttered as he glanced through the glass wall, giving me hope that he was equally affected.
"Damn," I breathed, nudging Juniper.
She followed my gaze and bit her lower lip in that way that meant trouble. Her golden-brown eyes met mine with perfect understanding, the kind of wordless communication that came from years of shared fantasies and midnight confessions. We'd talked about it before—the hypothetical third person who might join our bed, the kind of man who could satisfy both our hungers. Controlled. Powerful. Desperately in need of being taken apart piece by careful piece.
I leaned closer to her, close enough to catch the scent of her jasmine perfume and feel the warmth radiating from her skin. "You’re right. He might be the one," I whispered against her ear.
Heat crept up my neck as the words left my mouth, my pulse quickening with the admission. Watching Tristan's commanding presence from across a room was one thing. Acknowledging out loud that I wanted him—that we wanted him—was something else entirely. Something that made my hands shake slightly as I reached for my water glass.
Juniper's breath hitched, and she pressed her thigh against mine under the table. "Oh," she breathed, a hint of surprise in her voice. "You think so?"
“Yes.”
She smiled a secret smile. “Well, then. We’ll need a plan.”
Her words sent electricity shooting through my veins. Her agreement, her immediate understanding of exactly what I meant, validated every dirty fantasy that had been building since we'd first laid eyes on Tristan Bancroft. Her suggestion during yoga that she wanted to see what lay beneath all that rigid control had lit a fire in me.
We’d finally get our threesome.
"The property includes twelve acres of water rights," Caleb continued, apparently oblivious to the charged undercurrent passing between his potential business partners. "The mill pond needs to be restored, and there's already planning permission for—"
But I was only half-listening now, my attention split as Juniper's fingers found mine under the table. Her touch was light, casual, but her thumb traced small circles against my knuckles that sent heat straight to my cock.
She shifted beside me, crossing her legs in a way that made her sundress ride up slightly on her thighs. The movement drew my eyes to the elegant line of her legs. I pictured Tristan there, imagined those large hands spanning her waist while I watched from behind as he thrust his big cock into her.
The fantasy hit me like a physical blow. Juniper spread beneath us both, her curls fanned across expensive sheets while Tristan learned exactly how to make her arch and gasp. My hands on his shoulders, guiding him, teaching him the rhythm she liked best. His pretty eyes wide with surprise and hunger as he realized how good it was to let someone else take control for once.
"Marco?" Caleb's voice cut through my increasingly explicit daydream, which was annoying, but probably for the best. "What do you think?"
I blinked, focusing on the photographs and documents scattered across the table. Mill wheels and water rights and restoration budgets that should have been capturing my full attention.
"It's impressive," I managed, hoping my voice sounded steadier than I felt. "Really impressive work."
Caleb's knowing smile suggested that wasn’t what he’d been asking. "I have to say, you both seem a bit distracted this afternoon."
Heat flooded my cheeks. "Just processing all the details," I said, gesturing vaguely at the architectural plans. "It's a lot to take in."
"Of course." Caleb's green eyes—so like his brother's, but warmer, more amused—moved between Juniper and me with obvious entertainment. "Would it help to see the property in person? Discuss how you’d use the space?"
"That would be perfect. When could we arrange a tour?"
"Well, as I said a minute ago, I was planning to take you tomorrow." Caleb said. “But Nisha and Julian scheduled a tour of the Roman baths.”
I tried to keep my expression neutral, but inside I was already calculating. If Caleb was busy with his lovers, that left...
“Oh, we don’t want to interrupt your fun,” Juniper said, straightening. “Enjoy your time with Julian and Nisha.”
