Jaxon Knight stood on the balcony of his penthouse apartment bare chested, dressed only in a pair of joggers, hung low on his hips. With a whisky in one hand and his mobile phone in the other.  Just call him already.  Unsure why he was reluctant.

Pausing, his finger ready to swipe. Fucking Coward.

A siren from the city streets below diverted his attention. Lowering his phone. He inhaled the warm air around him. The intense heat of the day may have departed, but the muggy heat pressed in on him. His mind was a hurricane of thoughts. Looking outwards, he peered into the New York night-time. Beyond the horizon, the silhouette of the skyline pierced through the warm glow like a jagged mountain ridge. Millions of lights caused the dense mass of skyscrapers to glow. Despite the time, the hustle of and bustle never came to a halt.

He loved New York City—It was good to be home.

One month away had turned into six months of continuous travelling. Following his three months stay in China, his father had requested that he handle their future acquisitions and mergers in Europe.

He couldn't hold off any longer. Lifting his phone, he swiped the contact for Nathan. Pressing the phone to his ear, he waited. Jaw twitching, he breathed out through his nose. it diverted to voicemail.

Cursing, he contemplated leaving a message; ultimately deciding against it.

Perhaps this was better. A face to face would be more fitting this conversation.

He sucked in a breath through gritted teeth as a pair of small hands ran around his midriff to clasp over his abdomen.

"Why are you out here?" she whispered, pressing her warm naked body against his. "You left me alone."

Because I need room to think, breathe. "Just catching some fresh air, I've been away for too long. I've missed this view—the city." He wasn't lying.

"Have you spoken with Nathan?"

Drawing his brows together, muscles tightening. "No. He won't be back in New York till Monday," he lied.

"What are you thinking?" she twisted her head, lying her cheek against the smooth surface of his bare back.

Swallowing. His eyes lowered, swirling his whisky around the glass tumbler. Should he be honest? "Things have changed since I've been away. I'm not sure if Nate will want this."

She resisted a sigh. "You realize this is only going to work for me if you both want this."

Stilling, he gripped his whisky glass tumbler tightly. He could feel the cage closing in, sealing off any workable alternatives. "I'm aware of the terms Nicole." His mind skipped ahead to all the possible outcomes of a discussion with his brother.

Pulling back marginally; she kissed his left shoulder blade. "Good. Then come back to bed, the night is still young and I'm nowhere near finished with you."

"I'll be there in a second. I just need to make one more phone call."

"Who would you need to call at this time?"

The bite in her question irritated his already overstretched mind. "You do know the day is well under way in Europe?" Biting his tongue, he regretted his tone.

Her mind awash with questions, sensing his indecision. Eager to push the issue but knowing now was not the time, instead holding her tongue would best serve her overall ambition. Kissing across his damp skin, she nipped him in the middle of his shoulder blades, to feel him stiffen. "I want you, Jax."

He had never denied her anything but remained still, silent.

Running her tongue over the red mark she'd inflicted, the subtle taste of salt upon his skin brought to life her craving to have him inside her. Suspecting his reluctance, words equalled power. "I'm wet for you, Jax. I need you. Don't make me beg." Unclasping her hands, she trailed her fingers across his hard abdomen, tempting the waistband of his joggers, before releasing her hold to walk away.

Closing his eyes, blocking out the sounds of the city below. There was no one he needed to call. Nicole's threat weighed on his shoulders. Although sure in time he could persuade Nathan to forgive Nicole and pick up where they left off, something troubled his mind.

Am I deluding myself?   His mother's disclosure of Nathan's developing relationship picked threads at the corner of his thoughts. He missed his brother. This was the first time since they were teenagers, their lives weren't so entwined.

Throwing the rest of his whisky down in one mouthful, he shoved his phone in his pocket. Studying the landscape for a few more seconds, he turned and followed Nicole into the bedroom.

On entering the master suite, he noted she'd cocooned herself in a cotton robe. Understanding until Nathan was ready to dive back into this relationship, he would need up his strategy to hold her interest. But would that be enough?  Would he solely be enough for her?

Walking towards a set of drawers; opening. He moved aside obstacles; the hint of a smile teased at the corners of his mouth as he uncovered the neatly wrapped coiled satin sashes; separating two. Without turning, he barked out his instruction. "Remove the robe Nicole and kneel at the foot of the bed, facing me."

Nicole faltered, shifting slightly she couldn't see what he was looking for in the drawer. This wasn't like Jaxon, he was milder, gentler... the sweeter of the two.

Sensing no movement, turning his head slightly. "I will not ask again, Nicole. Unless you want me to force you to your knees?" His sharp laugh was anything but amused.

Her eyes sparkled as she raised on her tiptoes. Did she want that? Tempting. She ran her tongue across her full red lips.

Yes, she wanted to play his game. A quickened pulse danced through her veins. Hastily shedding the robe, she skipped the foot of the bed, dropping to her knees, sinking into the plush weave of the Persian rug beneath.

"Eyes closed," he commanded.

She shivered under the weight of tone.

Closing the drawer, he turned to see a vision. Jaxon's entire body instinctively tensed. Inhaling sharply, he gazed upon her perfect naked form. No doubt Nicole was sexy, intelligent, and utterly captivating. She made his head spin and his heart dance. But for the first time, he noted there was something else. Something he couldn't quite put his finger on.

Perhaps it was his own self-doubt that solely he would never be enough. Perhaps she loved Nathan more than she would ever love him. Would he always be second best to his brother? He was no longer sure if he would trust his heart to this woman.

Throwing those uninvited doubts to the back of his mind. Eyes wide, they fell to the golden river that cascaded down, partly over her shoulders but mostly washing over her chest, hiding her small but perfectly formed breasts. Nicole had a face cut right from the pages of a men's magazine. He couldn't think of any man that wouldn't desire her or deny her requests. Striding with intent towards her, he placed one sash over her eyes, securing it at the rear. "Hands out, criss cross your wrists."

Withholding a moan, goosebumps flourished across her arms and torso as she complied.

Wrapping a sash around her wrist, he pulled slightly to ensure to tie a knot. They wouldn't come loose until he was ready.

He stripped out of his jogging bottoms and boxers. Taking his heavy erection in his hand, he gripped it firmly, pumping up and down slowly. It was up to him to play both roles with Nathan, not there to direct them. "Tell me how you want me to treat you, Nicole."

A strong and self-assured businesswoman by day. She was a force to be reckoned with in a boardroom. Cunning and disciplined.  Never shying away from a challenge. Never denied her satisfaction. Men wanted her; women wanted to be her.

That all being said and true. The bedroom brought out desires, ones that very few had witnessed. Nicole required a powerful man, one who could make her submit. Nathan and Jaxon Knight jointly had never dissatisfied or refused her. Together, they were the only men she desired.

"Like a slut, Sir," she implored without hesitation.

"Who do you belong to, Nicole?"

"You—" she paused. "—And Nathan."

His mouth opened, then snapped shut. Now's not the time. "I'm going to play with you, Nicole. You're going to be my toy. Is that what you want, my little slut?"

It was exactly what she wanted. "I'm yours to play with Na—Jaxon." She hastily corrected. Shivering, she pushed her perky breasts up and outwards. Her nipples stood to attention, aching for attention, his touch.

Moving towards her, running his thumb over the end of his dick, it wept pre-cum. With his free hand he ran it across her cheek as she leaned into his hand, moving down his thumb caught her lower lip dipping into her slightly parted mouth.

Nicole moaned as she sucked his thumb eagerly, swirling her tongue teasingly. He took another step closer and spread his legs. Removing his thumb, she gasped as his hand trailed along her throat, under her hair, around the back of her neck. She allowed her head to fall back, her mouth opened. Still pumping his hardened dick, he ran it long over the edge of her painted plump lips as her tongue eagerly peeped out to lick the swollen end. "Does my little slut want to feel my cock in the back of her throat?"

She moaned out her acceptance as he fed his cock over her lips, across her tongue, deep inside her inviting mouth.

Her needy vagina tightened as he filled her mouth entirely with his large cock, only stopping when he met with resistance.

Nicole in her own self-declared belief was an expert at sucking cock. If there was ever such a challenge, she would surely be the victor every time! Eyes watering, she relaxed her throat, allowing him further entry.

He sighed, perhaps he would never be enough for her, but now in this moment, he savoured the feel of her plump lips. "Good girl, just like that. Take it all—like I know you can."