Page 6 of Rolling with My Bosses

His tongue presses against the flap leaving me panting. I squeeze my thighs together.

And John, who has walked across the room and is at the door, says, “Sometimes we need to put our undivided attention on a matter.” He flips the lock and walks back. “We have to make sure nobody breaks our focus.”

My knees buckle, and Austin’s arms tighten around me. It’s enough of a jolt to pull me out of my swoon state. “We can’t do this.”

“Oh, Kitten, we can and we want to,” Austin’s deep voice and continued promises make me warm all over.

“We could all get fired. The CEO fired the whole mail room before…that’s what Beatrix told me. The rumor is that they were goofing off and not getting the mail delivered.”

“Then let’s get the mail delivered so we can move on to coworker support.” Austin assists me in placing another envelope.

“I want to…but…” Heavy breaths replace the end of my thought.

Austin says, “If the F.U.C.K. rule bothers you, we’ll help you find a new job, or you can quit and let us take care of you.”

“I have to work here,” I say too quickly. Summoning every thought of my career plan, I slide sideways, freeing myself from Austin and his erection.

“Why?” He looks confused.

“I’ve had my eye on Opus Syndicate for years.” That’s true. “You switch to a different mail room.” I’m still not convinced why men of their age and apparent affluence work here.

Bear says, “We’ve worked too—” He stumbles on his words, then regroups. “We’ve worked hard. We’re up for promotion. Won’t be in the mail room much longer.” His chest inflates with the last statement.

I don’t know what to do. I can’t work somewhere else. My father prides his systems as being the best, so I have to show him that I can work my way up throughhis systemswhile not letting my work life be my entire life.

“Don’t overthink it.” Bear brushes my hair behind my shoulder.

John takes another picture. “You kill us with the way you gnaw on that lower lip.”

“You shouldn’t be taking pictures of me.”

“Do you want me to delete it or send it to you?”

I can’t meet his gaze. I can’t believe I’m saying this. “Send it.”

I need these. They’ll help me round out myhave a life outside of the officephilosophy. Using these photos with my private sessions will be way better than using my imagination. And before I know it, Austin kneels in front of me. I pull fruitlessly at his shoulders.

“No fraternizing.”

“I’m not fraternizing. I’m supporting my coworker.” He wiggles his fingertips, which are gripped around the backs of my thighs, just below my ass. He nuzzles his face into the front of my skirt.

It feels so good, and I’d love a repeat of yesterday, but this can’t be a habit.

“You guys need to stop dropping to your knees and…” The pressure of his mouth and the heat of his breath leave me at a loss for words.

He pulls away. “Need a reminder of where we left off? Inch your skirt up, and I’ll do the rest.”

The shutter-action sound from John’s phone sends shivers through me.

“Send it.” The throaty sound of my voice alerts me that I said that out loud. My fingers toy with the fabric of my skirt as bells go off.

It’s my alarm for my next corporate-approved training session as opposed to these trainings. I thrust my hands against Austin’s shoulders and am grateful when he gives me space.

“I have to get back. Monica will notice if I don’t return.” Flustered, I rush out. Should I trust Beatrix’s assessment that the fraternization rule isn’t enforced? Austin, Bear, and John aren’t worried. Or should I give up my plan to work at my dad’s company?

These guys are too good to be true.

Five

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