Axel rubbed his chin and turned from me again, peering out the window. "That's truly something you'd be interested in?"

I didn't want to blurt out yes, absolutely yes too fast, but my voice rumbled in my throat and broke free. "Yes."

"How did I not know this about you?" He still faced away from me, but no negativity plagued his tone, nor was he standing so rigidly that he'd appear angry. If anything, he was...neutral. Not conveying his emotions or thoughts whatsoever.

He wanted clarification. His wife, the woman he'd fallen head over heels for in a matter of days, had admitted a deep, quite concealed fantasy of hers. It shocked him. Not that I was a prude—never a prude—but it must have been surprising to hear one's spouse admit to something like this. To wanting to watch someone else take care of him, and to be watched as that someone else took care of her.

"It's not like I scream it from the rooftops," I said, moving back to the chair to sit. My legs were still shaky, and I was losing all hope of even being considered for this opportunity. Despite his neutrality, I had a growing feeling Axel was about to turn me down. Gently, I presumed, but turn me down, nonetheless. "It's still viewed as taboo, especially for married couples, no?"

"I'm only being curious," he tugged at the string to pull the curtain closed, "but when did this idea come about?"

"The threesome? Or specifically a threesome with him?" I set my hands in my lap, concentrated on the curve of his back as he folded his arms, staring at the curtain's fabric.

"Well, both, but I guess you could start with the simple idea of a threesome."

"It's recent," I said, tucking a few hairs behind my ear. I felt like a schoolgirl in the headmaster's office, explaining why she'd said naughty words in class. Naughty, yes, but not in a good way. It was dirty, and though he didn't sound judgmental, the fact that he wouldn't look at me made me assume otherwise.

I couldn't tell him why the fantasy had developed. That his own brother and my assistant had been the ones to plant that seed in my mind.

"Kind of came out of nowhere," I lied, praying he wouldn't detect dishonesty, "but I didn't think...I wasn't sure..."

"You didn't want to tell me." He turned at last, not frowning, but not smiling, either. He didn't move, but his gaze was so burning, so direct, I couldn't help but look back at him and gulp at the seriousness in his eyes. "You were afraid to tell me. Me, your husband."

"I..." I swallowed again, hands squeezing my thighs, "I didn't think you'd want to do it. It's...not everyone's cup of tea."

"But we're still getting to know each other, Vivienne." His words were stern, like the headmaster I'd imagined him to be. "Again, you're making assumptions. Still. You didn't know my type of man up until two minutes ago. How could you know whether I'm interested in multiple partners at once?"

"But we're...we're married," I whispered, and didn't know why I whispered. No one would be listening to us, except maybe Victor, who I presumed stood guard at the door, not that he needed to. This was Axel's hotel; no one would bother us here. Of all places, this was likely the safest for us to be alone. "Married people...having threesomes...it's complicated, isn't it?"

"Not if you plan things right and remember that consent is key." He unbuttoned the top button of his shirt; I held my breath. "And how about the idea of a threesome with him? How long has that been on your mind? You said you hated Victor. I get hate-fucking and such, but this is...strange."

I clasped my hands to stop from squeezing my thighs even harder. My stomach clenched. "It all came to me on the fly. This wasn't premeditated at all. Like you said, I hate him. But I...I don't know, Axel." The urge to tell him the truth—Chi and Harvey and Blair—was on the tip of my tongue but I couldn't. I wouldn't do that to them. I still didn't know Axel's true stance on all this.

"I tell you Victor is in love with me, and your solution is for me to give him what he wants? And get a little for yourself in the process, hm?" His eyes narrowed. "You were the jealous one, but now I'm getting questions, Vivienne. I'm confused."

"It was stupid," I blurted, hefting myself to my feet and spinning away from him, hiding the heat spreading over my cheeks. "So stupid to even mention it, and you don't trust me, and all I wanted to do was help—"

He was fast; I'd barely turned around that he vaulted forward and grabbed my wrist, twisting me back to him. "No," he said, breathy and almost seductive; one single word that carried so much meaning, so much warmth, that I froze. "It's not stupid, Vivienne." He let me go and unfastened another button. "Not stupid at all. I'm trying to understand."

"U-understand?" The slow exposure of his skin made my extremities tingle. He undid another button, and another, and kept going until all were loose and his entire chest, carved from the marble sculpture of a Greek god, was revealed.

"What you want." He tugged the shirt off, letting it fall to the ground. He walked by me, and I bristled at his spicy scent, at the waves of heat coming from his skin. I heard a small click and flipped around to see he'd locked the door.

The curtains, the shirt coming off, now the lock—was he trying to have sex here? I'd said this was a safer place than most, as it belonged to him, but that didn't mean it was a smart idea to fuck in the middle of the day, with staff running about to prepare his sister's wedding.

And yet...my core tightened. My interest peaked. Watching him move, suave and calculated, preparing the room to ensure we'd not be disturbed...it was hot. It was enticing.

"Because what you want is important to me," he said, passing me again as he unbuckled his belt, but didn't pull it off. Instead, he stood against the desk, legs slightly parted to show the beginnings of a bulge between his thighs. Standing in front of him, there was no way I'd miss it. "I thought I told you I'd do anything for you."

"A-anything?"

What I didn't add, since my voice got caught in my throat, was even having a threesome with me and your personal assistant?

But he knew, he read my thoughts, perceived the words escaping my lips though I couldn't speak them. "Even this threesome. Though I'll admit, this would be joint pleasure, since I want it too."

"You," I nearly choked on my saliva, "you want this threesome? Really?"

He licked his lower lip so sensually that I could have come undone. "Really."

I approached the chair nearest him, keeping it between us. A blockade, an obstacle to slow us down before we pounced on one another.

He wanted me; that much was clear from the erection that kept growing between his legs.

"I don't want to share you, because you're mine." His gaze was fixed, fortified, and yet so piercingly clear—he was saying yes. He was consenting to my fantasy because, as it turned out, it was his fantasy, too. "But at the same time..."

He left me hanging on that as he patted his cock, chewing on his lip as his gaze roved down to my breasts, then the space between my thighs. A space I knew was growing wetter and wetter by the second.

Instinctively, I placed my hand there. Not covering it up—my pants did that already—but more acknowledging that I, too, was turned on by where this conversation was going. "But at the same time...what?"

I wanted to hear him say it. Admit what he expected of all this. For him to detail, moment by moment, what would happen if all three of us agreed to a threesome. I wanted to play that reel in my head, over and over, until it finally came true.

"The concept of watching another man fuck you...just once...it has crossed my mind." He released a small, sexy laugh. "I was drunk, but it occurred. It was when I caught you with Olivia. I mean, I pictured her fucking you, all three of us together, and I wasn't repulsed by it, but...well, she's out of the question. That was when I thought of another man, instead. No particular person, but," he moaned as he began to stroke himself, "it was...arousing. I totally got off to it."

The Olivia mention might have destroyed my arousal but watching him touch that bulge, admitting he got off to the idea of me fucking someone else in front of him...it was beyond delicious. Something I'd never expected to be turned on by. I, like him, didn't want to share, but there was that odd tingle in my pussy that told me that actually...maybe I did. Once. Only once.

And only with him.

"And of course, Victor." He groaned as he shifted his cock's position a little, straightening it so that it became way more visible under his tight pants. "I considered sleeping with him many times, in the past. Before I met you. We'd signed too many NDAs to let it happen, but I also got off on that. Often."

It should have bothered me more than it did, to know that he'd kind of lied to me by acting as though he didn't return Victor's feelings. Maybe not the emotional part, but the physical attraction...it was there. His erection was proof of that.

That erection kept me focused on him; not on the past, not on the consequences. Focused on the discovery of how secretly kinky he was, and how it surprisingly appealed to me more.

"Hmm," he said, watching as my fingers began to tickle over my legs, titillating my pussy. The fabric of my pants was damp, and I itched to take them off and give him a better view. "Interesting."

"Interesting?" Fuck it, this was happening. I didn't want to hold back, didn't want to play our back-and-forth game of we can't, but we will anyway. I wanted him badly, and he was about to grant me one of my hottest fantasies.

I wouldn't deprive him of a reward.

"The way we're learning things about one another," he said, concentrating on me as I undid my buttons and pulled my pants down. I made quick work of my underwear, too, and his mouth was open, his tongue running over his teeth. "Oh, look at you. Trying to seal the deal with a kiss, then?"

"Is that what we're doing?" I sat down and parted my legs, giving him a peek before I slid my fingers between my folds. "Oh," I moaned at the way my fingers drenched, "yeah, that's what we're doing."

"Fuck," he said, hurrying to remove his pants and boxers. Within seconds, he was fully naked, in all his perfectly formed glory. Muscles gleaming like they were oiled, cock large and erect like it was waiting for me to suck on it.

But I couldn't move. My pussy demanded my attention, and more so with this god of a man towering in front of me, so close, so close I couldn't stand it.

I sent my finger up, down, up, down, then circled my clit as he wrapped his hand around his dick.

He was accepting this. Me, Victor, him, doing this together. All we needed was Victor's consent, and if we didn't get it, then we'd move on to plan B, but...nothing stopped us from imagining his consent now. Using it to get off.

"Hmm," I slowed my flicking to catch my breath, "so you'd let him fuck me, then?"

His lip was so swollen from biting it, it took him a moment to respond. "And you'd watch me fuck him?" He was stroking, still, gripping the desk behind him with one hand to keep his balance. The urge to launch forward and take him in my mouth was hard to fight; I was too busy getting myself wetter for him.

"And then," I gasped as I approached my climax, "we'd let him watch us fuck?"

"Fuck this," he said, releasing his cock and grabbing my free hand to haul me up. He'd interrupted my near orgasm, so I glared at him, which made him glare back. "Sorry, and yes to all of it, but in the meantime, we're fucking here. Right now. I need you, Vivienne." He kissed me, deep and hurried, his tongue desperate for mine. "Get up on the desk."

I didn't dare deny him, not when we both wanted this so much.

I'd gotten over my worry of us being caught; it was too late to stop, anyway. Neither of us would leave this room without having exploded with pleasure.

I expected him to enter me, but instead he got to his knees, his tongue instantly resuming the work my finger had been doing. "Oh," I let out, spine arching to push me forward, give him better access. "Oh, fuck, Axel, I thought you were going to..."

"I interrupted you," he said between licks, "so I have to help you finish first, hm?"

"So...considerate," I said, almost immediately returning to where I'd left off.

My climax came fast, faster than it ever had. Not only because Axel's tongue was a godly weapon meant to make me come undone, but also because I kept picturing us being watched.

I kept picturing someone else in the room, stroking themself as they saw us, admired us, envied us.

He got back up. "If we do this," he pulled me closer to the edge of the desk, his cock level with my entrance, "it's one time, and one time only. And soon, because I need him out of the way." He teased me with the tip of his erection. "There are other details to figure out, but...I'll ask him. You're sure, Vivienne?"

I didn't hesitate. "I'm sure. Never been surer."

He entered me, leaving me breathless. "You want this threesome?"

I let out a raspy breath as he slid deep inside, then pulled out. "Yes."

"Use your words," he said, thrusting in again.

"Yes, I want this threesome." Thrust, thrust, thrust. "I want this. Want you. Want you fucking him, want him fucking me, want us fucking together." Air whooshed out of my lungs, possibly too loudly for this location, but I didn't care.

He didn't care.

We didn't care.

"I love you," we said together as we came, collapsing onto the desk.

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