Caught Between My Ex And The Turner Twins

4

The weighted tension in that bathroom hung thicker than the steam from the running shower stalls. Sam instinctively shifted to keep me shielded behind his broad frame as the Turner twins continued their bold appraisal.

"Enough with the cryptic innuendos," he growled in warning. "If you two have something to say, then spit it out."

"By all means, brother, let's lay our cards on the table," Lucas replied with an indolent drawl, never taking those piercing eyes off me. "I think we'd all be lying if we claimed this..." He waved a languid hand to encompass the four of us. "...unorthodox situation hasn't piqued certain...curiosities."

Tom picked up the thread with relish, a syrupy smirk playing about his lips. "Curiosities meaning desires, let's be clear. Unfurled, deliciously deviant little desires that we're all feeling to some degree."

My pulse kicked up another tantalizingly forbidden notch at their unvarnished words. Despite Sam's protective stance in front of me, I couldn't deny the undercurrent of curiosity - and yes, desire - that had sparked to life at the prospect the twins were suggesting, no matter how outrageous.

"You're both out of your damn minds," Sam bit out, though I sensed a slight waver of uncertainty in his tone as well. "I don't know what kind of sick fantasies you two get up to behind closed doors, but we want no part of it. Things went too far earlier, but they end here."

"Do they though?" The smooth timbre was accompanied by a tell-tale clearing of a throat.

My gaze was inexorably drawn past the trio of men towards the newly opened bathroom door. There stood Ms. Deveraux herself, an inscrutable look on her severely beautiful features. For a handful of heartbeats, no one dared even breathe too loudly.

Then the striking executive smoothly crossed the tiled floor until she stood nearly toe-to-toe with the twin towers of masculine potency that were Tom and Lucas. There was no hint of the opprobrium she'd laid on all of us so sternly just minutes before.

"Do go on, Mr. Turner," she murmured, placing a hand on each of their powerful chests as she looked up at them through lowered lashes. "You were saying that things were just...getting started?"

Both brothers' earlier bravado faltered momentarily at this surreal tableau. Then, with the smallest of nods between them, that patented lascivious confidence was back in full force. Tom dropped his voice to a molten rumble.

"Why yes, Ms. Deveraux. If I'm not mistaken, it seems our unconventional little group here may have...stumbled onto certain proclivities we have in common."

"Proclivities which, when consenting adults gather under the right circumstances, can make for extremely...fulfilling explorations," Lucas continued in that aristocratic purr.

Deveraux hummed in assent, trailing a single lacquered nail down the sculpted ridges of his sternum. "I must say, you two certainly have a talent for cutting straight through to the deliciously illicit heart of the matter."

Looking over her shoulder, that shuttered gaze found me frozen in place, all thoughts of fleeing forgotten. "And you, Ms. Ricci? Do you find yourself...intrigued by where this conversation is leading?"

I should have rebuffed her brusque questioning, reclaimed my bruised propriety in the moment. But there was something undeniably mesmerizing about the charged air between the four of them, the flashes of raw carnal energy that crackled like static electricity.

"I...I don't know," I finally managed, painfully aware of how quickly my breaths were coming. "All of this is so...sudden. Unconventional, to use your word."

Sam scoffed from in front of me, the sound a kneejerk attempt to recapture some semblance of normality. "Sudden? It's f*****g insane is what it is! Jesus, Deveraux, don't tell me you're actually co-signing this twisted little fantasy?"

Her full lips curved in an insouciant smile. "And if I am? Perhaps I find the prospect of indulging certain...unconventional desires intriguing as well."

The way she let that suggestion linger spoke far louder than words ever could. Holy hell...was she actually implying what I thought she was? Deveraux - a pillar of corporate propriety if ever there was one - entertaining ideas about participating in some sort of depraved group...activity?

"Think about it," Tom purred in a tone of blatant seduction, trailing his fingertips along the strip of Deveraux's exposed clavicle. "We're all highpowered adults here. Wealthy, influential...entitled to explore our most thrilling whims to the fullest. With the right complements of...compatible company."