Jordan, Olivia - Taletha's Salsa Sweethearts [Studio Seductions 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (9 page)

“Besides, I’m not sure there’s much to talk about anymore,” Morris said. He glanced at Taletha. “That is, unless you’re going to change your mind and run out on us again.”

Taletha shook her head. “I never thought I’d find myself mixing work and pleasure like this. And I never thought I’d attempt to be with two men at the same time. But when I have both of you in my body, when you’re both kissing me, the prospect of being with only one person is less exciting.”

“No more shenanigans like last night?”

“That will never happen again. You have my word. I’m hooked.”

“Good,” Adam said, kissing her. “So we’re in agreement?”

Morris nodded. “I never exactly saw myself sharing a girlfriend, either, but it makes all three of us really happy.”

“Girlfriend,” Taletha said with a giggle. “I like the sound of that.”

“Should we all go home together?” Adam asked.

Taletha almost said yes without hesitation, but she stopped before she could open her mouth. She was concerned about how deep her feelings were for both of these men, especially for Adam, whom she hadn’t even known for a full week yet. She was afraid that if they actually shared a bed, she’d end up in over her head.

“Let’s try not to rush things too much,” she finally said. “Maybe next time.” She gave each man a deep kiss before getting dressed.

Taletha shivered as she locked the studio doors.

“You’re cold?” Morris asked, sliding his arm around her shoulders. “It’s pretty warm out.”

“I don’t know. Just a shudder, I guess. Something feels off, but I just can’t place it.”

“You probably just need some sleep.”

“Probably.”

Taletha intended to just give two kisses before getting in her car, but they slipped into another brief bout of making out before she managed to pull away and drive off.

Chapter Six

Taletha spent the next week waking up with smiles on her face. She’d seen Adam and Morris four more times since their night in the studio. Twice at Adam’s apartment, and twice at Morris’s place. But although she’d let down some of her barriers, she had yet to invite them to her place or actually stay the night. But waking up alone after a night of great sex was starting to get old. She always woke up happier, but knew she’d feel even more joy if she got to fall asleep in their arms, and if she got to wake up sandwiched between them.
Next time, they’re coming to my place
, she thought.
Or, rather, they’re coming in my place. And we’re having breakfast together the next day
.

Each time she showered, Taletha regretted having to wash their scents off of her skin. She loved the way Morris smelled spicy and Adam smelled savory. The two of them complemented each other, and she loved the musk that had lingered on her flesh for hours after they had parted ways. But she couldn’t go to work with the smell of lust and sex wafting off of her. Especially not when her relationship with Emily was still strained. Even a week later, they hadn’t quite regained the friendly equilibrium they’d once shared. The last thing she needed was a jealous employee. She’d had enough drama on her staff list to last her five years.

As the hot water ran in rivulets down her smooth skin, Taletha’s mind flooded with memories of fucking Adam and Morris—the way it felt to have their cocks inside of her, the way it felt to feel their naked bodies pressed against hers, how beautiful they all looked when they were fucking in full view of the floor-length studio mirrors, the way it felt to be passed between one and then the other, or to go down on one man while the other fucked her pussy. Her whole body started to heat up, and her cunt began pulsing. Knowing she didn’t have long before she needed to leave for the studio, Taletha turned the cold water on full blast in order to squelch the passion building in her body. But even as she started to shiver, her clit throbbed, greedy for attention.

As she rinsed the shampoo out of her hair, Taletha realized that her body was simply not going to give in and settle down. Turning the hot water back on, she relaxed under the steady, warm stream. Reaching between her legs, she toyed with her clit, just brushing and flicking it with her fingernail. Her knees and thighs twitched at the slight stimulation, reflecting just how much more her body was craving. Finally, she’d had enough of teasing, and decided to allow herself some more direct pleasure. Pressing two fingers down on her clit, she felt it throb. Only when she could no longer stand the frustrated pulses did she start to move in slow, counterclockwise circles. She took her free hand up to her breasts, toying with both of her nipples, which had softened when she’d switched from cold water to hot. But after a few pinches, they were stiff again, soaking in as much touch as they could.

Taletha increased the frequency of her strokes until she was on the verge of orgasm. Just before she came, she pulled her hand away, not wanting to give herself complete satisfaction just yet. Once her body pulled away from the edge, she eased her two fingers up inside her cunt, reaching for her G-spot, swollen and ready for touch. The first stroke sent shivers running up and down her spine. Her cunt muscles drew tighter around her fingers, glad to be filled. She began to massage it as slowly as she had with her clit, and then took the shower head down and held the stream of hot water against her clit, enjoying the sensation that came from stimulating both spots. As the pulsing water pushed her back toward the edge, she increased the thrusts against her G-spot until her body seized up. The orgasm shot through her body at a furious pace, and she had to brace herself against the slick shower wall to keep from collapsing. She cried out, unable to keep her voice contained as the pleasure kept hitting her in waves. Eventually, though, the sensations receded, and Taletha managed to regain her composure. But she nonetheless struggled to finish her shower. Her thighs and hands were trembling so much that she could barely keep her balance or clean herself off.

After drying off, dressing, and getting breakfast, Taletha decided to skip applying makeup. She didn’t trust her still-shaky hands, and couldn’t believe her body was still reeling from the orgasm. Plus, she was running late already, thanks to her dalliance in the shower. Glancing in the mirror, she decided it really didn’t matter if she went without makeup for one day.

Taletha drove to the studio with a smile on her face. She couldn’t help but feel optimistic after the amazing week she’d had. But as she pulled up and parked, her joy flew away. She couldn’t believe what she saw. The exterior of the studio was covered in spray paint. The windows were completely black. Whoever had vandalized the place had applied the paint so carefully that not even a sliver of light could get through. On the exterior of the studio, the words “bitch” and “whore” had been applied in neon yellow and green, making them stand out from the red brick walls.

Trying to maintain her composure, Taletha pulled out her cell phone and dialed 911. Then, she called Lynne.

“The studio is closed today,” Taletha said, trying to keep her voice steady.

“What? What’s wrong?”

“The studio’s been–the studio’s been vandalized.”

“I’m coming right over.”

“No, stay at home for now, at least until the police arrive. But I do have some important jobs for you. Send an e-mail to our newsletter subscribers saying that group classes are canceled tonight, call the instructors and tell them they have the day off, and then contact everyone who had a private lesson today and reschedule them, starting tomorrow.”

“Will–will we be open tomorrow?”

“You’re damn sure we will be. I’m not going to let us stay closed for more than one day.”

“Got it. Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Definitely. I know what I’m doing. And I appreciate your help.”

“Just doing my job.”

Taletha snapped her phone shut, amazed she’d been able to maintain her composure for the entire conversation. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could stay strong, though. She thought about calling Morris and Adam, but she knew that the second she heard their voices, she’d fall apart. So she steeled herself against the wall of her damaged building and waited for the police.

A squad car arrived in record time, and two officers hopped out. One started taking photographs of the damage, and the other started asking her questions.

“Have you looked inside the building?”

Taletha realized that she hadn’t. “No. Let’s go have a look.” Her stomach sank, anticipating the horrors she might find inside, but she knew she couldn’t remain in ignorance.

At first, Taletha breathed easy. The computer was still there and working, as was the sound system. Everything seemed to be neat and orderly. But then she turned around and saw the mirrors. They had also been spray-painted completely black. The floor and the side walls had been marred by splatterings of paint. Every few feet, there were marks where a ladder had been, so whoever had ruined the mirrors could make sure they got every single inch of the glass.

“There doesn’t appear to have been forced entry. Do you know anyone on your staff who might have done this?”

Taletha shook her head. “My former employee, Matt Fairbanks, was very angry when his employment ended, but I made sure he returned his key before he took off, so he has no way to access the studio. Plus, he moved to Europe, so I think that rules him out as a suspect.”

“That means it was probably one of your employees that did this.”

Taletha shook her head. “You’re right, that makes total sense. I just–I just can’t believe that one of my own” Taletha struggled to finish her sentence as tears started welling up in her eyes.

“What the hell happened here?” Morris asked, storming into the studio. “Taletha, are you okay? And why didn’t you call us the second that it happened?”

Adam rushed in on Morris’s heels. “I just can’t believe it. Who would do something like this?” They both rushed up to Taletha and put their arms around her. The moment she felt their hands on her body, she lost all sense of composure, sobs racking her body so deeply that she had to lean against both men for support.

“I’m–I’m–I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she gasped. “I know this isn’t making the report process go any faster.”

The officer pulled a tissue out of his pocket. “Take your time. You’re going through quite a shock, and this is perfectly normal. Officer Parker and I can stay here as long as you need us to. That’s part of our job.”

“I really appreciate it.” Taletha blew her nose. “I just can’t think of a single employee who would do such a thing. The only obvious suspect is someone who doesn’t live in the country anymore.”

“What about Emily?” Adam asked. “She’s not exactly the most scrupulous person at the studio.”

“Come on, Adam, be fair. This studio means a lot to her, and I don’t think she’d want to attack the place where she earns her livelihood. Plus, you’re great and all, but I’m not sure you’re worth vandalizing a building for.”

“Sure, shatter my ego,” Adam said, but then he smiled, ensuring that Taletha knew he was joking. “You’re right. I’m just still pissed off at her. But I should give her a chance to redeem herself before I go accusing her of crimes.”

“But this Emily person has had issues with people at the studio lately?” the officer asked.

“Yes,” Taletha said. “But I really don’t think—like I said, she and I worked our issues out two days ago.”

The officer nodded. “Still, I’m going to follow up with her. I’m going to follow up with all of your employees, actually. Since we don’t have a definitive suspect, we have to consider everyone as the potential vandal.”

“Even us?” Morris asked.

The officer nodded.

“But I’m Taletha’s dance partner! We’ve worked together for five years!”

“Sorry, sir, but that’s the policy. Now, since you’re here, would you like to give a statement?”

“They already have alibis,” Taletha said. “They were with me most of the night.”