Page 6 of Snowed In with the Bosses

Liam understood. I’d bounced from woman to woman for years. The night I found my fiancée in bed with my former best friend stopped my heart cold. I’d never gotten over it, never let my heart feel again so I’d never be betrayed.

“She’s something.” Liam turned and grabbed the good vodka from the high shelf as Ethan dropped onto the stool beside me.

“Who’s something?” Ethan spread his hands on the bar and swiveled around to scan the room. “Surprised you’re still here.”

“Alexander is smitten with Clara.” Liam passed Ethan a glass of vodka and coke.

Despite the noise throughout the bar, I felt the sudden silence between us, it weighed on the air with a pulsing intensity I’d never experienced around them before.

“Yeah.” Ethan broke first and drained his glass. “He’s not the only one.”

“You’re fucking with me.” I pushed his elbow

Liam refilled Ethan’s drink and cracked open a new bottle for me. “Not in the slightest.”

Ethan picked up his glass and swirled the ice around. “Guess there’s only one question then.” He took a swig. “If it comes down to it, would we share?”

3

CLARA

My body jerked awake right at the point in my dream where Alexander slid his cock into me. I groaned and punched my pillow before flipping into my back. Why did it have to end there? I’d been hot and bothered since our lunch yesterday. Lifting my head, I eyed my phone by the bed. Twenty minutes before the alarm. I had time.

While the dream was over, my needs were unmet and there was no way I could go into the office and spend the morning looking at each of them in my current state. After tapping the alarm off, I unlatched the black box and pulled out my favorite dildo. “You’re no Alexander, but you’ll get the job done. The flesh-colored dildo had a long, thick shaft and a butterfly wing at the base that lingered oh so deliciously on my clit. I didn’t need any lube. The vividness of my dream had me dripping wet. I closed my eyes and delved back into the dream.

Liam stroked my breasts while Alexander rested his cock between my legs. I adjusted the dildo and drove it into my clenching pussy as I visualized Alexander doing it himself. “Fuck me, Alexander. You feel so good.” My voice in the silence of my bedroom pushed my need higher. “Just like that.” I pumped thedildo in and out in long strokes that fluttered the butterfly wing in a continuous wave. My nipples peaked and I pinched one between my thumb and forefinger, pulling and twisting, then rolling the tight bud. My hips rose off the bed.

I imagined Ethan coming to join us, the three of them giving me all of themselves one after the other. Alexander smirked at me in my dream, but it was Ethan’s dark velvet voice that penetrated my thoughts as dream Alexander fucked me senseless. I increased the speed on the dildo and widened my legs, ramming it deep as the orgasm crashed over me. I didn’t bother hiding my cries of pleasure. Who would hear me in my big, empty house? I spasmed around the dildo and rode the waves that rippled along my spine, giving a few quick pumps to finish the scene before I forced my eyes open and made myself get out of bed.

I was still hot for the Silver Foxes, but I should be able to control myself now. God I hoped so. I’d come hard on my dildo, but the dream scene repeated in the back of my mind all throughout my shower until I fingered myself into another orgasm. Even then, if I had the chance to climb on one—or all—of their dicks, I wouldnothave the willpower to say no. They were too delicious. Too calm and poised in their business suits and perfectly styled hair.

Between Ethan’s gem-green eyes and Alexander’s scar, combined with Liam’s bold flare for fashion, I was delightfully enamored with my bosses.

My front doorbell rang as I slicked the last brush of mascara over my eyelashes. My brow furrowed, and I smoothed it out before grabbing my phone and leaving the bathroom. A call popped up, Alexander’s name sending my pulse skyrocketing. I answered with a breathless, “Hello?”

“Sorry if we’re early.” A shadow shifted outside my front door, the silhouette throwing distorted images through the frosted glass.

“You’re at my house?” Why did my voice squeak? And why did the sight of those shadows ignite a whole new rush of need that curled my toes in my favorite boots? I took one last look at myself in the hallway mirror. The high-waisted skirt complimented my full hips where it flared out, and the soft tan shirt showed off my breasts while the boots gave me a sense of purpose and power.

Alexander’s light chuckle sent spirals of heat curling throughout my body. “Ethan thought it would be a good idea. It shows a unified front when we approach Harrington during our breakfast meeting.”

Harrington. Right. The whole reason I was spending time with these men. I straightened my shoulders and reminded myself why I couldn’t climb in bed with any of them. Mom counted on me to make sure her medical bills were paid. I had a house and bills, not to mention I’d ruin my career by giving in to my sexual desires.

I opened the door at the same time my finger hovered over the button to end the call.

Alexander smiled at me, the scar on his cheek creasing the corner of his eye. “Sorry we didn’t call.”

“Keep saying sorry and I’ll start thinking you’re taking offense to this whole situation.” I popped a hand on my hip. “How’d you know my address?”

“It’s in the personnel files.” Ethan nudged past Alexander. His green eyes popped in the morning sunlight that caught the rich hues in his dark skin and highlighted the salt and pepper hair I wanted so badly to run my fingers through.

Behind Ethan and Alexander, Liam waited beside a large sedan. He wiggled his fingers in a wave. “I told them they’dbetter warn you we were on our way. No woman likes to be surprised by three strange men on her doorstep.” He wore a deep green suit with tiny white pinstripes that brought out the hazel in his eyes and the streaks of white beginning to show in his hair. I’d gotten so used to seeing him in golds and purples that the muted green almost took me back a step.

I met his eyes over Alexander’s shoulder. “Depends on the men.”

Ethan snorted a laugh. “You’re going to fit right in.” He held out a hand. “As long as you don’t mind riding over with us, we’d better get going.” Flipping his wrist over, he checked his watch. “We have just enough time.”

I locked my door and slid the key into my purse, along with my phone. “What can I expect from the meeting?”

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