Dominance and Deception by Amy Valenti

practically hear the wheels in his head turning as he considered his next words—could almost see the fear and desire in his eyes. The next few moments were critical, and I laid a hand on Faye's shoulder in warning. She nodded up at me, a touch of anxiety on her face.
    Finally, Santoro spoke. “Ummm...Faye? I don't swing that way. And even if I did, I'm pretty sure Pierce doesn't—"
    "C'mon, Santoro. This is me you're talking to,” Faye said quietly. “I want this. Zach wants this. And I'm pretty sure you want it, too."
    I took stock of the junk I still had to clear out as silence descended again. Faye fidgeted. Then Santoro sighed. “He wants what? To watch me fuck you? For me to watch him fuck you?"
    Rolling my eyes, I took the cell from her hand. “Amongst other things, Santoro."
    "Boss?” His voice was alarmed, and I sighed inwardly
    Should have got him over here before spooking him.
    "Come over to my place. My girl and I wanna make you an offer.” Without bothering to negotiate further, I hung up.
    Faye bit her lip. “Think he'll come?"
    My mind already beginning to map out possible scenes, I kissed her forehead reassuringly. “He'll come."
    * * * *
    While we waited for Santoro's arrival, I calmed Faye's nerves, pressing her up against the wall and kissing her until she was pliant and relaxed in my arms. By the time we heard the knock at the front door, we were both more than ready to welcome him into our bed.
    I cocked my head at Faye, and she dashed for the basement steps with a grin. I watched her go—loose, tangled hair falling around her shoulders, clothing in disarray and lips swollen from my kisses. Santoro would know immediately what she'd been doing for the past twenty minutes, which had been my intention.
    As she greeted Santoro and invited him in, I followed her slowly, giving him time to take her in, to realise how much he wanted her. As I ascended the stairs, their conversation became clearer.
    "Glad you could make it.” Faye's voice was slightly coquettish—not overplaying it, just enough to be noticeably different from the way she acted at work.
    Santoro was cautious—something I sympathised with. He was reluctant to give up his only safety net—the suggestion he'd misunderstood the meaning behind Faye's call and was shocked by the idea we might think him interested in a threesome involving only one woman.
    "Faye...have you gone crazy all of a sudden?"
    She laughed softly. “No more than usual."
    I reached the top of the steps soundlessly, in time to watch Faye pull his jacket from his shoulders. He relinquished it without a fight, his eyes hungrily tracking her movements, belying his nervous chuckle. It was enough to send a brief spark of territorial irritation through me, though I knew how irrational that was. I wasn't used to sharing her, but this had been my decision. And if things went the way I hoped, she'd be sharing me, too.
    Santoro didn't notice my arrival—Faye was standing too close, looking at him too intently, for him to be aware of anything else. I leaned against the kitchen doorframe, waiting for the right time to step in.
    "So this is...what? Some kind of alcohol-fuelled character assessment Pierce thought up?” He fidgeted a little, still clinging tight to his feigned ignorance.
    In response, Faye slipped her arms around his neck, pressing her hips against his, and kissed him gently. In typical Santoro fashion, he held out for only a fraction of a second before he reciprocated.
    Never could keep his mind on a puzzle with a pretty girl within fifty feet.
    Watching him crush her against him, deepening the kiss as his hands began to wander, I fought the temptation to grab Faye by the hips and pull her out of his arms, back against me. That'd only scare him more—he might have wanted Faye, but the idea of sleeping with his male boss was still gonna give him some trouble. Instead, I waited them out, and within a couple of minutes Faye extricated herself from his embrace,