Page 14 of Rolling with My Bosses

I go for it. “All three of my daddies.”

“So you’re going home with us.”

The intimacy of that lurches forward in my brain and a brilliant compromise drops into place. The votes are in. My body refuses to let me pass up their offer. “Going home with you is too much. But earlier, you said this could be a one-time thing.”

“If you decide it’s not worth continuing,” Bear corrects me.

“If I call it off, you promise you’ll let it go?”

“You’re stinging our egos, but yes.”

I close my eyes for a deep inhale and exhale. When I open them the guys are staring at me.

“You okay?” Austin asks.

I nod. “Is the mail room acceptable?”

It might as well have been rhetorical. The sexual tension is palpable as we make our way to the mail room. Until we’re out of sight, there’s too much risk to do anything.

Waiting for the elevator, Austin asks, “You have your toy with you?”

I pat my purse. “But this time I want the real thing.”

He reaches to brush hair behind my ear but I pull away, not wanting the cameras in the parking garage to pick anything up.

“Give me the toy, Kitten.”

“I don’t want the toy, I want you, Daddy. All of you.”

“You’re going to have to trust me.”

My insides melt. The thought of being able to trust someone so fully fills a void inside of me. He doesn’t have unrealistic expectations or high bars. We’re so naturally perfect together.

I pull the discreet box from my purse and hand it to him as we enter the elevator. A glance passes between the three of them. Bear and John stand side by side and Austin directs me behind them, placing himself beside me. The specificity of our positions strikes me as odd until Austin pulls the vibrator from the box, positions it carefully in his hand, and cups my ass.

My breathing hitches. Without panties in the way, this could be pretty easy.

Bear says, “Let him get you ready for your first time, Baby Girl. I’ve got the remote.”

Austin whispers, “Spread your legs.”

The doors start to close and my mind says ‘wait until we’re in the mail room’ but my feet settle wider. My heart races.

He has to bend a little, and in a deft maneuver, the tip presses against my sex, which is so slick, he easily guides the toy inside of me.

“It’s good,” I say, as if he doesn’t know that he’s inserted it.

“I just like being inside of you. Go for it, Bear.”

Vibrations light up my core. Austin’s finger remains inside of me. This is far from the career path I laid out, but I’ve never felt so much like I’m heading the right direction.

“Fuck, Kitten. You’re already tightening on me. What are you going to do to my cock?”

His cock. I’ve already seen that it’s much thicker than his finger. What will that feel like? Bear kicks the vibrations up a notch and switches the pattern.

A few wiggles of Austin’s finger, and control slips from my grasp. I grab handfuls of Bear and John’s jackets, falling forward as my body winds tighter and tighter. The dings of each passing floor fade into the background.

I can’t stop the rush. Bliss beckons me with its irresistible allure. I fall apart between my three guys, stifling my cries into Bear’s back. I cling to them and pant for dear life that I can remain standing, I beg Bear to stop.

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