Double Trouble: A Menage Romance by Marie Carnay Page A

throat. It was over too soon.
    God . Gage staggered, falling into the chair behind him with a thud. “You’re incredible.”
    Jess swallowed and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “Thanks.” After scooping up her underwear, she breezed by the chair.
    “Where are you going?”
    “First to the bathroom and then to bed.”
    Gage twisted in the chair to face her. “We’re not done here.”
    “You don’t call all the shots, remember?” She flounced toward the bathroom. “Tell Holt that next time, it’s his turn.”
    The door shut and the lock turned. Gage stared with his mouth wide open. Jess gave him a blow job and expected nothing in return.
    His cock pulsed between his legs. No woman had walked out like that before. Ordinarily, a woman wouldn't leave until exhaustion came calling. But Jessica Woodson rushed past him with a wicked smile and a bounce in her step.
    Gage grabbed his clothes and tugged them on. Jess was right about one thing. There would be a next time. He would guarantee it.

Chapter 12
    JESS
    T hick cotton . Her mouth was stuffed with it. Jess rolled over, arm flailing out as she pried open her eyes.
    Her bed wasn’t this soft… what on Earth? It all came back in a rush. Holt on his knees… The skyline of New York… Gage’s salty tang of release.
    Oh my God . Jess bolted out of bed in a panic. The room stood as empty as it had when she’d lost herself in the view of the city. Only now light poured in the same windows and instead of black underwear, she sported a lovely bruise where Holt had gripped her thigh.
    Just the sight sent a wave of pleasure coursing through her. What a night. She scampered to the dresser and dug her phone out of her purse.
    Please answer, please.
    “Hey, sunshine! How are you?”
    Thank God. “Panicking, slightly nauseous.” She grabbed her toiletry case and hustled into the bathroom. “I need your help.”
    She practically heard the eye roll across the line. “Let me guess, you turned the assignment down? Jess, I mean really, I thought we’d—”
    Jess cut her off. “Holt has magic fingers and I might have done that thing with my tongue to Gage.”
    The shriek on the other end of the phone made her head throb. She held the phone out at arm’s length until Wendy ran out of breath.
    “Why are you calling? Shouldn’t you be draped all over them like butter on a croissant?”
    Jess looked up at her reflection in the mirror. Streaked mascara. Major bed head. “I think I made a mistake.”
    “Did you only orgasm twice or something?”
    Jess counted in her head. “That’s not the point!” She cupped her hand around her mouth and the phone. “My bosses saw me naked! We did… naughty things!”
    “I don’t hear a problem.”
    Jess turned on the faucet and splashed the cold water on her face. “I’m supposed to be impartial. Unbiased. This is why I’ve never wanted to be a reporter. I’ve gone and messed everything up.”
    Wendy tsked her. “Stop freaking out. This isn’t some life or death investigative piece. It’s a bio on a pair of billionaires. What you do with them in your off hours doesn’t matter.”
    If only. “This piece matters to them, Wendy. If I write something less than favorable…” It would crush them.
    “Any reason you would?”
    Jess glanced at her reflection. “Not yet.”
    “Then you don’t have anything to worry about.”
    “Why don’t I feel any better?”
    “Because you’re hiding out in the guest room instead of chasing down the two hot guys you’re staying with for three weeks.”
    Her best friend had a point. Nothing bad had happened. Yet . Jess smiled. “Thanks, Wendy.”
    “You’re welcome. Now go get them. You’ve only got a few weeks so make it count.”
    Jess set her phone on the counter. She could have some sexy fun with a pair of bachelors for a while. At the end of it, she’d write her story, go back home, and get on with her life.
    No strings attached. Just how she liked it.
    She slipped on