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“We want you, Haruko. I know it’s wrong with us being your bosses and all, but that doesn’t seem to be stopping it. If you weren’t our employee, you’d be in our bed every night already.”

She smiles and leans up on her tiptoes to kiss me. She pulls back just as fast with a shocked look on her face, telling me she didn’t know she was going to do that.

“Kiss me again, Haruko,” I say. “Kiss me like I’m not your boss. Like I’m someone you met at a club who you want. Like I’m one of three men whose lips you want on yours.”

She cups the back of my neck and pulls me to her lips. Her kiss is sweet and soft. Her tongue gently opens my mouth and slides inside. My hands wrap around her, and I pull her close as the world goes away, and it’s just us. It’s just us, but in a way, I can also feel Parker and Elijah with us. Because we’re a team and it seems likely, based on our conversation, that Haruko’s okay with that.

Chapter 11

Haruko

Oh my God. I’mkissing a man beneath the bleachers. My high school fantasies are coming true. Well, not exactly. For one, in my dreams, I wasn’t wearing a softball uniform covered in dirt and two, I was kissing the football jock, not my boss and softball coach. Though if I had to choose between the two, Nicholas wins by a landslide. He actually knows how to kiss a woman.

One hand cups the back of my head while the other wraps around my waist as he takes control of the kiss. He holds me close, our bodies flush together as his tongue dances with mine. Istand up on my tiptoes, wanting to get closer to him while I grip his shirt. I moan into his mouth as my whole body lights up.

Fuck, this man can kiss.

I knew that last night, but having his lips on me again reminds me of how much I enjoyed it. Speaking of last night… holy shit. I had fantasies about a foursome before, ones that included by bosses but those were nothing like the actual thing. And we didn’t even have sex. Nothing could’ve prepared me for what happened. Club Sin itself was amazing. It’s so incredible to see people so open but what the four of us did in that room will be forever burned into my memory.

After we parted ways, and I went to my house, I jumped in the shower only wanting to cleanup, but getting myself off to the memory of the night. The men’s hands on me, in me. Elijah and Nicholas’s cocks in my hands and Parker’s dick in my mouth.

As Nicholas and I kiss, those memories come rushing back again and I squeeze my thighs together as wetness seeps out of me. I mewl against his lips, and he presses me against a pole behind the bleachers. I can feel his erection grinding against me between my legs.

“Fuck, I want you,” I pant. “Are you allowed?” I ask. Not sure what rules these guys have with sharing a woman. Are they only allowed to fuck her when all three of them are in the room? Can they do it separately, but they need to tell each other?

Nicholas cups my cheek and runs his thumb over my swollen lips.

“I shouldn’t,” he says, and my shoulders fall, but I try to hide my disappointment. I don’t want to cause a rift with the guys, so I shake my head.

“I understand.” I move to get out of his grasp and calm the hell down, but he doesn’t let me leave.

“Haruko. I said I shouldn’t. I won’t.”

I look into Nicholas’ eyes and see them burning with lust.

“I don’t want to make a mess of this. Not when we’re already on shaky ground,” I say.

“We’ve never been in this position before, Haruko. The women we’ve been with are usually from the club and we’re only with each other there,” Nicholas explains. “This is uncharted territory, and we’ve never discussed what to do if we’re alone with a woman. Having said that, I don’t think I can fuck you without talking to them.”

“Okay,” I say, still a little disappointed, but I understand where he’s coming from, so I’m not too sad about it.

“But I will get you off,” he says.

That raises my spirits.

“How?” I ask, feeling butterflies take off in my stomach.

He pulls back and turns me around, so my front is against the pole. He presses his front against my back, and I feel him slide his fingers past the waistband of my pants until he reaches my slick center.

“Fuck,” I moan.

He leans down and whispers in my ear, “I’m going to finger fuck you right here—in public, where anyone can see you.”

My pussy clenches and my breath hitches.

“I know you like to be watched, Haruko. Can you imagine someone walking by and seeing your coach with his hand down your pants making you come?”

I nod, picturing it in my mind. People, no faces, but people standing off to the side, watching as Nicholas slips a finger inside me. His palm grinds against my clit as his digit curls, brushing against my G-spot.

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