Page 53 of Grump and Grumpier
He grins and gives me a smoldering look as he thrusts his package into my face, and I tease taking a bite of it, making him laugh.
The song that had been playing fades to an end, and the silence that follows is jarring. The men slow to a stop.
“What happened in the book after the strippers got naked?” Derek asks.
When I arch a brow and make a face to let him know that’s a silly question, Jansen swoops in, puts me over his shoulder, and carries me into Derek’s bedroom, where he tosses me on the bed.
Something very much like the scene in my book follows, only reenacting it with these men is a million times better than reading it. I’m pretty sure I rack up more orgasms than the heroine did, and that’s saying something.
Afterward, when we’re all lying together, limbs overlapping, I say, “I can’t believe you danced for me.”
Derek props himself up on an elbow to smiledown at me. “Could you tell we’ve never done that before?”
“We’d never do that for anyone but you,” Jansen says.
A warm feeling spreads through my entire body, and it’s both wonderful and alarming.
My bosses aren’t men you settle down with. They’re men you have dirty, sexy fun with until you can barely walk.
In the world of smutty books, there’s erotica, which is all about sexual pleasure, and then there’s romance, which always delivers a happy ending.
Derek and Jansen have no interest in romance; they’re pure erotica, and that’s okay for now. I’m not looking to settle down at the moment, but I also need to make sure I don’t get attached to them, or want things that aren’t on offer.
They protest when I tell them I’m not spending the night, and this time, I hold firm, using an excuse I’d prepared about my roommate needing my help with something.
I can’t spend the night with them, and it’s not so much because I’m worried about us getting caught, but because I know if they cuddle me in their arms again, it will be impossible to keep my heart out of this.
It may already be too late.
CHAPTER 41
ANA
I’m still feeling the warm fuzzies the next day at work, and I can’t help but grin every time I think about my bosses’ striptease—and I think about it a lot.
With my mood so buoyant, I’m startled when I approach Jansen’s office mid-morning and find both him and Derek inside looking fiercely ill-tempered. Their expressions are top-of-the-chart grim, ten out of ten, like someone has died—or more like they’re about to murder someone.
Of course, I’m used to them looking unpleasant, but this is new, and it’s especially jarring in contrast to the fun sides they brought out last night.
“What’s wrong?”
Bent over a laptop, Derek looks up first. “Oh … Ana.”
Then Jansen responds in a clipped tone. “Business problems.”
“Is it something I can help with?” When I’m met with blank stares, I add, “Do you need an additional assistant? Because with your workloads, I’m surprised you still share one.”
“It has nothing to do with staffing,” Derek says.
Jansen appears dubious. “Or maybe it does.”
“What is it? You both look miserable, even more than usual.”
The two men exchange a brief look before Derek says, “We’ve been receiving threatening messages. They escalated today.”
“What? Threats? From who?”
“We don’t know.” Derek turns the laptop screen toward me. “Take a look. They’ve all come from different addresses, so there’s no clue there.”