Unleashing the Receptionist: ...the Receptionist, Book 3 by Juniper Bell Page A

lower parts, Simon my top. Even though Simon’s erection crowded against his pants, and I felt Ethan’s bulge against my back, they didn’t seem bothered by that. I was their only focus and I ate up the attention like a flower soaking in the sunshine.
    I arched my breasts toward Simon, thrust my rear at Ethan. With complete, utter lack of shame, I rubbed ferociously against the hand working my pussy. I welcomed his thumb into my ass, lost myself in the sensations he woke with his twin teasings. My eager clit and open ass became toys for his entertainment, my moans his reward.
    “We know what you really want,” he taunted. “You’re such a voracious little thing, you can’t get enough, can you? Say it.”
    “No,” I gasped. “I can’t get enough.”
    “You want us, don’t you?”
    Duh. “Yes.”
    “All the toys, all the games, nothing compares to our flesh against yours, your greedy, delicious little cunt, your nipples that cry out for our fingers, our mouths.”
    “Yes.”
    “But that’s not all you want, is it?”
    The oncoming orgasm swirled through my body like a hurricane, blowing away all thoughts. I lost track of his words.
    “Is it?” He insisted, pressing my clit with two strong fingers, moving his thumb in my ass. I let out a strangled cry.
    “Yes, no…” I wasn’t sure what the question was, let alone the answer.
    He chuckled. “That’s okay. I know what you want. And you’re going to get it.”
    They didn’t even have to consult each other. With one mind, with hands and mouths and tongues and deep, deep love, Simon and Ethan sent me over the top. I spiraled there between them, spinning and whirling in the wind, floating out of my body, then back because that body was where I wanted to be, held tight between the two men I adored so.
    They held me until I slumped across Simon’s chest. He settled me on his lap, then scooted backward to prop himself against the desk. He fastened my blouse, brushing against my nipples as he did so. They stiffened obediently, so their dark points pushed against the thin fabric of my blouse. God, they were insatiable. But I ignored the pleasant tingling. I was completely, luxuriously satisfied and couldn’t imagine asking anything else from life.
    Ethan knelt before me. “Now for what you really want.”

Chapter Ten
    I blinked at him. How could there possibly be more?
    “You want to know how Simon and I met.”
    My eyes went wide. “Yes! Of course I do.” I struggled to sit up, but Simon kept me snuggled in his arms. He nuzzled his nose in my hair. The clean scent of him acted like wine to my senses, making me drowsy and happy.
    “If we tell you, you’ll be the only person on earth who knows, besides me and Ethan.”
    “Correction,” said Ethan grimly. “There were people who knew, but most of them are now dead.”
    A chill shot through me. This was serious. I stilled in Simon’s arms. We all grew quiet. Ethan flicked an ice-blue glance at Simon, giving him the nod to begin the story. I felt the gentle rumble in his chest as he began to talk.
    “You already know that Ethan was in prison in Afghanistan.”
    “Yes. As a British intelligence officer.”
    “Well…I was there too.”
    I yanked myself from his hold and jerked around to stare at him. “You were in prison?” My own sweet Simon a captive—the thought was horrifying. Ethan was one thing. He was tough. But Simon. Tears gathered behind my eyelids.
    “I was hiking through the mountains. Just adventuring, really. I had a camera and a laptop, I’d already trekked across Hungary and Turkey. I wasn’t thinking about the political realities. I got caught one night by some Taliban types who didn’t believe I was just a tourist. They threw me in prison along with the other white guy. That was Ethan.”
    Simon’s jaw went tight, his scar twitched. Obviously retelling the story brought back terrible memories for him.
    “You don’t have to do this.” I cupped my hand around his cheek.