Wicked Envy Read online Sawyer Bennett (Wicked Horse Vegas #3)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Contemporary, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Wicked Horse Vegas Series by Sawyer Bennett
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Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
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Dane strokes hard a few more times, still torturing my spent but half-hard dick, then his head falls onto Avril’s shoulder as he groans deeply while he comes. Avril whispers harshly in his ear, a repeating chant. “Dane, Dane, Dane.”

I let my head fall back to the bed, replete with an incredible orgasm but more aware than ever that this will never be for me what it is for Avril and Dane.

CHAPTER 21

Dane

“You look like you were born to live in Paris,” I observe as I watch Avril sipping on her coffee. We’re sitting at an outdoor cafe, not far from the hotel, and enjoying the afternoon.

Avril has on a pair of dark skinny jeans, an off-the-shoulder sweater, and a fashionable silk scarf around her neck. The big round sunglasses she has pushed onto her head make her look like a movie star, and I could stare at her forever it seems.

Andrew, Avril, and I toured Révéler Biotech after breakfast with Fabron. I’d woken up in Avril’s bed with her. Andrew left it at some point in the night, and I understand he’s making some sort of statement about his place within our threesome. I just don’t know what the exact statement is, and I need to talk to him about it.

But that’s not happening this afternoon. Andrew decided to stay at Révéler with Fabron today, and Avril and I decided to just walk around Paris. She’s been here far many more times than I have. Because she speaks French, she ends up playing more tour guide for me than anything.

She looks up from her phone and smiles. “I love this city so much.”

“You should visit more,” I tell her. “You don’t take enough time off during the year.”

“So says the pot to the kettle,” she says with a laugh. “How about we just open up a Caterva division here and I’ll head it up?”

I grin and pick up my coffee, but before I take a sip, I point out. “If you lived here, you’d have to put up with Fabron chasing you all over the city.”

Avril snorts, and I’m shocked when she admits, “He made his play last night.”

I lower my coffee back to the table. “He offered you a job. You told me.”

She shakes her head. “He offered me more. He made it clear with no vague flirtations he wanted a relationship with me.”

My stomach tightens and jealousy burns within me. Not quite the same jealousy I’ve been experiencing when Avril is with Andrew. That’s a very mild jealousy that’s usually outweighed by how turned on I am by the way she gets off on having two men. The sin is called envy, and I can overlook it when it’s all about Avril being pleasured.

But I can’t overlook Fabron not only trying to hire away my COO, but also showing interest in her personally.

Before I can say anything though, Avril is laughing at me. “Oh, man… the look on your face. I would not want to be Fabron and be anywhere near you right now.”

“You’re fucking taken,” I growl—somewhat petulantly.

“I already told him that,” she assures me, then looks back down to her coffee. “But that’s when he told me he knew it was you by the way we were looking at each other.”

Grunting an acknowledgment, I pick up my coffee and take a sip. So Fabron can see I want Avril. Big fucking deal.

“He didn’t see that with Andrew, though,” Avril says thoughtfully as she stares off across the Rue to a large outdoor market.

No, he wouldn’t have seen that with Andrew because Andrew has been the one out of the three of us who succeeded in compartmentalizing himself. He’s kept his emotions in reserve, and here we were thinking he’d be the one who would get hurt.

“Andrew’s pulling back,” I tell her, and her eyes come back to mine. I see worry and—is that relief?

“I noticed that, too,” she says, but then lowers her eyes almost as if she is too shy to continue.

“What is it?” I encourage her.

When she looks back up, her cheeks turn a little red. “Last night was intense.”

“Understatement,” is all I say with a smile.

She smiles back, but it’s almost contrite looking as she ducks her head back down. “There was a time last night… near the end. It was just the two of us there.”

I don’t say anything because I know what she means. I felt it, too, but I’m too much of a coward to voice those thoughts. She doesn’t seem to notice my reticence to give credence to her, as she continues on.

“I mean… Andrew was inside of me. I was on top of his body, and he felt amazing. It all felt amazing. But at the end, it was just me and you.”

And still, I can’t say anything. It’s not that I don’t know what to say, it’s that I’m afraid to say what I should. To admit there’s something deeper there between us than we had anticipated. I can’t out myself to her because I’m not ready to handle the consequences if I do.


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