Caught Between My Ex And The Turner Twins

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The eerie silence stretching down the vacant hallway sent a shiver down my spine. Where was everyone? This place was normally a buzzing hive of activity, interns rushing about with binding reports and executives barking orders into BlueTeeth.

Taking a few cautious steps forward, I strained to hear any sounds of life from the surrounding offices and cubicles. Nothing but unnerving stillness.

A loud clatter made me jump nearly a foot in the air. It had come from up ahead - one of the conference rooms, I realized, the door ajar. With no one else around, I had to investigate.

"Hello?" I called out, proud of how little tremor seeped into my voice. "Is someone there?"

When no response came, I mustered what remaining bravery I had and pushed the door open further. The room was dimly lit, shades drawn against the morning sun peeking over Manhattan outside. At the far end, I could make out shapes moving furtively in the shadows.

"Who's in here?" My demand caught in my suddenly dry throat.

That's when the figure stepped into the light, familiar features sending a jolt of panic through me. It was the man from before - Tom, or maybe his twin Lucas, I couldn't tell in the gloom. Either way, impeccably tailored yet sleazy in the most irresistible fashion.

"You just couldn't stay away, could you babe?" His voice was a wicked purr.

I opened my mouth to yell at the creep again, but another shape emerged behind him - a second identical man, mirroring that infuriatingly cocky stance. The Turner twins, whichever was which, looming before me like male models from a nightmare.

"Going somewhere, gorgeous?" the second one taunted.

I became aware of a third presence, sturdy arms snaking around my waist and trapping me against a powerfully built torso. The spicy citrus scent was instantly recognizable - Sam's cologne.

"Sorry to disappoint you boys, but Stella's not available." His hot breath scorched my neck, sending involuntary shivers racing across my flushed skin.

With Sam pressed against me from behind, I was utterly surrounded by these male specimens - all ripped muscles and undeniable animal magnetism. Despite the twisted scenario and violation of every HR policy on the books, a dark part of me couldn't help but be intrigued. Maybe even...aroused.

The twin who'd first emerged licked his full lips. "That's too bad. We were really looking forward to getting better acquainted with the tasty Ms. Ricci here."

"And breaking her in..." the other one added with a wicked grin.

"You two creeps need to back the hell off," Sam growled, pulling me in tighter against his body possessively.

As smarmy as he was behaving, at least there was some familiarity and comfort in his hold compared to the complete strangers advancing on me. I found myself pressing back into the safety of his embrace - my ex-boyfriend who I simultaneously wanted to slap and tear the clothes off of.

The lead Turner twin seemed to pick up on my internal war. "Come on, sweetheart, you know you're curious. Lucas and I have very...singular talents to offer a beautiful creature like yourself."

"Why don't you come over here and let Daddy show you what he's working with?" his brother added, lips twisting in a lascivious smirk.

Lucas undid his tie slightly, letting it dangle rakishly. He was a perfectly crafted vision of hedonistic indulgence. One that every nerve ending in my body screamed to pull closer, rational thoughts be damned.

"Sam..." My voice was barely more than a desperate whimper against his firm chest. "Sam, I don't know what's happening..."

"Shhh, it's okay baby." His strong fingers stroked my cheek tenderly. "I'm not gonna let them lay a finger on you."

Even as his words reassured, Sam's palm drifted down to caress the curve of my hip in a way that was anything but innocent. I felt a wolfish grin stretch across his face as he continued toying with the hem of my pencil skirt.

"Unless you want them to, that is..." he rumbled darkly. "If that's the case, I'm going to make damn sure I get first crack at this perfect little body."

Before I could process his outrageous insinuation, Sam spun me around with surprising force. Our lips crashed together in a bruising, desperate kiss that had me melting against him. My hands roamed his muscled back, tangled in those lush chocolate locks I'd sorely missed running my fingers through. He was pure intoxicating sin and part of me didn't care if I got burned.

A pointed cough from somewhere behind me reminded us we weren't alone.

*

"Well, well...looks like the party's just getting started," a smooth voice cut through the tension.

I broke away from Sam's heated embrace, lips throbbing and mind spinning. Turning, I saw the twin brothers - Tom and Lucas, I'd have to commit those names to memory - leaning against the conference table with matching Cheshire cat grins.

Tom slowly clapped his hands in an exaggerated manner. "Bravo, you two. That was one hell of a show. Though I have to wonder if the lady would like an encore..."

His gaze raked over me with undisguised hunger. Despite my rumpled appearance from Sam's passionate attentions, I refused to be cowed by these arrogant playboys. Straightening my spine, I fixed them with my most withering glare.

"You boys need a bucket of ice water or something? This is a place of business, not a brothel."

Lucas tutted softly while Tom let out an impressed low whistle. "Such a fireball. I like 'em feisty."

"Down, boy," his brother chided with a smirk. "Ms. Ricci's made it quite clear she's not interested in your lecherous advances."

"For now," Sam interjected, his arm snaking around my waist possessively. "Stella knows who she really wants, even if she hasn't fully admitted it to herself yet."

I opened my mouth to protest his arrogant assumptions, but Tom cut me off with a bark of laughter. "Is that so? Well then I say it's time we let the lady decide for herself."

Before I could react, the twins rose in one fluid motion and started prowling toward us with twin expressions of hungry determination. Sam instinctively pulled me behind him, shoulders squaring in a defensive stance.

"Don't even think about it, you scumbags - "

His threat was punctuated by Lucas reaching out with one long arm and violently ripping Sam away from me. The bigger man's beefy hands clamped around my ex's biceps in an unbreakable grip.

"Hey, not so fast there, mate," Lucas rumbled in that aristocratic accent. "Why don't you let Stella make up her own mind what - or who - she wants for a change?"

With a casual shove, he sent Sam stumbling back several steps while the second twin immediately closed the gap in front of me. All towering height, rolling muscles, and glittering desire in those cobalt blue eyes. Tom - at least I thought that was the right name - drank in every inch of me hungrily.

"Hello again, gorgeous. You seem to have caused quite the disruption around the office today." His voice was liquid smoke, swirling with dark promises. "But I'll let you in on a little secret..."

Trailing off, he caught my chin between his thumb and forefinger, holding my widened gaze unwaveringly with his own. Tom leaned in until his lips brushed the shell of my ear, breath hot as he rumbled, "I happen to absolutely love a bad girl who causes trouble..."

A shameless shiver rocked through me at his words, syrupy and dripping with sin. There was no denying it - this brazen turncatten called to something primal, reckless, and long-suppressed inside of me. A hidden facet of my persona that craved to be indulged in the most decadently forbidden ways.

Tom seemed to recognize the flicker of acquiescence in my eyes. Slowly, with exquisite control, he trailed one finger along the open vee of my blouse - lightly, almost reverently. His touch raised intoxicating goosebumps across my sensitive skin and made my core ache with building need.

"Well now...what do we have here?"

The rumbling baritone came from behind me, causing me to start. Unmistakably Lucas, seemingly appearing out of nowhere like the predator he was. With Sam held firmly in place, my ex's furious glare burned into the side of my face. But even he seemed to understand the futility of protesting.

Warm breath fanned across the nape of my neck as Lucas leaned in, the hard planes of his chest pressing against my back.

"You know..." he murmured silkily, "For all of Tommy's bravado, I've found in my experience that the quiet ones are often hiding the most deliciously depraved desires underneath."

His nimble hands found the buttons of my blouse, skimming across the bare skin left exposed as each one deftly fell away under his fingers. I should have felt panic, embarrassment, fury even at being stripped and handled this way by virtual strangers. And yet my peaked n*****s told a different story, revealed inch by inch to Tom's hooded gaze.

As Lucas divested me of my blouse completely, he clicked his tongue approvingly. "What an exquisite creature you are..."

I was utterly transfixed, held captive by the overwhelming male power radiating off these two specimens of rugged virility. Their earthy, musky scents surrounded me, layered with notes of crisp cedar and bergamot. The tempting aromas swirled through my lust-addled senses, stoking the pulsing fire between my thighs to even hungrier heights.