Page 70 of Beneficial Misfortune

Yes, a few months ago, I was in the middle of a wonderful sandwich with the two of them, but I was heartbroken and a little tipsy. Not to mention, I didn’t live in their house or work for them.

A lot has changed in the last few months. I squirm between them, hearing Alex recount the way he fucked me on Nathan’s desk as he watched and again in my room last night before fucking me in the shower this morning. I can’t bring myself to regret a single thing, and I don’t think I’m going to regret this either. How could I when I’ve been dreaming of them like this?

The truth is, it was great being with Alex again, but I’d missed Desmond too, and knowing I’d been wrong about what I saw that night, well, it left me with a lot of regret.

What could have happened if I hadn’t run away the way I did?

Would we have gotten to this same outcome? Probably not.

Honestly, I can’t imagine a world where I would still be Addison’s nanny. Hell, she might not even like me if I’d come in as one of their girlfriends instead of her teacher. We’d built our friendship while she was my student, and she learned to trust and turn to me.

No, everything happened a little crazy, but I can’t say I’m not happy with where we are now.

Desmond's fingers dig into my hips, and he drops his head forward until his forehead rests on the top of my head, and he groans as if he’s in pain.

“Don’t be such a baby,” Alex says with a chuckle as he presses his lips to my neck. Desmond’s head snaps up so fast that it’s a wonder he didn’t hurt himself.

“Don’t be a dick. You know I love shower sex,” he snaps, and I feel my brows climb my forehead in disbelief as my eyes open impossibly wide.

“Don’t worry, Kitten. My bathroom's soundproof,” he tells me, sounding very proud. While I can’t say I’ve ever heard of someone soundproofing a bathroom, I can’t say it sounds like a bad idea—especially not after Alex had me shouting and moaning this morning.

Alex’s hand snakes around my waist to the front of my pants, where he makes quick work of my button and zipper. It’s impressive, honestly, but I quickly grab his hand before we can get any further, and he instantly stops.

“What about Addison?” I ask because not only is it my job as her nanny, but I’d be lying if I said I still wasn’t worried about how she will handle me with any of them. The last thing I need is for her to come looking for us.

“Nathan is getting her into bed. He knew what would happen when Desmond found out you agreed.” His words take the edgeoff, but I can’t help feeling just a little bit bummed to know he once again didn’t care to be a part of the sharing.

Not that he shouldn’t prioritize his daughter; of course, he should. But it still feels as though he doesn’t want me, despite him saying he did and looking like he did in his office yesterday.

My shirt is pulled up and over my head without warning, leaving me standing in only my bra and pants. However, before I can register what's happening, my shorts are also being pushed down.

“She has a nasty habit of overthinking, it would seem,” Alex says as I look down to find him at my feet. Having been the one who just took my pants, he taps one ankle and then the other to have me step out of them.

“Damn Kitten.” My head snaps up to look at Desmond, who stands in front of me, his teeth sunk into his bottom lip as his eyes trace up and down my body. Without thought, I cross my arms over myself in an attempt to hide, but that seems to have been the wrong choice.

Desmond's brows pinch together, and he takes a step toward me. Instead of looking up to meet his gaze, I turn my head down to the ground.

“Hey, what are you doing?” he asks, and this time it’s my turn to bite my lip, unsure how to answer him.

A sharp sting on my thigh makes me squeak in surprise as I jump away, looking down to find Alex still on his knees.

“Did you just pinch me?”

“Actually, I bit you, but same thing.” With a shrug, he pushes to stand, snagging one of my arms and yanking me into his chest. His fingers tangle in my hair, pulling my head back until our eyes meet, and his eyes are hard and not at all playful the way they usually are.

“If you don’t want to do this, all you have to do is say so,” he pauses for a moment as if waiting for me to respond, but I don’tbecause that’s not what this is. “But what you're not going to do is hide from us and pretend like you're not beautiful. Do you understand?”

Again, I can’t bring myself to respond, so instead, I nod and hope he will accept that.

Desmond moves up behind me, his arms wrapping around me, his fingers closing around my wrists so that he can gently pry my arms open. I don’t fight him. I don’t want to hide from them; they make me feel better about myself than anyone ever has, but it’s a habit.

He drops my arms at my sides before his fingers slowly begin to trail back up my arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake. My fingers twitch, and I fight the urge to cover myself, feeling Alex’s eyes on me. His gaze is intense as he watches Desmond’s hands until they disappear to my back, and a second later, my bra falls.

Clearly, these men are experienced in ways I wasn’t ready for because they make bra clasps and pants buttons seem so easy. I’ve had days I struggle with my own bra, damn it.

Desmond steps forward, and I feel his bare chest press against my back as he pushes the bra off my arms until it drops to the ground.

Alex moves in a blur of motion, quickly scooping me up before he moves toward my bed and tosses me onto it. I bounce more than I would have thought possible and can’t stop the giggle that works its way past my lips. It’s silly and not at all a sexy thing to do in the moment, but it was unexpectedly fun.

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