The Silk Tie (Erotic Threesome Romance) (2 page)

“How
were you to know? She’s a skillful liar and devious too.”

“Hindsight
and all that.” Brent finished his water and set the glass aside. He shoved his
hands into his trouser pockets. The base of his jacket hooked behind his
forearms and I couldn’t help but study the way the triangular point of his tie
stroked the silver buckle on his belt. There was a bulge beneath—not an
erection, just the hint of a weighty cock. I would hazard a guess that he hung
to the left.

What
the hell am I doing?

I
forced myself to turn away, spread my fingers on the desk and stared down at
his file. Fuck, my cock was bloating again, and a tingle in my balls was spreading
up from the base of my spine to my neck and over my scalp.

“There’s
one more thing,” I said. “Another spanner she’s thrown into the works, just
this week.”

“Oh?” Brent
sat before me again and his brow creased. “I don’t like the sound of that.”

I
cleared my throat, the words stalling.

“Gabe?”

I took
a deep breath. “I’ve become privy to some information.”

“What,
for heaven’s sake?”

“She’s
threatening to accuse you of adultery too.”

“What?”
He leaped to his feet with his fists clenched at his sides.

“I’m
sorry,” I said, looking up at him.

Hurt
and confusion swept over his handsome features.

“But it
gets worse,” I went on.

“How
the bloody hell can it get worse than a blatant lie? She has no proof because
it’s not true, she has no grounds. How can this stand in court?”

“It
won’t, I hope.”

“You
hope?”

I shut
the file then placed my hand over the top, wishing I could keep the information
in and save hurting Brent. He was the type of man who wouldn’t take having his
masculinity or his sexuality questioned. He oozed testosterone, a potent
maleness that couldn’t be ignored. Not that there would be anything wrong with
being gay, I just didn’t think he was.

“Gabe?”
He flattened his hands, palms down, on the table and tipped forward. His tie
swung into the gap between us. “There’s something you’re not telling me.”

I
nodded. “Yes.”

“So
spit it out.” He pressed his lips together and a flash of determination crossed
over his eyes. “Whatever the hell it is.”

I
swallowed. “She’s accusing you of having an affair with an old university
friend.”

“That’s
ridiculous. I’m not in touch with anyone from my university days.”

“Are
you sure?”

“Fuck,
yes.” He hesitated. “I went to a reunion, a year before I proposed to Nadia. It
was up in Durham, that’s where I studied business. Loads of the old crowd went,
mostly all doing well for themselves…”

His
face softened and he stared past me, no doubt looking at the London skyline out
of my window. I got the feeling he wasn’t really seeing and his mind had
wandered elsewhere.

“And?”
I asked gently.

“There
was one person I was pleased to see but…” He straightened and shoved his hand
through his hair. It sprang back into place all bar one strand, shaped like a tiny
comma, which stayed sticking up just over his right ear.

I
itched to flatten it. Comfort him. The information I was going to have to dig
for next would not be easy. “But what?” I asked.

“But we
didn’t stay in touch, not after…”

I
stood. Walked around the desk, leaned my buttocks against it. I gripped the rim
and looked at him. We were close now, very close and I could feel his body heat.
“I understand this kind of thing can be hard. Having worked in this area of law
for many years, I’ve seen countless marriages being torn apart and a million
accusation flung about, but the thing is…” I tightened my hold on the table.
The urge to press my hand on his shoulder or take his hand in mine was almost
overwhelming. “We have to be honest with each other if I’m going to help you.”

“I’ve
always been honest with you.” He folded his arms.

“Good,
so you’ll tell me if this person you connected with was someone you met up with
after you married Nadia.”

“I just
told you, no, not at all, we haven’t had any communication since I married
Nadia, there couldn’t be.”

I
nodded. “Okay, that’s great. So there won’t be any phone calls or pictures or
social media evidence that you continued to have a relationship.”

“No,
absolutely not.”

There
was a hardness to his voice, a conviction, and I really did believe him.
However, he did need to know the full details of what he was being accused of
because it was bound to come up in court when I made sure things didn’t go
Nadia’s way.

“There’s
more,” I said.

“I can
handle it.” He gave a stiff shrug.

I
wasn’t convinced he could but I went on anyway, “She’s implying that person you
met up with was a man.” I paused. “She’s accusing you of having an affair with
a man for the last eight years.”

Hayley

“Dry
white wine, large, and a bottle of Becks, please.” I handed the barman a twenty
and glanced around for a seat I could claim while I waited for Gabe.

The
Golden Goose was filling up fast; it was that time of evening, but I could see
a free table and three straight-backed chairs at the rear.

“Here
you go.” The barman set the drinks before me then dropped the change into my
palm. He flashed me a wide smile and let his fingers linger over my hand.

He was
new, I hadn’t seen him before; young, attractive, his blond hair super-short
which highlighted his angled features. He had a small black cross in his left
ear lobe and a tight, black-beaded necklace.

“Thanks.”
I returned the smile and collected the drinks.

I saw
his gaze dip to my wedding ring then he nodded politely and moved to the next
customer.

I
smiled to myself. I adored being married to Gabe. It was the singular best
thing that had ever happened in my life. Not only was he kind and caring, sexy
and handsome, he was also my best friend. A person I could spend hours with
talking about the intricacies of law without fear of boring him, and the man I
started and ended each day with, and intended to for the rest of my life.

My last
few steps to the free seats had to be hurried. It was like sharks after chump
in here—chairs being the chump—and a couple of suits had set their
eyes on what I wanted. I sashayed with an extra roll of my hips, my heels
clacking loudly on the floor, and placed the drinks down a millisecond before the
men reached the table.

I
turned and gave them my sweetest smile. “Oh, I’m sorry, were you just about to…?”

“It’s
okay,” the dark-haired one with square-rimmed glasses said. “Ladies first.”

“Only
if you’re sure.” I faked a concerned expression and tugged on my bottom lip.

“Absolutely.”
He dropped his attention down my body.

His
perusal didn’t bother me. I used my hourglass figure and my femininity to my
advantage. Why fight it? Why insist I wasn’t perceived as female and only as a
lawyer? I was both and I could work the two roles together, and most of the
time the sum equaled more than the parts. “Oh, thanks, my feet are killing me
in these heels.” I quickly sat and angled my crossed legs into the space
between us, staking my claim on the seat.

His
attention lingered on the high black stilettoes I wore. They worked well with
my pale gray skirt suit. I’d added a shimmering black silk shirt and pearl
earrings to complete the outfit. I’d enjoyed the sexy feel of the silk all day,
skimming over my breasts and touching my neck.

I
tapped the air with the toe of my shoe and took a sip of wine.

“Perhaps
you’d like some company,” he said, supping on his beer then taking a step
closer. His friend did the same, putting his hand on the back of one of the
free chairs.

“Well,
that would have been lovely, but—”

“Do you
work around here?” his friend interrupted.

“Yes.”

“So do
we, for
The Mail
. Always chasing hot stories.”

“And
hot women,” the bloke with the glasses said with a smirk. “I’m Neil by the
way.”

“Sam,” his
mate said, holding out a hand in my direction.

I
ignored it, inwardly groaned and took another sip of my drink. I’d actually
planned on sending a couple of texts to friends while I waited for Gabe. I’d
been neglectful of communication lately, so caught up in work and my husband
that chatting to friends sometimes got left by the wayside.

“Hey,
gorgeous.”

I
turned at the sound of Gabe’s voice.

He
stood just to my right, all wide shoulders and determined, set jaw. He had on
my very favorite black suit today, the one he’d only half discarded when he’d
fucked me last week. A little tremor snagged at my clit as I remembered the
earth-moving orgasm he’d treated me to. It had been worth the expense of that
new underwear even if it hadn’t stayed on long.

“Hey,”
I said. “You’re here.”

He
didn’t answer. Instead, he considered the two men looming over me. His blue-gray
eyes held a steely glint and a muscle flickered in his cheek.

“I’m
sorry, didn’t realize you were waiting for someone,” the guy with the glasses
said as he stepped backward.

His
friend let go of the chair and eyed Gabe warily.

“Yes,
my husband,” I said, enjoying the bloom of pride that filled my chest whenever
I referred to Gabe that way. Mine, he was mine, the man in my life, my
protector, my lover, my knight in shining armor.

“Well,
we’ll, er, leave you to it,” the bespectacled man said, moving away.

He was
closely followed by his mate.

“Hassling
you?” Gabe asked, bending to kiss my cheek.

“They’d
only just started. I’d have soon got rid of them.”

He
smiled and stroked the back of his index finger down my face. “I have no doubts
about that.”

Sitting,
he reached for his beer and took a long drink. I studied his light-brown hair,
parted to the right. It was short and neat, as neat as when he’d left the house
that morning. He had a dusting of stubble appearing on his chin and cheeks, a
little over his top lip, but none on the small silvery scar just in front of
his left ear. That stayed smooth and pale—the wire fence that had cut him
as a kid had left a small zigzag shape.

“How
was your day?” I asked.

“Busy
as always.”

He rested
his arm around the back of my seat so that he was kind of hugging me but not.
It was a possessive gesture, but I didn’t mind. I liked being his.

“Got a
tricky financial divorce to get through, big money, high stakes.”

“Oh,
yeah?”

“Yeah,
it’s a successful business man, property mainly. Brent Dawson. His wife’s been
having an affair and is now trying to take him for everything.”

I shook
my head. “That’s not fun.”

Gabe
frowned. “No, I feel sorry for him and I can’t understand why it’s happened.”

“What
do you mean?”

“He’s
the sort of bloke other men want to be like, you know? He had everything to
offer her yet she looked elsewhere.”

I
raised my eyebrows. I couldn’t imagine Gabe—gorgeous, confident,
super-successful Gabe—ever wanting to be like anyone other than himself.
“Why, what’s he like?”

Gabe
shrugged. “Well, I suppose he’s just got loads going for him.”

“Like
what?”

He took
a sip of his beer, then, “Wealth, success, good looks, great body—”

“Great
body?” I raised my eyebrows.

“Well…He’s
an athlete, or into sports, tennis he said, and cycling. Not an ounce of fat on
him. He’s got long, strong arms and legs.”

I’d
never heard Gabe comment on another man’s physique before and it sparked my curiosity.
“How do you know about his body?”

Gabe
poked at the label on his beer and cast his eyes downwards. “Just a guess.”

I
laughed. “Well, I don’t have to guess to know you’ve got a great body. Come on,
it’s too busy in here. Let’s go home.”

“Yeah,
it’s hot too.” He fingered the rim of his collar.

I stood
and pulled the strap of my bag over my shoulder. “Be hotter at home.”

He
grinned and pressed a kiss to my lips. “You better believe it, baby.”

* * *

Stepping
into our Chelsea townhouse, I kicked my high-heeled shoes into the corner of
the hallway and dropped my handbag on a tall-backed chair.

“I’m
going to grab a quick shower,” I said to Gabe as I deadlocked the door.

“Yes,
you do that. I’ll make us a bedroom picnic.”

“Sounds
interesting.”

“It
will be.”

I
laughed and headed for the bedroom. After shutting the curtains then stripping
my clothes off, I set my earrings on a stylish mirrored dressing table and
headed for the ensuite.

It was
newly refurbished as a wet room and was all dark slate, moody downlighters and
minimalist chrome fittings. I loved it. It was trendy and practical, the
perfect combination.

I
turned on the shower to the rainforest setting and stood under the fall of hot
water.

After a
quick shampoo, I lathered up with my favorite Jo Malone showergel, washed,
rinsed then stepped out. There was no point putting clothes on, Gabe would only
take them off again, so I bundled up in a fluffy red robe, rubbed at my long
curls to get the worst of the water off then wandered into the bedroom.

Gabe
was at the bedside table, lighting a candle.

“That
was quick,” he said, smiling my way.

The
muted shadows of the room sliced across his handsome face and a tug in my groin
reminded me how much I wanted him. But we had all night. We were married, in
our own home—sometimes it was nice not to rush. He was a sure thing.

“Yes, I’m
hungry,” I said with a smile then licking my lips.

“I’ve
done cheese and biscuits, grapes and some of that foie gras from yesterday.”

“Perfect.”
I walked over to the tray he’d set on the end of the bed and popped a green
grape into my mouth.

“Can
you wait while I have a shower?” he asked.

“Of
course.”

He’d
already removed his jacket so I kneeled on the bed to watch him take his
clothes off. He had no idea how much it turned me on to see him undress. It was
like my very own personal striptease show and I did my utmost to watch him if I
had the chance.

Slowly,
so slowly, he unknotted his tie and pulled it free from his collar. All kinds
of delicious thoughts came to me whenever I saw that particular navy tie. It
was the one he’d wrapped around my wrists then wrapped around the bedpost last
time we’d been away. Surrendering to him, letting him pleasure me in the most
deliciously torturous ways with his fingers, tongue and cock had left me wrung
out and more satisfied that I could ever remember.

He laid
the tie on the chair by my dressing table then undid his small shirt buttons.
Each one revealed a little more of his hair-coated chest until finally his
navel was also on show.

I cut
myself a sliver of cheese then nibbled it. I loved his stomach. It wasn’t bricked
and defined like a supermodel’s, because he wasn’t a supermodel, but it was
flat and had a tantalizing strip of thickening hair leading to his waistband.

He
paused and glanced at his iPhone, seemingly oblivious to me watching him, then he
placed that and his keys and wallet on the dresser.

Pushing
my hand through my hair, I continued to study him closely.

He
tugged the shirt from his suit trousers and let it hang open while he unbuckled
his belt and slid it through the loops.

I
swallowed and stared at the thin strip of leather hanging in his hands. That
would be fairly efficient at tying me up, too.

He
glanced upwards at me. His lips parted but he didn’t speak. He looked from me
to the belt that had harnessed my attention and back at me.

I
raised my gaze to his and tilted my head.

He shut
his mouth and his lips twitched into a half-smile.

“Really?”
he asked.

I
shrugged, playing it cool. “Really what?”

“You
really want this belt?” He stepped closer, his bare feet silent on the deep-pile
carpet.

“I want
you but if you can think of something fun to do with that belt…” I paused and
pressed my wrists together, “then perhaps you should just do it.”

He held
the both ends of the belt and snapped it straight. The dark, excited look in
his eyes was thrilling and beyond sexy.

A
tightening in my belly sent shivers of arousal to my pussy and my nipples.

“Well,
I never thought I’d use my belt on my gorgeous wife, but if you insist.” He
spoke in a dark, husky way that assured me that the only thing on his mind now
was sex. Sex and fucking.

He
leaned forward, hung above me, and spoke onto my lips. “The picnic will wait
until after I’ve had my wicked way with you.”

“I
think that would work.” I straightened my legs and rested back onto the bed.

 He
pushed into me and set a kiss over my lips.

“Mmm…”
he said, shifting. “Like this.”

His
weight was heavy on me, his legs either side of my hips as he sat straight,
straddling my body. His ass on my lower abdomen.

I
stared up at him. His skin was dark in comparison to the open white shirt he
still wore and his shoulders so wide blocking out the rest of the room from my
vision.