Page 9 of Rolling with My Bosses

Austin pulls the vibrator out, drags it over my lips, and hands the box to John. “This could take care of that glazed-over look you get when this job bores you out of your mind.”

“Is it that obvious?”

“Suck it.”

I shift my eyes toward the door. John catches my concern and steps over to lock it. My tongue slides out tentatively as Austin eases the smooth silicone phallus into my mouth. I wish it was bigger. I wish it was real. I wish it was—I’m going to get myself fired.

It gently buzzes to life between my lips. Bear has the remote. “That’s low. Want to find out what else it can do?”

With it still in my mouth, and my imagination running wild, I nod slightly. He taps the remote and my body tenses. I want more, but not in my mouth. It stops buzzing, leaving me breathless.

“Good Kitten.” Austin pulls it out, takes my hand, and leads me to stand beside the table. “I can’t wait to make you purr.”

John takes my hands and presses them onto the table, “The door’s locked. No one will see.”

I worry my lower lip.

Bear hands the remote to John then grips a hand around my neck. Electricity shoots through me. The firm grip stirs up memories of the day before I started working here. The day I thought they were going to take my V-card. He’d held my throat tightly while John licked me to orgasm. The boys know what they’re doing. And for some reason, they’ve chosen to do it with me.

Despite my efforts to be wary, I want to learn what they’re so willing to teach—as long as it doesn’t get too cozy. I can’t fall for them. That’s why I’m holding tight to my ‘no going home with them’ rule.

Keeping his grip, he lifts his pointer finger and angles my face to him. “Baby Girl, do you want to walk around with a fuck stick inside of you, while we take turns with the remote.”

His hand constricts my answer into a garbled “yes”.

He bends down, slanting his lips over mine, diving his tongue inside of me, and groaning as he pulls away. I’d pant if I could breathe better.

“Do you know how hard that makes me, Baby Girl?”

My head is feeling stuffy from his grip. I close my eyes and grin.

Cold air hits the backs of my thighs as someone raises my skirt. Austin kicks a foot between mine, prompting me to spread for him. I do.

I also question the very blurry line between considering this okay. It’s turned into a game, and I want to play.

Austin rubs my ass cheek and tucks a finger into the lower edge of my panties. He slides lower until he’s between my legs, scoots the fabric aside, and dips into my sex. “Naughty Kitten, you’re already wet. Are you sure you don’t want my long, thick cock instead of this little toy?”

I open my eyes and glance at Bear. He relaxes his grip on my neck, and I take a second to catch my breath. “You promised the toy.”

“I promised my cock too.”

“That was before I knew the rules.”

He teases the silicone back and forth over the slit of my sex. “I’m going to have you begging for my cock, Kitten.”

“I hope so.” My mouth betrays me, but it must be the right thing to say because he slides the toy inside. I love the feel as the vibration starts. I meet John’s gaze and gnaw on my lower lip to taunt him.

He rewards me with a sly smile and a few clicks higher.

Bear’s hand warms my neck. I hate to say it. I’m sort of punishing myself because orgasming while he restricts my airflow is incredible, but I remind them of the agreement. “No touching.”

“Baby Girl…”

My breath hitches as I push up from the table. “Back to work.”

The first few steps I take toward the mail sorting slots are tentative, but I figure out the toy is secure. Doing my best to focus on departments and names rather than the toy, I perform my job.

The guys fall into place around me. Light conversation becomes harder to maintain. Then the tipping point threatens as my body is pushed to the brink of release. I crumble an envelope as I grab onto a slot divider and fall apart.

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