The Suit and His Switch Claim Their Sub (8 page)

Now,
here she was, wandering aimlessly around this huge house trying to stay away
from Stellan and Dietrich because she was starting not to trust herself around
them. Her body now had a mind of its own, and her arousal was a constant,
living entity trying to claim her. She took another sip from her wine glass and
turned down the fifth hallway. Her heels made a clicking noise against the
hard, smooth ground, but the sound was drowned out by the music that seemed to
be filtered out from speakers throughout the entire mansion.

At
the end of the hall a door was open with soft lighting spilling into the
hallway. She stepped into the room and realized the light came from outside.
She was so turned around that she didn’t know if she was in the front or back
of the house. Stepping farther into the room she noticed the double doors
directly in front of her were open and led out to a veranda. The view was
spectacular, and she knew enough about her surroundings that what she was
looking at was the center of town in Sintra. The palace at the center of town
was visible. It was all lit up like a glorious and scenic postcard. The Sintra
Mountains sat in the backdrop and added a hint of romanticism. She finished off
her glass of Riesling and set the glass aside. For several long moments she did
nothing but stare at the town below that seemed so tiny from her vantage point.
She didn’t know how long she stood there, just absorbing the view and the soft
breeze that brushed over her, but for the first time since coming to Portugal
she felt at ease. Her arousal was still a slow burn inside of her, and drinking
the wine hadn’t really helped matters. Blythe had hoped the glass of alcohol
would calm her nerves, and it had, to a point, but it also seemed to keep the
burn going inside of her.

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.