Confined with the CEO and the Bodyguard

incoherent. It might be that’s so good but whatever the specifics, it definitely isn’t stop. I don’t like seeing her hurt, but I’d be lying if the sight of Beau dominating the hell out of her on the couch doesn’t wrench my desire higher.
“I’m going to cum in your ass,” he growls. Sadie makes a little keening sound and pushes her torso halfway up. Beau smacks her ass again and thrusts. It’s got to be killing his back, the way he’s pumping. Must be worth it to be inside her sweet, tight ass.
I’m jealous.
My interest in joining the fray drains away. I tuck myself away and watch them finish. Beau wraps her hair in his fist again and pulls her head back at a painful angle. He finds his pleasure with a clench of muscles and a grimace on his face that’s half-pain, half pleasure. Is he enjoying this?
I always thought of Beau as a smooth-talking seducer. This is rougher than anything I would have guessed he was capable of. He withdraws, panting raggedly. Sadie relaxes, boneless, into the cushions. After a minute, she rolls over and sits up.
“You’re, um, going to want to use the heating pad I gave you for your back. And when the pain subsides, you’ll want to keep doing the exercises I was showing you before we got...uh, distracted,” she stammers breathlessly.
Beau is pulling on his jeans. I’ve withdrawn into the shadows where they won’t notice me until I want to be seen. I wait until he’s half-dressed to knock.
Sadie jerks her head up. Beau freezes for one second. Then he continues to casually dress, pushing buttons through holes with blunt fingertips.
“Hi, Dakota. Are you here for your massage?” he drawls as though I hadn’t just walked in on...whatever that was.
“It’s five minutes after,” I inform him. Sadie scrambles off the couch and yanks a T-shirt over her head.
“Give me just a second to set up the table,” she says. Her hands are shaking and her eyes won’t quite meet mine.
“It’s fine. Take your time.” She makes a quick exit toward the back of the cottage. A red stain creeps up the side of her neck and blooms over her cheeks. Embarrassment.
I’ve never felt so much like the odd man out.
I look at Beau. “So that’s how it is, huh.”
His expression is unreadable. My friend offers no smile, no hint of his usual easygoing humor. What he says confuses me. “It’s not. But if you don’t pull your head out of your ass and see what’s right in front of you...”
He trails off. A cocktail of emotions rushes through my veins. Envy. Anger. Fear. All of it corked up by my unreleased need. Fuck. I’m losing Sadie and Beau. This isn’t how the fuck pod concept was supposed to work.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I ask. It comes out as a demand. I remember that I am the owner of The Black Diamond, not Beau—even though he likes to act as if he is. I ought to have addressed that issue with him before we started sharing a woman. We didn’t, and now our arrangement is a damn mess. I want to kick something. Instead, I stand up straight and meet my friend’s eye.
“It means Sadie needs you. A lot more than she needs me,” my friend says warily.
I didn’t expect that response. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Beau sighs. “That’s right. And unless you figure it out soon, she’s going to bolt out of here as soon as it’s safe to leave.”
“She won’t.”
Beau shrugs, then brushes past me. “If you’re sure about that, then keep doing what you’re doing, Dakota.”
I have no idea what he means. Cryptic motherfucker.
Sadie reappears. She’s rinsed the sex off with a quick shower and is wearing a fresh white shirt, loose pants and her hair up in a ponytail. I try to read her emotions but she’s carefully composed. Beautiful, but remote. I hate it. I’d rather see her undone and getting laid.
“Are you ready, Mr. Wilson?” she asks, the same way she always does.
“Yeah,” I say. My muscles aren’t as much in need of a massage as my dick is. We’ll see who can fuck her the best, me or Beau. Unless Sadie turns me down, in which case, I’ll know where I stand. My stomach turns acid at the thought. “Let’s do this.”

9
Sadie
You’d think I’d be relaxed and content after Beau fucked me within an inch of my life. You’d be wrong. I approach Dakota’s prone body with shaking hands.
Beau knows he’s not the man for me. During his massage earlier this afternoon, we chatted. Or, more accurately, I talked at him. I didn’t mean to, but in the process, I confessed the reason why my one long-term boyfriend had broken up with me.
“He dumped you because you were dancing?” Beau responded incredulously. “Was he stupid?”
His reaction made me laugh. “No. Far from it. He was mad at me because I wasn’t totally honest. I’d told him I was just a waitress at the club because it paid better than other venues, but after a while, he saw how many heels and costumes I’d collected and figured out the truth.”
“And I ask you again, Ms. Banes, was he stupid? The man had a gorgeous woman who could do a private striptease any time he asked. What a damn fool.”
It made me feel better. “It’s great you think that, Beau. I’ve spent my whole life feeling as though I can never measure up to men’s expectations of me. Be sexy, but not like that. I’m always tripping over these unseen expectations. I’m afraid the same thing will happen with Dakota.”
There it is. The truth of things, stated with blunt honesty.
“So that’s how it is, huh?” Beau asked. “You’re hung up on my friend.”
A lump formed in my throat. All I did was nod. Beau, who was facing up on the table at the time, gave me a sympathetic expression.
Then, he tried to pull me onto